08/03/1988
Dear diary, I am very happy today because I think I am
pregnant. What I am about to tell you is really amazing and I know you’ll doubt
but remember, the God I serve is such a miracle working God. Last night after
my evening devotion, I asked Kwesi to give me a massage and he told me he was
too tired to do that and he slept off. As I lay on the bed reflecting on the
devotion I had earlier on, I saw something which wasn’t a dream, trust me, I
think it was a vision I had. I saw a bridal train marching up towards me with
such pretty smiles on their faces. When they got closer to our bed, a little
flower girl climbed on the bed and sat on me and all I saw again was that, the
bridal train had turned their backs and the little girl looked happy as she
waved them goodbye. I immediately woke up Kwesi when I came back to my senses
and told him what I had seen but he thought it was a nightmare. Diary, I can
swear what I saw was real. I couldn’t sleep last night; I kept worshipping God
and praising Him all night for what I had seen. I have this strong faith that I
am pregnant with a baby girl and this girl I’m carrying in my womb is for signs
and wonders. I know that she will live to fulfil the purpose for which God sent
her to do.
My in-law, Kwesi’s mom was here today. I don’t know what
this woman is up to. The first place she entered immediately she got here was
the kitchen. Auntie Naomi just entered my kitchen and opened the saucepan on
the stove to see what I had made for her son. I came back from my bedroom only
to see my in-law dishing out the food I had prepared for my husband to eat. When
I humbly asked her why she did that, this old woman had the guts to ask who
gave me the money to cook. She made me know today that anything that belongs to
her son in this house belongs to her. Ahhh, Auntie Naomi paa is something else
o. You know, I promised myself never to have sex till I got married and so I seldom
visited Kwesi in his house when we were courting. We used to hang out a lot in
open places and in my house when my siblings were around. He didn’t even like
the idea of me coming to visit because he thought it was embarrassing on his
side. I would have gotten to know this in-law of mine better if I had gone to
his house often when we were courting. No wonder Kwesi doesn’t like his mom, he
never speaks well of her. I now understand.
Diary, do you think I should tell Kwesi about what his
mother came to do here? Because I’m thinking my husband will get angry and say
hurtful things to his mother and that will mean I am causing issues between a
mother and her child. I don’t want these kinds of issues in my marriage; I want
to have peace in my home.
Ps: I plan on going to the hospital tomorrow to check if I
am pregnant. Fingers crossed!
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