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ATMC: Everything dt happens to us is father- filtered...keep seeing your psychologists, you'll be whole in due time...i love you bulky!thanks sis, love you too |
Ujujoan: Words fail me . . . My heart is broken by your post . .I don't know why it happened but I know that the Lord is good, always |
[quote author=baby_123]wow, ridiculously sad! such a princess, may she RIP. what happened Epilepsy?[/quote]lol He was a He |
dagr8: [size=13pt] ID, the tin pass shock o, na electrocution [/size]lol |
Idowuogbo: Shocking rite?you know, you and Brother Dagr8 make a wonderful duo. ![]() |
SugaryBelle: Oh,may God grant u d fortitud 2 bear dis loss...thank you |
Ujujoan:come on, wipe those tears away. |
dagr8: [size=13pt] Adding 2 to 2, i should be able to arrive at d answer...but dis mathematics seems so complex to me...hold on to that, all will be revealed soon |
[quote author=baby_123]wow, ridiculously sad! such a princess, may she RIP. what happened Epilepsy?[/quote]car accident dear. |
superbloke: Lol. ![]() |
ATMC: lol @icu...how's your day?it was good, just glad that its about to be over how was urs? @ Superbloke try harder ![]() |
@ Mysticgal today is his birthday and Kulyie he was a boy ![]() |
chioma134: @op,be comforted with the comfort of the Holy Spirit. And to the rest of us,may we never bury our children.Amen.Amen and Amen to that. |
taryour: God bless you woman is all I can say/type/think off and weepit is well. ![]() |
Beloved1993: I'm so sorry for your loss. I don't have kids yet, but I see the pain when my patients lose theirs .thanks, I have been asking myself how you guys cope. |
alutacontinua: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww............may God grant you the grace to bear this.thank you dear, just didn't know how to do it. *hugs* |
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kids ![]() Blue was your favourite color and you adored red though Mommy and Daddy didn't fancy it. Blessing I don't know whether I should celebrate your birthday or not. But I wrote this to honor your memory because that's all that is left with me. I wanted to go to Pretoria, because there I feel more close to you, but Mommy is sick my angel, she can't even go to church. You know mommy would have been with you, if we were to switch places, she would have laid down her life for you but God chose only you among others. Well maybe you had fulfilled the puporse He brought you here for in the first place. Remember that letter mommy wrote to you before you were born? The letter that in it she promised to be there for you and asked God to make sure that one day she will see you off to school? Mommy didn't ask much from God right? So you came and lived for the time mommy had asked for. I remember the day you were born; it still feels like yesterday. Mommy and aunty Tebello were preparing to go to town and do some shopping for you, she knew that the ultrasound scan showed that you would be born around the 26th and 28th of June so she still had time to do things. But God's timing is sacred, unknown to men because his thoughts are not like ours. It was a beautiful sunny morning, everyone up and about with their business. Mommy was taking a bath when she couldn't see her hands! At first they laughed at her when she called aunty Liteboho, telling her she couldn't see. Then she cried, that was when they realized mommy was blind.They took mommy to bed and few minutes later mommy had passed out. I remember vividly how I was taken to hospital and was led to surgery, how the Doctor injected me with two needles on my lower back. I woke up two hours later in pain, then I was told I have you. The nurse asked me if you were a boy or a girl and I told her that you were a boy named Blessing. The first time I held you in my arms your eyes were still closed and I opened them to look at you. You looked like aunty Liteboho, even your small nose looked just like hers. The cutest little thing I had ever seen, your pointy nose and pink lips. Then you grew up like a nourished flower, we went to daddy's place and they were so in love with you that granny told all her friends that you were around. You were her pride and joy. You were naughty and played with the remote and knew how to change channels at six months. Your first Christmas wasn't the best because daddy's father had just passed on the previous day; right in front of our eyes. Remember how granny was? Mommy came to visit you again before Easter and you were already on baby walker, pulling and tearing anything in your way, mommy thought you were lazy because you were 10 months and still couldn't crawl. Then mommy had to go back home again, trying everything to raise money for your first birthday but by the end of May she still had less than R50. Then on the first of June mommy packed her bags and took a taxi to the boarder. Mommy knew that God would make a way for her to reach you, and God was indeed faithful, mommy got in the last taxi to Pretoria for free. I sat next to you on the 2nd of June waiting patiently for you to open your eyes. When you did you couldn't remember me, but I took