Someone reminded me that in the first blog I promised to write about children so here we are …

Children are a gift from God and he who has many is considered blessed ..well we are blessed with 3 amazing babies. King, Gold and Crown….oh what a journey it is …someday,I will share their birth stories.

Before we got married we had the children conversation like any dating couple , we agreed to wait 2 year without a child so that we get to understand each other and spend some time together before children came along and this we pronounced ourselves and even put it in prayer.

No one explained that the reality meant deliberate family planning and solid resolve to deal with the extended family enquiry of if all was okay as well as the prying eyes of the friends wondering calamity of childlessness had befallen us.

While we had a blast those two years…without family planning, there were times we had to ask God why he had to literally take our prayer request. The pressure,though subtle was beginning to build in. We continually reminded ourselves of the prayer and rested in the comfort that we were in the answer… thanks to my faith that was up there those days.

6 months into the marriage people start asking ( given my weight at the wedding some people actually thought I was pregnant thus the reason I was getting married immediately after school) so 6 months was all I got . What made all this bearable was the fact that we had told the most important people that we were waiting for 2 years and they were in support because honestly we were young , my husband had just finished his second degree( he did this to wait for me to finish mine ) and I was literally 22 so having children wasn’t anywhere close

We continued our exciting life until 1 year and 4 months later when we lost our biggest supporter, now life got real, at her funeral  people would stop me and tell me to my face that she would have seen her grand child if you were not selfish enough to refuse to get pregnant, now the emotional me could not stand the questions and stares so I withdrew abit and then I started asking myself, were they right ? Were we being selfish? Anyway my husband assured me she supported our decision and that’s what mattered

I believed him but it started pounding in my mind , I needed a child urgently , the things we tell ourselves, the unnecessary pressure from outside, my husband kept reminding me that we asked God for two years and I told him it was easy for him since they were all assuming I had a problem and not giving my husband children but yet deep down I knew what he was saying was true. He kept telling me that until I found peace and waited on God as I had asked before and long story short on our 2nd anniversary we conceived our first born

Finally we were pregnant but I don’t think I was ready for what that meant , ever since that time I respect mothers, there are things they can’t prepare you for and pregnancy is one of them, no amount of reading, hearing people’s stories can actually prepare you for it, it’s beautiful,strange all in one, there are nights I needed help simply turning in bed ( bless my husband) I didn’t know the person in the mirror every time I looked there and I just stopped looking in the mirror , and what’s strange is every child is different , for King ,Gold and crown each pregnancy was unique but they arrived and we forgot the pain and enjoyed the children

When the first child arrived my father in law told me one thing , your task is done, anything after this is his, the bathing, the feeding all for the father. I had never heard words more exciting than that and I took them to heart, and faithful to his father’s words my husband never let me do much with the children, he took care of whatever concerned them . But why am I saying all this ? Children are a blessing…God gives and His timing is never wrong,2 or 10 years, their arrival will quickly erase the memories of pain,long wait, uncertainty, long glares and past losses.

Am blessed to have experienced a  received this gift and for my 15th,I take this moment to to say Ebenezer…and by the way, 22 years ago, preparing to take my exam laying on my back with excruciating back pain-child birth was a medical impossibility… Today,I enjoy the gift-a life miracle

The first voice I heard,the first hug I got

The first smile , the first advice all from her

The gentle soul she is

Kind and considerate ,putting everyone else

above her without a thought

My mother

So loving , selfless, available

A definition of love like no other

You taught us to love fully

Forgive truly and

Give without expecting back

Oh my mother

Never getting tired,never showing defeat

Always encouraging

Always believing

Always hoping

Always joyful

My mother

From greeting everyone on the road

To running around till she finds what you want

Not minding if on a boda or taxi or even on foot

To washing all the utensils at the function

My mother

In the darknest of nights you are closest

As we receive our babies ,you are there

In the joys you are there , oh my mother

If given a choice I would choose you again

You are a blessing we never deserved , a joy we are grateful for

Happy birthday my mother

A 13 year old girl stood in the doctors office ,with pain radiating through her back but yet she was met with kindness and a smile on the doctors face. He slowly explained to her what could be the cause of the pain in a language her little mind could comprehend

That started the beginning of many such sessions for this young girl but also brought hope that one day she will be better. The treatments then started, the Mris ,CT scans were done and each of them would end in the same way,  with the Dr explaining each with  a patience that has set the bar way up high for all the doctors to be met even in the future .

When pain meds failed to do much, the doctor suggested massage as therapy and to this young girl it was something to be done by nurses or anyone else but not the doctor but to her dismay the Dr took it upon himself to massage the back himself for session after session and he never tired.

When the therapy didn’t seem to work, one friday evening he told the girl and her family that it was time to try surgery and try to replace the slipped disk.. it was one of those days never to be forgotten.  The girl stared from the mother to the father and they all seemed lost and hopeless about what was going on. The doctor seeing this went ahead and explained the consequences of the surgery and that made the fear on their faces even worse ,but he encouraged them that he would do alot of research and consultation and give them feedback on Monday morning .

