The Female Child. by @Anubabyy

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Her parents knew she was meant for great things.
As a child the birds were drawn to her
Leaves grew greener on paths which she walked.
The air always seemed fresher where ever she stepped
And her smile… Oh yes! her smile made flowers blossom.

As a teenager she made fresh water rush
The flowers bloomed around her
The butterflies fluttered
She was springs queen.

In Autumn she would watch the leaves fall with tears in her eyes…
She would whisper words as she said goodbye
It confused her parents, but still they believed she had a kind heart.

She became a woman
The most kind hearted and free spirited woman ever
She would dance with the wind and sway her hips

The gods came down and told her they had waited for her to grow and become a woman,
they had long awaited for her arrival,
The day she was given birth to beautiful snow fell
The softest snow that was ever felt.
They told her she was mother nature
A queen of seasons who would birth a child of hope.

Anuoluwapo Kalejaiye.
@Anubabyy

@nzurixnzuri’s letter

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 Bunmi’s letter.

Hang in there.

Victoria's Letter

Bunmi’s Letter

Dear daughter,

For a little girl with eyes wide shut and arms wide open as these words inundate her very being.

Like arrows in the hand of a mighty man, this little girl is mine
This little girl is a part of me

Smiling in your sleep,I wonder what makes you smile so
Is my little angel dreaming?
Is she dreaming of happy places and thinking happy thoughts?

Your eyes flutter open
And you smile at me
Your smile warms my heart like thermal socks on an English winter night
And I tell you this feeling right here is a genesis older than the big bang

Looking into your eyes, I smile back
Lighting up like a thousand fireflies,
Your beautiful brown eyes are as pure as the driven snow
Eyes filled with all the innocence and curiosity that comes with being a new-born
I see that curiosity in your eyes,
Like Dora my little angel is eager to take on the world
This meretricious world you’re so eager to explore is evil and cold

Darling daughter you are not grey, yellow or beige
Your skin is the color of your father’s joy and your mother’s love
Despite what society and television tell you, hard work, sincerity and honesty are more important than the price of your handbag or red-soled shoes.

When you are up to your knees in disappointment
When, planning your crucifixion,
Life pins you from side
When you’re overwhelmed
Baby,you don’t have to bear it all on own
I have no red cape but baby girl I’d be your Supermom
I’d always have comfort food for those days when the glitter fades,
And you feel torn and dejected.
We’d eat popcorn and chocolates
Watch reruns of Friends
And most importantly take it to the Lord in prayer

Do not fret darling child
Like the sand welcomes the ocean,
He’s always there to receive you in his arms.
When you feel you’re not good enough Remember God made you good enough.
Don’t you dare forget, you are the strongest creature to exist, you’re His masterpiece
You have the light to fight the darkness
Don’t you dare forget!
He made you beautiful!
He made you unique!

Dear daughter,
Have big dreams
Invest in your mind
Read far and wide,
For indeed,
The secrets to this world
Are found,
Where pen and paper confluence
Be grateful for everything you have
And everyone you meet.
Like Barak on that cold January morning As he made history,
Dear daughter stand tall and proud. Fashion your arms like airplanes
And say to yourself…

“I AM PRICELESS”!

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A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?

N.B. The project continues on monday, with @ObaFuntAy’s letter.

You can send in your own written letters to obafuntay@gmail.com

You can subscribe to the blog (at the right column to follow the project, if you are viewing with your mobile, just scroll to the end of this page to subscribe)

@Aw3L3’s Letter

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 Awele’s letter.

Hang in there.

Aw3L3's Letter

Awele’s Letter

Hey, beautiful one.

The world is very lucky to have you, and the people who ought to realize this, will, soon enough. It’s an outrageous world you live in; you will meet bizarre people, experience weird and wonderful things. You must learn to take everything in your stride. You know my dear; I have so much faith in you and your abilities. I believe you can take on anything. However, Mother’s faith in you is nothing if you have no belief in yourself. The salt of the earth, the light of the world, a great man has called us, and I believe him. Logical isn’t it, that we are all created to carve out our own niche in humanity, to make someone or people happier, more comfortable, better? That we’re not just puppets inspired by some superior being’s desire to play large scale monopoly? You are special, and different, never let anyone tell you otherwise. Never believe anyone who calls you useless. You have a purpose, and even if it weren’t a niche, you must realize, that your breathing makes your father and I very happy and grateful. Regardless of how the irrelevant others might see it, you are so important. Believe strongly in yourself, and all the good that you choose to be. You will realize as you grow older, that people will form opinions about you, offer unsolicited advice about things in your life they really know nothing about. Use your discretion. You cannot afford to listen to everyone. They cannot all be right or goodness which way will you go? You see why you must have faith in who you are; once you do, every other voice will be the backdrop of your glorious existence.

