Science states that the female fetus is born
with all the eggs she will ever have in her entire lifetime
Therefore my mother created me as her mother nurtured her in the womb
I ask, how can the world not be in awe of the Woman’s design?
Better yet, how can I question the existence of God when my own existence and becoming is as detailed as a symphony of generations, with the notes of my existence echoing through time?
So this is an ode to my future daughter
Whose seed has been brewing in mine since I brewed in my Mother’s
Who felt the energy of her grandmother’s love when she whispered my name in my ears, naming me after the woman who I never got the honor to meet, but I know her love was of the purest energy because of the love my Mother has given me
They say your face is the result of hundreds of people who fell in love
So when I gaze upon my own reflection
I am reminded of how my Father’s heartfelt prayers wove the threads of my mother’s heart
I am reminded of how my grandmother, like Juliet, stood beside my grandfather defying her father’s disapproval, a silent testament to love’s enduring artistry
And although I haven’t read your father and I’s story yet,
I know it’s going to be my favorite chapter
So, my dear, do not let the mirror or the media tell you what love is,
when your mere existence is a testament that love not only exists but will echo your essence through the tapestry of time
Perpetual Kahindo is a third-year Political Science major. PK973548@wcupa.edu