To say that the weekend was long is an understatement but Monday did come and going back to hospital the silence could be cut with a knife but on getting to the doctors office he told them that after several consultations the operation was not necessary and was going to try another type of medication

I can go on and on but bottom line is God used this doctor to bring hope to a little girl, to pay attention to the details that others would normally miss and above all to show kindness and care to a little girl

Its with sadness that I heard of his passing and it brought out all those moments and regret that I never went back to appreciate the things I thought were normal then but I hope this does that in some way

Dr Shiraz set a bar for all doctors i have met to this day, he made me believe that medical doctors are meant to be kind and that alone heals more than the medicine they prescribe ,but also that explaining to the patient goes a long way to help them heal.

Rest well doctor.. you left a mark on a little girl now turned lady that tries to care the way you did and be available for sick people as much as possible.

The handsome man in the mirror.

As i stand quietly and look in the mirror I see the lines on your face, a map of all the years past

The silver strands, a gentle whisper of time’s soft touch, on your gentle soul
Your eyes, they sparkle, like stars in the night Illuminating the path as I stare at you in the mirror

Your smile, a gentle breeze, that soothes my soul The warm embrace speaks of home, familiar,safe space

I see the doubt, that creeps in your mind,when you gaze in the mirror, and wonder if you’re still handsome or defined by the grey that’s crept, into your locks ,beard and eyebrows and i see the fear that you are nolonger as handsome

I ache to tell you that that’s just a part, of the story that unfolds because you remain handsome to me as the days unfold

Your worth, is not in the hair on your head It’s in the love you share, the memories we’ve spread It’s in the laughter, the tears, the fights the moments we’ve shared, through the dark of night You’re more than just your looks, more than just your frame,more than the fading scar on your face
You’re a beautiful soul, with a heart that’s pure and true

Your grey hair’s just a sign, of the life you’ve lived and what lies ahead A life filled with love, and moments you ve been given
So don’t you hide, behind the veil of doubt,your beauty, my dear, is more than skin deep

It’s in the kindness, that you show to all around you, the generosity that you have in every situation ,the way you love, with a heart that’s standing tall and give of yourself so freely with no reservation.

The night air was thick with secrets that Thursday, my phone glowing in the dark as your messages lit up the screen. Each buzz sent a thrill through me, our conversation a slow burn that started with playful teasing—little jabs about the day, a shared joke that made me smile into the shadows. But soon, the words turned electric. Your question, “What would you do if I was there right now?” hung in the air, bold and daring. My reply was a whisper typed in the dark: my fingers grazing your jaw, your breath catching as I leaned closer, the imagined press of your body against mine.

Each message wove a spell, confessions of desire spilling out until the night faded into a haze of anticipation. We fell asleep with promises lingering, a vow to make them real tomorrow.
Friday morning carried a restless hum. I stood at the junction near my place, the city waking slowly around me. I’d chosen my outfit with care—a soft, fitted top that caught the morning light, jeans that hugged my curves, a quiet nod to the fantasies we’d traded. The air was crisp, and my pulse quickened when I saw your car pull up, your silhouette familiar yet thrilling. You stepped out, eyes locking onto mine with a heat that echoed last night’s words. “Ready?” you asked, your voice low, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. I nodded, sliding into the passenger seat, the space between us already charged i could feel the heat regardless of the ac that was on.

As you drove us out of the city, away from the noise, to a quiet Airbnb tucked in a secluded corner where trees whispered and the world felt far away. I could feel my heart beat as i started to get wet. We approached the place you’d told me about  in one of your messages—a cozy hideaway with warm wood floors and windows that let in slanted sunlight. As we stepped inside, the door clicked shut, and the silence wrapped around us like a secret. No need for words; the tension from our late-night texts pulsed in the air.

You turned to me, your hand finding mine, fingers lacing together as you pulled me close. “So,” you murmured, your breath warm against my ear as you gave me the warmest engulfing hug that i had been dreaming about, and as i was still lost in that you whispered  in my ear “about those messages…” My laugh was soft, swallowed by the press of your lips, slow and deliberate, tasting of the promises we’d made. We moved like we’d choreographed it in our minds—my hands tracing the lines we’d described, your collarbone, the curve of your spine, each touch a spark igniting what we’d imagined. You teased me with a line I’d sent, something bold about where my hands would wander, and I felt the heat rise, my skin flushing under your gaze.

The feel of your hands as they moved on my skin were literally making me feel a fire in every part of my body.  The gentle caresses as you massaged me from head to toe and later replacing your hands with your lips till I couldn’t take it anymore

The afternoon melted away in that quiet haven, each moment a living echo of our words. Your fingers brushed the hem of my top, slow and deliberate, as we explored the map we’d drawn in the dark. Sunlight spilled through the windows, painting your skin in gold, and I thought, This is what it means to turn words into fire. We moved with care, savoring every glance, every touch, the world outside forgotten.
As dusk settled, we lay tangled in the stillness, the Airbnb’s quiet wrapping us in its embrace. Your fingers traced lazy circles on my arm, and you whispered, “Better than the texts?” I grinned, pressing closer, my lips brushing your shoulder. “Better,” I said, “but let’s keep texting