Welcome to the second project on obafuntaydotcom, The Letter to my unborn child project. If you missed the preview, you can view it here, just so you have an idea what we are up to, as much as the project title, speaks for itself.
Ever thought of writing a letter? Better still, a letter to your unborn child?
What would you name him/her? Why not give your unborn child a name now and write him/her a letter? Yes! Right now! Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me.
What do you think?
Today, we’d be reading Seun Thomas’ letter.
Hang in there.
If you’re reading this, then it means somewhere along the line I met a wonderful woman, my life changed and our romance was epic, we did the nasty and now we have you.
I’m sure you think I’m awesome, I think I am too. I’m sure you’re wondering how I was as a younger man, I hope this letter gives you some insight. I know I can’t get any shorter, but at the moment, I’m about 6’5, I’m skinny and my hair is shaggy, I never comb it.
I don’t have a girlfriend, but don’t be scared, just like you I like girls, I won’t give you an exact figure but best believe your father had been with a fair share of women before he met your mother, but that’s a story for another day, remind me to tell you how I met your mother.
Its 2013, wizkid is the shit!! There’s this movie you have to watch: The Protector, with Tony Jaa being the actor. Damn! That movie is epic, bear in mind, her opinion of the film was an important factor in the decision to make your mother my wife, but like I said, that’s a story for another day.
One of these days, when I’m feeling emotional I’ll probably explain the emotions behind this letter, I think I have to give some sort of advice here, so the people reading your uncle Funto’s blog don’t think too poorly of your awesome daddy(they can’t really do that sha, I’m just patronizing them).
Where was I? Yh, advice. Lemme see, well, first of all, never mix alomo and vodka, that shit would mess you up, have you calling girls in the middle of the night from your university hostel room in your final year, have you dancing like a maniac and make you wake up the next morning screaming.
If you haven’t pissed your grandma off yet, I’m sure you probably have, its impossible not to. Don’t. She will smack you anywhere, anytime.
I won’t tell you not to be player, just don’t ever get caught, what I will tell you, is to be careful, girls are crazy.
If you ever smoke weed, I will know, if you sneak a girl to the house, I will know. If you touch my G-wagon, I will know, and I will kill you, remember that.
Try your best with school, cheesy as it may sound its important, you’ll feel good about yourself if you do well, that’s what’s important, that’s what should motivate you.
Sha sha, take it easy, be cool, I love you.
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A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?
N.B. The project goes on tomorrow, with @nzurixnzuri‘s (victoriadegboye) letter.
You can send in your own written letters to firstname.lastname@example.org
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