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I decided to call this the year of abundant peace, prosperity and love.
I tried to look back at the times when these three principals were so real and prevalent in my life. Like the time when peace was birthed into my family and it made life all the worth living all over again.
Life is about favourable or unfavourable change. My baby cousin was only but a foetus when my aunt announced to the Ndlovu family that she was pregnant for the third time. Little did we know she was carrying baby “reconciliation” in her womb.
My mom is an older sibling to my aunt. My mom is a Christian (so am I) and sex before marriage is a taboo in my family. However, despite the religious conflict, this baby was here to stay.
After the announcement, camps where formed and there was deep division in the family. For months we as the children within the family watched as our parents battled it out and at times raise issues we assumed had been put to bed.
Basically plenty was said and many were hurt.
The baby finally arrived and we all rallied around my aunt’s bed, all competing for a moment to see this little girl, named Nobuhle(and now we just call her Buhle), it means beautiful one. From the time that baby arrived she melted my mother’s heart of stone.
Now every Friday my mom picks her up and returns her back to my aunt on a Monday morning. There are times when she will call just to ask to speak to this little drama queen. They mumble secrets and giggle when they together, its enchanting to watch.
She is intelligent and witty and knows very well that she is loved. She tells you that you are beautiful every chance she gets. We still don’t know who taught her that. Every family member signs off any message or phone call by asking how she is. Nobuhle is the centre of attention.
The miracle baby arrived in our family and we love her. At times babies will arrive to be the source of rekindling the lost love between broken couples who needed to realise again just how compatible they are.
Or a family were people were not seeing each other, let alone speaking to each other, the baby glue comes and seals broken pieces into one beautiful collage again. I love the miracles of babies because they bring out the best of the situation. I am yet to be a parent it terrifies me and yet it excites me all at once.
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I tried to look back at the times when these three principals were so real and prevalent in my life. Like the time when peace was birthed into my family and it made life all the worth living all over again.
Life is about favourable or unfavourable change. My baby cousin was only but a foetus when my aunt announced to the Ndlovu family that she was pregnant for the third time. Little did we know she was carrying baby “reconciliation” in her womb.
My mom is an older sibling to my aunt. My mom is a Christian (so am I) and sex before marriage is a taboo in my family. However, despite the religious conflict, this baby was here to stay.
After the announcement, camps where formed and there was deep division in the family. For months we as the children within the family watched as our parents battled it out and at times raise issues we assumed had been put to bed.
Basically plenty was said and many were hurt.
The baby finally arrived and we all rallied around my aunt’s bed, all competing for a moment to see this little girl, named Nobuhle(and now we just call her Buhle), it means beautiful one. From the time that baby arrived she melted my mother’s heart of stone.
Now every Friday my mom picks her up and returns her back to my aunt on a Monday morning. There are times when she will call just to ask to speak to this little drama queen. They mumble secrets and giggle when they together, its enchanting to watch.
She is intelligent and witty and knows very well that she is loved. She tells you that you are beautiful every chance she gets. We still don’t know who taught her that. Every family member signs off any message or phone call by asking how she is. Nobuhle is the centre of attention.
The miracle baby arrived in our family and we love her. At times babies will arrive to be the source of rekindling the lost love between broken couples who needed to realise again just how compatible they are.
Or a family were people were not seeing each other, let alone speaking to each other, the baby glue comes and seals broken pieces into one beautiful collage again. I love the miracles of babies because they bring out the best of the situation. I am yet to be a parent it terrifies me and yet it excites me all at once.
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