you in my arms still and cried. You looked so grown up and cute. You had you would rather choose grandma instead of mommy. And grandma Mamsie teased Mommy about it, but Mommy was strong. She knew you would remember her and you did remember me in few days. Boy! You were crawling! I was so happy. Grandma kept your birthday party to herself, it was a surprise. Daddy skipped your first birthday because he was with his new girlfriend. They had to be somewhere, see my angel that girl is one of the reason mommy and daddy would never be together. He was so in love that I had to endure their cuddling in front of me, and you know what pissed me off? Your grandma never liked me but she liked that girl and to this day she would choose her not mommy. Your birthday party was a success and you took your first step alone that day, mommy was so proud of you nana. Even though Daddy wasn't there, the warmth of his family made mommy strong. For the rest of that year mommy and daddy fought a lot, Daddy would lie to mommy and say he wanted her back, mommy would forgive him but baby it didn't work because mommy didn't love daddy no more. Mommy tolerated Daddy because of you my love. Mommy didn't spent the second Christmas with you because she had to work outside the country. Mommy was so happy when your Grandma allowed you to come live with her in Lesotho....Dear I was the happiest mother in the world. Then the fun began when we were school hunting, that board that captured mommy's interest. Mommy smile everyday when she pass by because its full of the memories we made. Your first day to school in that Uniform that aunty Liteboho said you looked like baas...the afrikaanese farm owner. Hahaha...Mommy still has your uniform, she doesn't want to give it away, she will keep it till she comes and join you someday when the Lord says its time. Remember the battle for your bathing towel in the tub? When you wanted to bath yourself? Copying every move Mommy made? How you cried the first day Mommy left you behind at school? Mommy had to hire a driver to pick you up and drop you in the afternoon? Still remember your best friend Tshepo? The one you liked so much and would accidentally call him during the weekends? And aunty Liteboho would laugh at you? And you enjoyed building blocks at 18 months? I remember how your cousin Mankies would be jealous and tear your blocks down and you would give him your bicycle to play with so that you would built your blocks in peace. Then those adverts you liked; the Dettol soap one, the herbex one and the Shoprite Yousave one. You knew them by heart... ![]() Our excitement was short lived because aunty Mmaluka and uncle Peter didn't want you at home, saying that your daddy's family didn't pay the damages so they didn't want a bastard child here at home. Grandma Flo didn't have a problem with you staying here but I feared for your life my dear, I had weird feelings that aunty Mmaluka might come during the day when mommy was at school and poison your food. The woman made our lives a living hell. So mommy called your favorite grandma; daddy's mom. She said Mommy can bring you back so that she can study in peace, during my stay Bless, I enjoyed every single day we spend. I still play Kuchi-Kuchi (oh baby) by Jodie when I think of you. We used to play with your dog Molly, watch Big brother together. I remember how you used to dance to the tune when I play Ara by Brymo. The hide and seek in the cupboard Then you would sell yourself out by singing the voicenotes we made? Your voice ever so sweet? aunty Mpho said your voice was angelic. I have collected your video's your photos and voicenotes and put them away in your memory box where I put all your things.Remember when you turned two? Mommy was sick and showed a video from Lesotho of Grandma Flo, aunty Mpho, aunty Liteboho and cousin Luke singing you a happy birthday song? How you pointed them out to Grandma Ntswaki? Every little thing we did together is a big deal to mommy. That day Mommy left you behind, she felt like she had left something back in Pretoria. It was you, since then you refused to talk to Mommy on the Phone. Late July Mommy had weird dreams, she would dream about you dead and pray asking God not to take you, because she isn't strong enough to lose you. But few days Mommy's predictions were true, you passed on. Mommy cried when she was showed the picture that was taken at the scene, you looked shocked, eyes wide open and blood seeping from your nose, your ears and mouth. Mommy felt sorry for you, she wished she was there so that she took that pain for you. Its okay that you died that day, because if you lived, you would have never be normal my angel, God knew that Mommy would bear your death and couldn't let you live brain dead, it would have been too much for her. The day we brought you to Pretoria from the Joburg forensic department, Mommy passed out, she couldn't bear looking at you wrapped in the refuse bag like you were gabagge. Oh my angel...it was horrible. The day we said our last goodbyes to you, the whiteness of your small coffin as bright as an angels glow. You were so peaceful, but your head my angel. It was