diary 2

My sweet child,

Although I don’t live in the fanciest house,

Wear the nicest clothes,

Or have the fattest account,

But a lot of love in my heart to shower upon you,

My Sweet Child,

I’ll be your father,

I’ll be your mother,

I’ll be your friend,

I’ll be your teacher,

My Sweet Child,

Whether you choose to be a dancer,

An artist or a lawyer,

Whatever it may be,

I’ll be the biggest fan there is,

My Sweet Child,

Please dare to be different,

When they ask you to shake what momma gave you,

Shake your head and prove you’ve got something up there,

Perhaps it’s that you’re asked to prove that you’re a man

Do what they all run from-

Man up to responsibilities,

My Sweet Child,

I love you so much already

Each day of expectancy makes inconvenience a passing blur

I can’t wait to finally meet you

Up to this day

I still can’t believe

I’m Pregnant…

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  • August 15, 2017

    good piece Ade

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  • October 27, 2017

    Nice one.your mind is truly amazing you aren’t pregnant and you’ve never been but yet you write like its true.I admire your writing skills

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  • October 27, 2017

    Did you actually write this piece with help from no one am awed oh.Eyin mama mo gbedi fun yi oh

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  • October 27, 2017

    Lol. Thanks a lot b

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