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Saturday, 25 August 2018

To My Unborn Children

Dear Obianuju and Wemimo, 

I know you really want to come into this world, but I do not want you to suffer for my wrongs. I see friends having fun, from having fun they break up, I don't want such for myself. 


See I am trying to build a life for you and the woman I will call my wife. I know someday I will be a father, I am sure by then your mother will be ready. 

Dear Obianuju, you are a girl do not join the class of slay queens, you should make sure you slay academically, financially, morally, mentally and spiritually. Do not sell your body to any man, respect your body as a temple of God. There is still pride in virginity, free your mind from those charlatans who see virginity as nothing but old and not a cherished virtue. 

Obianuju, I promise to get you a good mother, who will bring you up in a Godly way. A mother, who will guide you spiritually and teach you all you need to know about your Creator.

Please discard anything that has to do with tribalism and ethnicity. Always see every other individual as you see yourself. I have been a victim of tribalism, do away with that. Treat every other person you meet based on the content of their character and not where they come from. Settle down and build a family with the man who understands you very well. Don't be an housewife, be a career woman, do not join 'all those feminist' people.

I did not give you a Yoruba name because I married from another tribe- IGBO. Remember, I told you to do away with tribalism.

Dear Wemimo, the man of the house, I hope you will uphold the integrity I have struggled so hard to gather for my name.

Please always treat the female gender with respect and love, under no circumstances should you lay your hands on any female...or anybody for that matter. If you have feelings for any woman, express yourself honourably to her. If she accepts, FINE, If not, please MOVE ON. Do not force yourself on any woman. I am not a rapist, neither are you.

Education is the best legacy, take your education very seriously. Do not rely on just certificates, create time to develop yourself. Adapt yourself to every new change in the world, acquire every skill that interests you, embrace knowledge, learning never ends.

The place of God in your life is so important, however make sure you have a personal encounter with your creator. Do not let all these 'gods-of-men' that call themselves 'Men-Of-God' deceive you. Use your instincts to discern the true ones among them.

Wemimo, you might not be strict like me, but do not let people take advantage of you. I am a philosopher and I can tell you that patience is everything. Sometimes things will be tough, sometimes it will be smooth, you must keep moving. Have confidence in yourself and never allow anybody belittle or put you down.

Finally, prepare yourself for the future and marriage. Work towards perfecting your life and your marriage. As a rule I followed, marry only one wife, do not exceed that. I wish you grace to solve problems, surmount challenges and be a conqueror. 

You are the greatest my dear son.

By Adetayo Omotoyosi Adeolu
 omotoyorsiiadeolu@gmail.com




By Pinkette Dawn Purple Ink - August 25, 2018
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