Unlike my other 19th birthdays, I wasn’t excited about this one any bit. And I do recognize that was quite ungrateful of me as I didn’t have any valid reasons not to be happy about another year. I’ve been fatigued mentally and physically in the past few days and yesterday was no different.
But I had several moments that jerked me into gratitude.
You’re not born yet. It’s June 27, 2017, but I have some promises I must deliver to you even before your conception.
I owe you a lot of things. See, in this present time we live in, there are many men and women who don’t know their true value and as a result try to pass on that lack of self-worth to others. I’m trying my best to ensure you grow up knowing your worth and knowing how to nicely and wisely interact with everyone you come across.
What’s the matter? Why have you chosen to ignore my need for your attention?
I’m beginning to think you’re out there laughing at me with each letter I write. Whatever the case is, there’s this part of me telling me you’re just waiting on the perfect time to show up. My intuition is right. I know it is.
However, there’s also that little part of me that believes
You’re God’s gift to me and as gratitude and respect to God, I vow to take care of you however possible. Hence, the reason for this letter.
Over the past days, I’ve been thinking of ways to protect you from the elements of this world. I promise, these might sound a bit crazy, but nothing good comes easy and believe me, it’s all for our own good – a happy family.
There are a few things I’m going to be steering you clear off:
Sugar – Sugar is bad, very bad for you. Until we meet, please don’t take any, not even a teaspoon. We’ve heard one too many songs about women being the sugar in their partners’ tea. My love, I’m the only sugar in your tea, you’re not allowed to Continue reading →