You know it all started when we first meet at the museum. From
today; it has become more real than my own existence, that what I once saw as a
dream has become a reality. Do you still remember that day we had few hours
outside school? Right there at the restaurant, all I was thinking of was how to
convince you that I loved you this much. You were on a purple blouse and you
looked real good in it. My core thought at that moment was to kiss you. I
needed a secluded place to unveil the mask and it was not coming. I was tempted
to strong that I even considered the toilet. Now those days are over. We can
now do all these things without blaming temptation.
For over 28 years now, I’ve been doing things, my own way.
From the days of secondary school till this day that I am turning things around,
in my filed, I’ve been living without contradictions in my schedules. It has
all been my desires, schedules, wants and challenges, But from today I
will a new life. I know that my challenges are either increased or decreases
but I accepted them with confidence. I still remember how I wake up late,
sometimes, for work; sleep without eating(maybe because I couldn’t prepare
anything to eat), but I now accept a new government and authority. I now have a
mother that I will grow of. I now have good sisters that will scold me when I
arrive late from work or do something wrong. I want to be a kid; please can you be my mum?
Now that I have someone that can call me back when I’m
mislead, ask too much questions when I call late from work, a mother that will
not allow me sleep without being feed, a lover that will understand me, even I’m
wrong, a teacher that will help me understand her doctrines.
I promise to stand behind your dreams and aspirations. To make them obey your wishes and favour our growth. I will never regret loving you.
I promise to stand behind your dreams and aspirations. To make them obey your wishes and favour our growth. I will never regret loving you.
I now accept my new
age as a boy; please can you be my mother?
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