I just cannot get enough of my bambino. Every time I see his face, and hear his laughter…I still pinch myself in disbelief that this little soul belongs to me. His voice makes me forget all of the world and focus on him. My baby. My little monkey…
I think back on days when I would feel him kick inside of me. Hahaha…what a strange experience! I remember one day,.I was on a taxi home from work, hungry as hell. I bought a packet of bananas from the fruit lady. Not even a minute went past, then this little alien inside of me started dancing and kicking..I was convinced he could taste my food. I still am. I’d have umphokoqo, and within seconds the little monkey would start kickingand jerking inside my belly. Lmao!!!
The day he was born was both a nightmare, and a dream come to life. A nightmare cos it was freaking painful…not even I could describe it. The contractions were on some other level. Anaesthetics would only do so much. My body was just doing its own physiological shit…and all I could do was just to let it happen. I heard his cry, and dear God, tears came welling on my eyes. It was such an incredible experience. A dream come true, cos I could finally get to meet this little person that had been hibernating inside of me for months. His beautiful little face…his little cry (he almost sounded like a little puppy). From the day he first smiled at me, and cried at my dad’s frightening deep voice…to the sleepless nights of colic, to calm warm baths, I watched my little man come into his own. Now, we fight about all kinds of things…from him grabbing the spoon and wanting to feed himself, to grabbing the puppies by their ears and trying to figure out “what the hell are these things”. Or the pulling of cables and trying to figure out where all the people inside the tv come from.
When they say a child brings light and joy to the soul…its all true. Today, my heart melts at the sound of my child saying “mama”…at the sight of his beeming bright face. His smile. His laughter…and OH MY GOD, his naughtiness. I listen to him laugh, and I hear my own voice from his. I look at him smile, nd I see bits of my mom in him. My mom sees my dad in him. His father sees me in him, I see him in him.
I had always imagined having some bambinos of my own…even had names thought out and shit…but this has surpassed all of the things I had imagined. My child is incredible (ofcourse every proud mother feels that way)…and I could not have asked for a gift much greater than my little monkey.
I dnt even know what more to say…my heart is just melting with love. A love even I cannot describe.
To Hlumelo…my little monkey. MWA!!!
I’m not much of a soccer fan…if at all, but I must admit some of the games lately have caught my eye. This past weekend, I found myself glued to the screen watching Ghana, as they went up against Germany. Today, I was besides myself with excitement, as Nigeria took on the Messi-Argentinians.
I wonder…how come no African team has ever won the world cup? Unless I’m misinformed, it just seems like we never make it as far as the quarter or the semi-finals. I’m not even gonna get started on Bafana-Bafana…YAWN!
Anyhow, I just wanna take this moment to express my support for the “African Brodas”. Forget #BRINGBACKOURGIRLS… #BRINGBACKTHECUP!!!
“Love is but a beautiful war”…I made up that quote, but its quite true. I’ve just come from a long weekend spent with my boyfriend, this after we had just had one of our “I hate u” fights. We live in two different cities, and have been dating for three years. So every now and then, when over a month passes without being together…the internal rage and frustration of being in a long-distance relationship takes its course.
But while I was lying in his arms, after a night of drunken passion, I realized that we must really be out of our minds in love with each other to be able to have survived so much torture of being away from the person you love. As much as we have our fights…to the point where we both seriously feel like letting go and just living through the agony of heartbreak…we somehow manage to anchor ourselves, and opt for the highway instead. I guess the fact that we are each other’s best friend has quite a lot to do with the fact that we can’t stay mad at eachother for long…OH, TRUST ME I’VE TRIED!
I’d swear to myself that I wouldn’t talk to him no matter how much I dreaded it. a day would be too long…already I’m besides myself with insanity,.missing him, and wanting to share something funny I’d just seen or some random thoughts. To the point where, even if I’m still mad at him, the sound or his voice is like an anesthetic to my pain. The one thing that we truly value is our love for one another, our friendship, and the future that we both want and dream about…for us, and for our son.
So, yes…this thing called love is not a walk in the park. I’ve only been with my man for three years, I can’t imagine twenty years from now…but I do see us there.