Poem to my Unborn ChildAt age twenty, I almost became your dad
With a girl I thought would be your mum
And through her I thought you would be conceived
But the evil of miscarriage took you away
That was the saddest day of my life
A day I’ll never forget and will always remember
I’d shed tears and I was sober
Grieved and still think about you all the time in solitude
Miscarriage tore who would’ve been your mum and I apart
But she’ll always be close to my heart
Cos you created that connection that will last for a lifetime
And we talk about you from time to time
I was already to give up you everything for you
Young, brash, and was still in school
Ready to become a man though I was barely an adult
As the journey into fatherhood beckoned like a vault
A new space for a new stage in my journey
I made a vow that;
You will never go through everything I went through
And give you a chance to have a better experience
I’d sacrifice my life for you to live
Go hungry for you to eat
Be sad for you to be happy
Love you like I’ve never loved anything
Understand daddy went through a lot in life
Sacrificed a lot for you never to go through the same ordeal
Tears, sorrow, scars, sweat, and blood I shed;
throughout my young life are for you
Years have gone by
I’m older, wiser, and more educated now
Life is more stable now
And I’m working my way through corporate ladder
But I’m more confused than ever
Cos I exist in utopia when it comes to choices
Chasing the elusive white rabbit in nirvana
Chasing truth and answer to everything to be your mum
Perfection that only exist in my imagination
I know she doesn’t exist
Bear with me, mini-me
Seeking perfection is definitely tall order
I’m just buying time to put everything in the right order
Before bringing you into this cold world to meet your dad
But if you were to come now I’ll gladly accept you
Cos I’ve been waiting all my life to see you
Carry you and caress you in the warmth of my palms
Change your diapers and watch you grow
Show you what unconditional love is meant to be
I hope you come through the right woman
A woman of virtue who can be a great mother
Yes, the onus is on me to make the right choice
But choices in women are like a safari in Serengeti
A place with so much diversity
You’ll never know if you made the right choice or not
Till you tie the knot;
And become entangled in the marriage institution
Women can be so pretentious
Faces of angels and hearts of the devil
So forgive me in advance;
if I ever make the wrong choice when it comes to your mum
But know dad will always love and cater to you