27/08/2015
A letter from the WOMB from a CHILD that was REQUESTED TO BE ABORTED.
Dear Daddy,
I was there, that Sunny winter day. I remember well, because the wind was not blowing the sand into the air, and the sun did not shine through from the clouds. It all started off like a beautiful Saturday morning. Birds were singing in the air. Taxi's were hooting for loads. Children were playing with water and Mommy was crying a river of tears.
I could feel her tears because they started from the inside. It was like an earthquake inside of her stomach. She shivered. Her shoulders hung. Her heart beat slower...it seemed to sink into her stomach. I on the other hand, had started pushing oxygen and blood through my little heart. I am not bigger than a lemon you know...But I could push some love so that mommies heart could not stop...I needed to give her hope. So I did.
The day seemed to turn to black and grey as you looked her straight in the eye Daddy...and told her "I do not want that Child. Remove it. I don't know how. But I cant even think or imagine me having a child with YOU...". Shame on you Daddy, you never even offered her money or anything.
Dear Daddy, I did not hear the rest of your conversation because suddenly Mommies womb filled with urine but she held it in, so the pressure got a bit too much, so all I could do Dear Daddy was pump my little heart with more "I love you Moms...I am here for you mother...I am here."
Dear Daddy, I was there the first day Mommy went to the Gynaecologist. The Dr, told her she got pregnant from the right, thats when your s***m met her egg. Daddy, do you not think that is just so RIGHT? so perfect?
I was also there, that day you called Mother, speaking fast, saying you are busy, always busy and that you do not even want to be friends with her. You can not have a child but you Daddy, yes you, you were there the day the condom broke. You both protected yourselves. The morning after pill did not take effect and now I am here.
What should they call me? Siyanqoba? Miracle? LisoLenkosi? MandLenKosi? PhuthaLiyenzeka? I do not know Father, but all I know that as I grow and appreciate my mothers love, I know that I have a lot of Daddies, yes I already have my uncles, her work friends and other church people loving on me and calling me names. Some call me Spakupaku, others Potshoza, others "Coming-soon", I think they are all weird and wonderful names, but surely they are all better than your rejection.
Father I know you will not be called Daddy by me anymore...all that Daddy calling was just my desires and dreams of a man playing ball with me...picking me up in the air and making all the googoo-gaagaa noises.
Dear Father, I think you are a F for a Failure. Yes, I am only a few months old but I know that I will grow to be a better man than you. Dear Father, you are working, finished matric, Studied for your profession, liked by many on facebook and twitter and you wanted to kill me. Who killed you?
This month is su***de MONTH. You wanted me murdered. Instead I pronounce my mother and every Aunty who never MURDERED their child after requests and pressure for them to abort, as a SHERO...a SPRING TIME SHERO..
Dear Father, the day you asked my mother to kill me inside her womb, you, Father killed your manhood. You are no different from a man that is castrated, why you continue to use your tool and joystick beats me.
Yes, I said it. I write and right on behalf of my mother because you can not swear me...You think I can not hear you. You can not abuse me with your twisted lies and stories,all I know is love.
Dear Father, My mother plays me music while I am in the womb. I dance everytime I smell food. I watch over her as she sleeps...I have done nice things like draw her body with lines of love around her belly, thighs and figure...I want her to remember me. I have made her breasts a darker colour, a have drawn a black line on her tummy. Drawing is already my favourite thing and I do it without a pen. Just love.
I long to pull at her ni***es, something you will only dream of. Okay maybe you don't...I think you bit her ni***es anyway. When she said "aaaw"...it did not mean she enjoyed it. It meant she was in pain. You were biting her ti***es. *Shaking my little toe*.
Congratulations to all mothers who never aborted when they were dumped by their partners and lovers. You are QUEENS in my books.
From
Baby,
Please call me Smartie-Pants!! or No..Call me Love-Bug!! teehee-hee!!
