Jim Iyke shares cute photos of Son and writes on Fatherhood

Jim Iyke who turned a year older today, shared these photos of his new born son, Dubem Harvis, on his instagram page and wrote on father. Read his fatherhood experience below:

You're my rubicon Dubem. The one that awaited at my curve. God's gift this month, my birthday, to prove to me beyond every shadow of doubt of his existence. His dominion. His finality. I worship him in the quiet moments in the early AMs when the world sleeps and I sit by your crib staring at you silent tears running down my tired unshaven cheeks. Gratitude and humility frozen in time, lost in our world despite the fact I get less than two hours sleep nightly. (It will get weird as you get older lol) You see I have witnessed Jehovah's greatest Miracle. My life has changed irrevocably. Forever. I've being reborn through your birth, my beautiful boy. I embarrass myself in the most random of places when I tear up at the sight of a father and a young son doing the most random of chores. So alien! So natural! Fatherhood is the most elite of clubs and I am its proudest member. Thank you, my beautiful boy, for inspiring me to write the longest post of my IG life.lol No occasion can replicate this event so I crave your indulgence everyone. Hey world! May I have the greatest honour of introducing my King, My Boss, My Son, My EVERYTHING! HARVIS CHIDUBEM IYKE. Our life long gratitude and love to my true sisters Dr Chi and Dr Nkechi for all your dedication and commitment to Dana and my baby bear. You guys are impossibly kind and generous. Dr Crawford you are on top of your game. There's no finer obstetrician in the land hands down. To My ever supportive lovely sisters, Fab, Akhila, T. Azubike, Nurse Minestine at Grady Hospital again words fail me. Only God can repay you for all your kindness. Dana and I are grateful.Thank u. Thank u. To my amazing fans; they say it takes a village to raise a child. You've been a fortitude of blessing in my life. We only ask that you extend even trice the courtesy to our Harvis. God bless u all. What more can I say, Happy one year younger Jim, my boy! This year is the year of legacies. It's my best birthday ever. God always always most certainly WINS!! Welcome to my world boy! Welcome to IG! PhotoCred; Supergirl. It's been a friggin documentary. I don't wanna miss a blink! 😃 #GladysBoiz #HarvisPaPa #EarthStrongChronicles

PS : If this post or pictures wind up on the pages of any individual claiming to represent me or my brands on #FACEBOOK I want to state clearly that I am not on Facebook in any shape or form. We re in the throes of communicating with proper authorities in Facebook to stamp them out for good. Please bear with us. These people are fraudsters and identity thieves of the worst kind. They prey on people's goodwill and hard work. It must be denounced in the strongest terms. Pls beware. God bless. Son, In the event Google fails there's that personification of patience, wisdom, and sardonic humor named Stephen, your Granddad. You would have loved Grandma ,Gladys, till your mom and I grow jealous. I can't wait to regal you with stories of not how she passed but how she lived. She was/is a living breathing conduit of love. She was a live wire of emotions. I miss her every second son. She was the greatest woman alive. Truly one of God's masterpieces. God heard her repeated prayers and sent you to me. I know she's smiling now. Thank you mom. I know you had a hand in this somehow. Don't worry anymore my love, your Ikechukwu is fine now. The accolades, the milestones, the victories and blessings, the dysfunctional relationships (especially those lol) all pale in comparison to you Dubem. You are the reason I have waited this long. This is the juncture that God created for you and I. The timing couldn't have been better. The blessing couldn't have been more wholesome, profound. The 'Omugo' Gladys would have lovingly taken charge of wasn't possible for obvious reasons. So we adapted. We persevered. We prayed hard and I can happily say the resources of the mind is limitless for those who put their mind to it. As for the other side, I honestly wish I find their affairs as remotely interesting as they find mine. Since Harvis birth I've grown even more impervious to the drama. All the bigoted remarks means zilch to me. They're like voices at sea; inscrutable, indecipherable, Unfathomable. It's a skill I've honed to its finest. A skill I intend to teach you to the hilt. I'm a proponent of positive vibes. Positive people. A #Lion begets a #Lion.

Son, A few weeks ago I recall kissing your mom's sweaty brows as I encouraged Her to push and push harder intermittently. I recall her growing weaker by the minute, her fingers clutching my shoulders in a death grip, her intense green eyes staring deep into my core with that singular resolve only women in labor possess. I asked Doc Crawford for the honour of pulling you out of your mom which she granted without wasting a heartbeat and also gave me the charge of cutting the umbilical cord. You see against every ethos of her practice she sensed a higher purpose beyond this realm; a symbolic need for me to perform this final task to weld you and I, father and son, into one single entity. I have a propensity for nicknames son. I've pretty much covertly or overtly nicknamed everything in my life. Your mom is Supergirl. Well now Superwoman. I promise you by no stretch is her nickname far fetched. She's the combination of great looks, brains, grace and sheer guts! She's got more balls let alone mental strength, than most men I know; present company included. I'll save the story of her commitment and dedication on this journey for perhaps another day lol. I don't know where our path will take us tomorrow but it had to be her. It was predestined to be. She's taken to motherhood like fish to water. I'm indebted for life sweetheart. The finest poets and wordsmiths has written all there is to write about a father's love for a son. My oratorical or literal prowess can never match theirs no matter how hard I try now or later. But no one alive or dead can or will match what I hold in my heart. My propensity and strength is in my heart son, always have been. Many times when events and words fail me my heart lifts me with the weight of its content. You see I have witnessed Jehovah's greatest Miracle. My love for you is in the moment that froze as I held you in my hands for the first time and I thought my heart had stopped beating. It's in the pride as people swoon over you in public places, gushing about how utterly beautiful you are. I've googled everything from how to change diapers to how to soothe you to sleep. Yes we have become apt and true disciples of Google lol.