Dear Jimoh [part one] - Andrew Osas Igbineweka

Good Evening Beauties!

I have not uploaded any of my piece on this platform for a while now for reasons I cannot start to explain. I hope you would find it in your large heart to understand and forgive.

This piece is addressed to an imaginary son whose name is Jimoh. The writer in person is me. Yes, I wrote it originally. The mom is that lady you know about. The lady that shares the same fears as this.
However, I am going to be sharing it in pages. And this is to make is bearable for those who find reading exhausting.  It is just three pages. So expect the next page by tomorrow. Thanks!

I'd like for you to leave me a response in the comment field.

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Dear Jimoh

I love you so much. I know you are quite familiar with these words but I will keep saying it until you don’t need to hear it to know it is true. I have loved you from when you were feeble and frail. I have loved you from when you were only an idea in my mind; when you were only a fantasy that interrupted my reality. You came into my life when I dreaded that my husband’s family was getting tired of harbouring my incessant miscarrying. You were a blessing. You are a blessing, and I remain forever grateful to have begotten you in my life time.

But Jimoh, there are some crucial matters that make me worry so much about your tomorrow. I have watched you grow. I have watched you make mansions out of clay. I have watched you turn out the best in your class during your secondary school days. I remember that day you discovered you could sing and dance. I remember the light I saw in your eyes and how that it completed the beauty in your face. I always knew there was something missing in your face. But that night it dawned on me; you discovered purpose and then it all came out right. The glow on your face could not be ignored. It sat on every corner of your tender face and somehow, it makes me smile each time I remember. 

My worries have caused me to write you this letter.

You have grown into this man and somehow, the beautiful boy you used to be has retired into solace, afraid of the darkness that the world preaches. You have ignored that part of you that is crucial to fulfilling purpose. Jimoh, I know life can be chaotic, especially for the ones with a vision. Sometimes you see the big picture and other times, it just becomes blur and vague. Today you have all you desire, all you deserve and the next, the world comes crashing on you. 

Dear Jimoh, I am not writing this letter to ease the worry and pain in your heart. I am not writing this letter to make you believe that every forest you venture would be without approaching claws. I am not writing this letter to tell you that you wouldn’t stumble and fall. I am not telling you by any means that at a snap of your finger you would have all you ever dreamed of. If I did, I would be lying to you.

I am writing you this letter to .... [STAY CONNECTED FOR THE NEXT PAGE]
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