bigger than the head we knew, your pink lips had turned yellow and chapped. Mommy caressed and kissed you still, because to her you were still Blessing, the one she gave birth to. Aunty Liteboho cried so much Mommy felt her pain, you guys were inseparable and lookalikes. Daddy cried too that day, he told you he loves you and he visits your grave regularly. I was there too in February, I couldn't talk to you, but I just sat on your grave and talked to my father; He knows all my needs. Blessing my life hasn't been the same without you, I can't sleep because of you. I know that I have to let go, I am slowly doing that but letting go doesn't mean I will forget about you. We are expecting a little one this month or next month, she or he will be named Lehlohonolo. Mommy has kept your blue gown for the little one and that blue shirt you liked. we divided you checked Nike shoes with daddy, I took the left one and he took the right one.Mommy has met someone special, maybe on your fourth birthday next year, mommy will explain how she met that someone, he would have loved to meet you. But we all shall meet one day, aunty Mpho, aunty Puleng, aunty Liteboho and grandma Flo all went to church and said they will put you in their prayers. Daddy called this morning, he said he just wanted to tell me, I gave him a gift he will never forget and told Mommy to be strong. ![]() I have to stop here for now my angel, I know that your happy where you are. |
ATMC: oh...sweet, i'll read ur diary later. Face it na, read it in d net, you know i had tongue blisters last 3 weeks and it lasted for more than 2 weeks...i spoke to it, took antibiotics all to no avail, i had to google d cure and it was toothpaste. So...but then in d midst of all you are victorious! A fact dt is. My phone is ill so i can't chat but as soon as its done with its medication, i'll get back on d chat. So see you soon.thanks, will do. Hope your phone get out of ICU soon ![]() |
[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Amen to that brother, Amen to that![/quote]smh sos! |
[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Legend of the fvckeers launched www.nairaland.com/1309209/legend-fvcckkeeerrsss#15998483 Its time for the ladies to share how they first ate that forbidden fruit8)[/quote]is it me or that your thread should be on the sexuality section? This is a literature section for crying out Loud! |
Shugamania:hey Dimples |
superbloke: Hello everyone! Sorry about last night guys. My battery went dead.you should visit the romance section |
Ishilove: Cos of YOU!!did you really give up Or you ran knowing so well that Mr Goshen will come after you as usual? |
Idowuogbo: Coz of who? My hands are clean o!lol |
ATMC: Phew! Some people can preach but to now live d life is wahala, i never see #shrugs# wey these peep na? Hbg, Muskeeto, superbloke, rey, an0nimous...you don carve new crib for literature ok o..., ujsizzleee, lala wetin dey happen? Make una show na...hey, I read that o...I haven't told the house but its in my diary...I have been fighting arthritis for the past week now, it gets scary at times. I refused to read it up on the net, seeing how its victims were like but through it all I still love Jesus and have loved ones all over the place. Its true that love kills multiple of sins, it makes you bear the pain and it gives you a new hope for living. |
@ Op someone told me about this; I quickly checked it and emotions got the best of me as tears started flowing down my cheeks....it reminds me of how my own mother had her children @ an old age. She would tell me that she thought she would never have children but they came, six of them. Remember that God's timing is perfect....when the little one comes please remember to share your blessings with us. |
Rap maestro: you are funny? When i am not dumb.. Will i tell u that i'm doing dis cos everyone is doing it..? ''NO'',ok...I get you..do take it easy o. Goodnight folks |
Rap maestro: BTW.. HBG.. I didn't intend to write many, u get? It just starts,what is the reason behind your writing? Is it a gift or you do it because you see other people doing it? Too many times I have asked myself why I do write...what drives me? Its something the Lord made, its a gift from God. I started writing when I was doing grade six...writing is a way for me to tell stories, is a way for me to be free and say my mind. Do things the way I want to through my characters so what's your driving force? |
Rap maestro: Bless you, my Madam{s} at the topyour welcome |
@ Maestro you see where you guys flop? You want to start so many stories all at once. I believe in writing a story and complete it before jumping onto the next one. You could take a break, but a writer needs to read more than s/he writes. You need edit your own story before you bring it to us to read. I have learned a lot in this writing industry lol...I write sruff in my mind before I jot them down, if you have an idea, complete that idea in your head before you start typing. I have an ending on each and every story I write...I write for a purpose... |
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Epilepsy?[/quote]lol He was a He


