A letter to my unborn child

See, amongst many things that I want and wish for in my life, being a mother is one of them. As flawed up as I am, I want to mother a whole human being. I actually don’t know why I haven’t, oh wait, sis is a broke mf…but we move. Only money is stopping the ghel LOL.

I had a lecturer who once said that we chose/choose our parents and I didn’t understand and I still don’t but this is what I have to say to the schlong jelly that will make it first, I mean child that will choose me for a mother.  

To my unborn baby, this is to you.

I want you to know that I love you, I am probably one of the few people that will show you what true love is like.

When you get here, because you will, I imagine how your cute eyes and beautiful smile will make my days for the rest of my life. I see myself watching you while you sleep, marvelling at what I can do, at what God’s done. I love my sleep by the way but I think…you know what, it shall do thega.

I want you to have a thick skin. The world can be a cruel place and I don’t want you to let any of those negativities get to you. Your dad and I will work hard to make the world a soft place for you. Excuse me guys but baby should have an active father, I mean like a daddy who will also be my dzarry *wink wink*

Be comfortable in your skin and body, be brave to go after what you want and do not be convinced otherwise.

Dear baby-to-be, I did say I am flawsome and it is my greatest wish not to breathe down them on you; only the good stuff.

I want you to know love so that you are able to give love and be love.

Sometimes the love I have for you will of course come in form of spanks and the talking eye. Oh the eye, you will definitely get that, a lot.

Writing this I already feel anxious at the thought of being a mom someday. I am okay with being responsible for the dishes, drinking gin even but for a whole life for the rest of my life…I worry.

Regardless of my worries and fears, I want you to know that we will make it through ZESAless and waterless days. All we need is our love to be strong (and money of course dude).

When you actually come to reside in my uterus (it’s in the uterus right?) I want to come back to this post and I hope I will still be the same person I am now only stronger and better.

But for now, let mommy drink Zambezi and of course work on herself so that I am able to give you all that I want for you and you deserve.

With love, so much love

Me, your future mother.