Dear Future Children

Dear children, 
You definitely are not born yet. You are somewhere in heaven enjoying yourself as I write this. I am writing to tell you how I am trying day by day to be a good father by the time you get here. I don’t want you to make the same mistakes that I have already made or might make before you arrive. I would prefer you came to me as a father having your mother as my wife not just a baby mama, because I want you to know that though life is hard, families ought to stick it out to the end.

To my son or sons,
I want you to eventually grow up to become men as opposed to just growing up. Because REAL men stand by their families till their last breath, real men do not treat women as a sexual objects but as a revelation of beauty. My sons real men have integrity, the norms of the times not withstanding. Real men are faithful to one woman. Real men put food on the table and when they can’t for one reason or the other, they make sure they are a source of strength to the women who do.

To my Daughter or Daughters,
The times here are getting tougher for girls, but yet hope reigns in the horizon. I pray when you get here that no man or boy puts his hands on you. That you are not a victim to the sexual perversion of some half baked idiot. I want you to grow up to be an independent woman, a woman whose interest in marriage is not to supplement her income but to complement her personality. That being said be weary of the sweet talkers, but run after the man with actions to boot. My daughter I pray that you will find fulfilment in life and one day when you are ready you will have children of your own.

I have a lot more to tell you before you get here, but in the mean time keep having fun with your friends and Jesus. Don’t forget to get as many talents as you can before you come here because you will need them.

Your Future father,
UgoTalksAlot

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Imagine A World

Imagine a world where people actually cared.
A world where your phone rang because someone missed your company not just your pocket.
A world where your personality and not your financial resources determined your social status.
A world where a hug wasn’t followed up by a Favour.

Imagine a world where politics took the back seat and sound logic was allowed to reign.
A world where people didn’t have to die so that someone could make more money. 
A world where those who fought for what was right in public did so in private.

Imagine a world where people were not casualties of wars they did not start nor ask for. 
A world where differences where settled with words, not fists and bullets.

Imagine a world where a child didn’t have to pick between his father and mother.
A world where children were not caught in family conflicts they could not understand.
A world where Daddy wasn’t a cheat and mummy wasn’t going through a nervous breakdown.

Imagine a world where no one worked because of money but passion and calling.
A world where school certificates meant more than a qualification for a job interview.
A world where career success wasn’t because of who you knew, but what you could do.

We weren’t born in such a world.
But it doesn’t stop us from trying to create one before we die.

Dear Future Wife

I cannot guarantee smooth sailing all through our marriage, but I guarantee that I will love you with every single cell in my body.
I am one of those guys who still see marriage the traditional way. Just me, loving you  till we grow old and die. 
I don’t care whether you have or would have competed in any beauty pageant, to me you are the most beautiful woman in the world, face, shape and all.
An embodiment of grace and jaw dropping beauty, that’s what you are.

I honestly would care less about what tribe or social status you are from, all I want is your character, beauty and intellect. 
You ask if I want kids. Of course I do, little critters that we call our own, that we will love and train and watch them grow up.

Dear future wife, I will not promise you breakfast in bed everyday of our lives, but I promise to do my best to make your life a bed of roses everyday. 
I will promise never to cheat on you or betray you.
I promise never to lift a hand at you or even raise my voice.
I promise to be the listening husband and not just the rambler.

I know these are mere words of the page of a blog, but when you meet me, judge for yourself where my heart is at.
I look forward to meeting you one day,

Your Future Husband,
UgoTalksAlot.