Baba na mutum ne mai 'yanci. Abin da nake nufi da 'yanci ba shi ne yana zaune a ƙasar da ke ba shi 'yancinsa da haƙƙoƙinsa na ɗan Adam ba. A'a, shi mai 'yanci ne a zuciyarsa. Idan ya yanke shawarar bayyana ra'ayinsa, sai ya yi haka ba tare da damuwa da komai ba. Yana bayyana kansa kamar babu wani cikas na waje. Ina tuna lokacin da nake sakandare, ina buga guitar a ƙungiyar makaɗa ta makaranta. Tun da Baba ya ƙarfafa ni in koyi guitar ta gargajiya, halartar ƙungiyar makaɗa ta makaranta ta zama abin da ke biye da wannan aikin ƙarin karatu. A lokacin wani kide-kide na makaranta, Baba yakan halarta ya ji daɗin ƙwarewa da basirar ɗalibai masu ban mamaki. Wata mai yin wasan kwaikwayo tana da basira ta musamman. Yayin da take kan mataki, ta kai ga mafi tsananin lokaci na wasanta, tana bayyana kanta cikin motsin rai da zafin rai. Abin nuni ne mai ban sha'awa na basira. Baba ya tashi tsaye ya yi mata tafi. Shi kaɗai ya yi haka, amma bai damu ba. Ya ci gaba da tsayawa yana yabon salonta da kwarewarta.

My father is a free man. What I mean by freedom is not that he lives in a country that gives him his liberties and human rights. Rather, he is emotionally free. When he decides to express himself, he does so without a care in the world. He expresses himself as if there are no external hindrances. I remember when I was in secondary school, I used to play for the school band. Since my father encouraged me to take up classical guitar lessons, attending the school band was a natural consequence of my extracurricular activity. During a school concert, my father would attend and enjoy the amazing talents and abilities of the students. One performance artist had phenomenal abilities. While she was on stage, she reached the climactic point of her performance, emotionally and passionately expressing herself. It was a breath-taking display of talent. My father stood up and gave her an ovation. He did this all alone, but he did not care. He remained standing and continued praising her flair and aptitude.