My happiest memory


When she let out her first cry I was relieved.
The wait was finally over.
Her fingers were so small.
She struggled to open her eyes and she had a father’s eyes
Not forgetting my ears ‘hombe dzakatiza musoro‘.

As I watched her, tears wet my cheeks.
When I held her for the first time I was happy.
She was my daughter
She was the fruit of my womb.
I vowed to love and protect her and up to today, I have been living to my promise.

Published by tcndangana

The girl with an overactive imagination

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