Happy Birthday Kuna, You Were Never The Son Of The Zimbabwean Fool

Oh my Kuna, today is your day baby boy, twelve, what a milestone! Your big sister has spent all week planning your birthday, she always says, “I feel sorry for Kuna because he was treated so bad by that man.” When you were born, your sister was old enough to see the abuse you suffered in the hands of the Zimbabwean fool who was supposed to be your father.

So today she made you beautiful cakes to celebrate this milestone…

When you were born, you were so beautiful to behold my son, like an angel, your glory blinded the Zimbabwean fool.

He said you were too light skinned, like a mixed race child. He said if he didn’t know better he would have gone for a DNA test. He said you had no resemblance or likeness to him whatsoever, which is quite true I have to say. There is not a single thing in your appearance that links you to the fool. So deep down he hated you my son, he had no bond with you, as you grew he would beat you up so bad, for even the silliest thing. He pinched your ears all the time, my heart bled for you, and I tried my very best to protect you from him…and from that time you became a Mummy’s boy…

When I split up with the fool, you refused to see him. You were only 5, but you cried each time you were forced to go and see him…your spirit always rejected him as your father….

So even when he made us homeless by making your home repossessed, even as you celebrated your 5th birthday in the Women’s refuge, Mummy made it special, I had to…I made this performance just for you, and you were so happy, the King lives in you…

But it was not only the fool who hated you, it was them, all of them from the Kingdom of Darkness, the pagan land. They sensed your light even when you were in my womb…

So I concieved and I called my “mother” in Zimbabwe and told her that I was with child…

“Why, a third pregnancy already. This is a disaster, why give birth like an uneducated woman, as if you are not a nurse?” Was her response at the news of your pregnancy. And this woman was supposed to be your grandmother…

Then it was my so called half-sister Linda, she actually came into my house to torment me as I carried you, and she said, “If Jean is not careful she will birth a dead child.”

But the people at the Baptist church I was attending sensed danger, they never knew the demons I was fighting as I carried you, oh my anointed son. So the whole church would pray…

“Pray for Jean” Pastor Billy, the white Irish Pastor would tell the parishners.”Pray that the baby is delivered well”.

So for weeks every Sunday, the whole little congregation of middle class English people prayed for your arrival.

This angered the Zimbabwean fool. And he said to me, “Why is Pastor Billy making it out like you are the first person in his church to fall pregnant. Why is he making everyone pray for you? If he is not careful the other church members will start to feel jealous.”

But I knew deep down, that I was carrying a special child…

When you were born, the umbilical cord was tied into a very tight knot, “You lucky boy,” The midwife who delivered you said as she held the ambilical cord in unbelief, “Look at this, you are such a lucky boy!” She said again as I held you for the first time.

Kunashe…I called you. Meaning my heart says yes to the Lord, you are where the Lord is, you are KUNASHE my Son…

When your so called grandmother came to see you, the fool’s mother that is, all she could say was, “These are the children who gets aborted in the UK. He is lucky he made it, he was supposed to be in the bin.”

Her daughter, Patience said, “Oh the child is too big though, what a big head.” That’s all she could say as she saw you for the first time.

And you grew into a handsome little prince, always wanting your Mummy to even cook you porridge.

You would refuse anything the Zimbabwean fool gave you, “I want Mummy’s food” you always used to say. You refused to go to nursery, saying “I want to stay home with Mummy.”

Oh Kunashe…

When you were only 4 years old, the Zimbabwean fool was shouting at me, you saw it, and he was pushing me on the floor and he said I was lazy and I had no job and I would end up a lonely sad woman, I sat there weeping…

“Stop it!” you said to the fool, “Mummy has a job, she looks after me and cooks for me. That’s her job.”

You were only 4 years old, but you stood up for me, when not one person in the world did.

The Zimbabwean fool would go to the Skelmersadale refuse tip and pick up clothes from the recycling bins, where white people throw away their old clothes, and bring them home for you to wear. His mother would buy smelling clothes from charity shops and bring them for you to wear. I remember one coat which was brought home by the fool, it smelt so bad but he put it on you…

“God this is not my son’s portion” I prayed silently…

So God sent me a Ghanaian Prince, who fell in love with your charm, and he said, “This is my boy, so GUY GUY, will start to dress him GUY GUY”. Its a slang in Ghana which means this boy suits money and feels himself. So my Boaz enjoyed dressing you up and teaching you how to pose for pictures… and no, the clothes were not from the recycling tip, they were not from the charity shop either, they were all brand new…

Yeah, you now have a real Daddy who shows you off and brings out the SWAG in you, that guy guy…

Now today, you are clothed in embroidered Burberry, your favorite brand…

Your portion was never to wear bin clothes like the Zimbabwean fool intended, your portion is to wear a $300 Burrberry T-shirt. If anything the fool is the one wearing bin clothes judging by the pictures his wife sent me recently…

Oh my Kunashe…you are testimony to this world…your gift is wisdom. You are ever so deep, always reading and learning…you read my blogs in secret and you give yourself away and I catch you, you really are the biggest fan of my work…and I know you will read this…in your own time…

Thank you for making me your Queen.
Thank you for believing in me, you told me that BBE Awards would happen…and it did.
Thank you for sharing all my joys.

Happy 12th Birthday my Son, you really are your mother’s son…

You were never the son of the Zimbabwean fool…you now belong to the House Of Offeh, were all the generations see your glory and the Prince that you are…we are going to Eldorado together my baby boy…

The Genesis Of The Revelation By

Mary-Tamar was Jean

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