One thing I have learned my child, is friends never really stay. They come and go in phases. Some leave us by our own doing, the loss of some may be our undoing, and if we are lucky, the amazing ones leave to return. You must expect this, brace yourself for the impending hurt if necessary, but never act like it. Don’t push people away because you think they might not stay. Enjoy friendships while they last, bask in the relationships that edify and truly make you happy, and learn from them. Again I warn you to use your discretion; not everyone who will cozy up to you likes you, and not everyone you meet will like you for the right reasons, whatever those reasons may be to you. Make your mistakes; some lessons must be learned firsthand, and the hope that keeps us going makes us want to try out in places and things where others have failed. Where would have been the faith in yourself and your abilities, if another’s failure daunted you? So make your mistakes. But learn from them, also.

Boys are a riveting group, aren’t they? Some are senseless beyond understanding; others so charming and gifted you can hardly take it. And all the better to observe when they become men. So are girls anyway. You must neither be deceived, nor deceive yourself; underneath the display of adoration, professed love, what men really want is sex. It might not be all they want, but that of course, is for you decide. No man wants anything more than regular coitus from an irresponsible woman. And if, God forbid you choose that path, you will find yourself invariably without a companion because really, no one wants to be with someone who has no standards, limits or value system. When you realize what you want from a man, you will prep yourself accordingly. I will leave the stern advice, direct exact warning, and rules to your father. There’s no one better to give you advice on men, that one himself, and one who loves you unconditionally. I love you also. I love you very much. Without reservation, and in spite of your past and future errors. You will become a great person, and I feel proud of you already.

Love,

Mother.

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A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?

N.B. The project goes on tomorrow, with Olawale‘s letter.

You can send in your own written letters to obafuntay@gmail.com

You can subscribe to the blog (at the right column to follow the project, if you are viewing with your mobile, just scroll to the end of this page to subscribe)

In Pursuit of Perfection

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As a child, I wanted to be a lot of things at different stages of my life. I think it started with me wanting to be an Artist, to draw and paint. I had been told time after time by my mother that I was a “born artist” but all I had to show for it were stick figure drawings, even my handwriting was a fail at Fine-art.

So I moved on…

Before long, a day came when I was in the hospital, the doctor had just prescribed my medications, I looked at the prescription sheet and couldn’t read a thing he wrote and I could buoyantly beat my chest as my handwriting was fabulous as compared to his. I later went on to find out that it was something notable about most doctors. My joy knew no bounds! I was going to be a Doctor!

Alas, I encountered a beast called Biology in my journeying to be a Doctor. That beast tore me apart over and over all through senior secondary school. My best grade was a ‘C’.

Yet again, I had to move on…

My Grandfather had always and still wants me to be a lawyer and with my being an Artist and Doctor dream now behind me, I set out on being a Lawyer. You see, Literature isn’t a tough subject, I like it, I appreciate it but my teacher back then – Mr. Akindele was a tough one. The cane was his best bud and confidant; he always used it on us at the slightest opportunity for inane reasons. I mean, look at the picture below, yes, that’s me, the boy in the yellow shirt (Hail, Hope House). Don’t worry, there is a no insult I couldn’t have possibly heard yet about this picture. But common, look how fragile (too mild a word to use) I look… I ran away from literature class and picked up another subject, I couldn’t stand the torture any longer. Literature however, was a prerequisite to study Law as a First degree.

You see, as a child I wanted to be a whole lot of things, I also wanted and still want to be Superman (I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Superman?) I believed in a whole lot, lot of people, no worries, I was beautifully naive as the Child in “The Tale of a Little Child” but along the way, I’m not sure if it was because I was growing up or ‘cause I was tired of the recurrent disappointments, but bit by bit I lost faith with each upset, I wasn’t sure of what to believe in anymore, insecurity set in, almost zero confidence in myself, all the smiles, the happiness, all of it had seemed to take a walk, going one after the other, falling, falling, falling. The Domino effect.

I just wanted to be perfect.

I’ve started another journey, I have put on my Frye boots, now, I just want to be me, no matter what I do; maybe with each word I write, I get to create art, maybe my mother was right, maybe I’m a born-artist, maybe with everyone that reads a post, I get to heal a part of them, maybe I’ll Inspire someone, maybe, just maybe along the way I’ll find perfection,

 I think being perfect is discovering who you are and being exactly that person

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Today is my birthday!! #JustSoYouKnow, May babies are the most awesome folks you’ll ever find! *pops collar*
A big thank you to everyone showing me Love and support.

I intend to eat Cake all through today so if you have any suggestion on how I can rid off sugar out of my system at the end of the day, please let me know. This is very essential!

All that being said, in the words of John Carter, Take up a Course, Fall in Love, Write a Book. Inspire someone, start something that matters.

I may not be perfect just yet, but I’m in pursuit of perfection.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?