Letter to my unborn - Victor Eshameh

Hey Babs,
I guess this is my second time of writing to you about the same concern.
I’m so sorry to bother you.
You’re not here yet, but I’ve loaded you up with the stress of the world already.
It is not my intention to be this creative about writing you all.

Sometimes, my world is so empty and I wish I have you all to fill it.
And sometimes the joy of what you might look like unknown to me is just too amazing that it blows my mind.
This is the reason I’ve been looking out for the right woman for me; and the perfect mother for you all.

All it seem is a fruitless journey taking me nowhere.
You know daddy is not perfect.
You must have observed that a whole lot.
Especially, when I do those things I can’t mention here, because I fear the postman might take a peep on this note.
Please don’t judge me.
I promise to keep you all in good shape until it is time to come forth.

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I have carried you guys all in me for several years, I need a woman who will make your nine months within her cradle spicy.
So, please help me out guys. Cos I’ve tried so hard to mingle yet I return single.
An introvert like me does need the right woman who can spark up my life, not one who will put out the flames in me.
Or what do you think?

If I ever come across the right woman, would you do me a favor of letting me know you are pleased with her. Prickle my balls a little, tickle my heart afresh and sprinkle some sweat on my skin to make me glossy and flossy.

I hope not to bother you on this anymore. See you soon 😘 and 🤗

Your Dad.

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