The most beautifulest thing


So... In my previous post I was saying FTW and to be honest that's how I felt all day. Between then and now I tried to numb the pain by going for a few drinks. Tried offloading the weight by telling 'my best friend L' about how I feel and why I was feeling that way but nothing worked.

So I walk into the house, maid opens the door and then this little thing about a fifth of my height screams 'Papa!! Surprise!!!' And then she dips her body and springs into my arms for a warm embrace and a lovely kiss.

'Papa you have come backed?', this little lovely creature asks. 'Yes baby I am back.' I reply. 'Wow I missed you.' She says afterwards.

The above conversation made me feel so alive and full of purpose. My daughter always reminds me why I have to keep on pushing, why I have to be my best... Why I have to see things through and basically why I hope out of bed and go out to work.

I remember the day she was born, 19th April, 2009 at 09:20 hours... It was a sunday. Manchester United played a semi final league cup game that day but I missed it because I was holding my daughter, the best thing to ever happen to me, the best result of anything I have ever done.

I had always wished to have a daughter because I wanted to name her after my late mother Chisekwa. God answered my prayer by giving me a bright pretty and warm hearted, funny and loud daughter, just like the lady she was named after. If I could cry I would be shedding tears right now because everytime I hold my daughter I remember my mother, the person who gave her all for me. I love you mum.

Back to chissy... My little girl talks. She yaps... And yaps. That's why I got her parrots (one died) I hope she teaches the lil damn thing to talk. But Chissy is non stop yap yappering. I can go on and on about her. But I just wanted to say she is the most meaningful, sensible, awesome and beautifulest thing on earth to me.

I thank God for giving me back my mother in the form or Chissy, my daughter

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