Sunday, March 21, 2010


She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman and as I gazed at her from behind the thick glass that separated us, I could feel it in the very fabric of my existence that my life finally had a meaning.

She weighed in at 6 pounds 2 ounces at least that was what was inscribed on the paper fastened to her cot in the nursery and though I was yet to put a finger on who she took after with her great looks, I was certain her smile and dimples mimicked that of her mother.

“Mr. Page, you may see your baby now” hissed a very young looking nurse. God! Those were the words I was dying to hear all day.

I was not there 2000 years ago when baby Jesus was born but I could bet you my baby was prettier. There she lay peacefully wrapped up in white cotton and if I had never known love in all my lifetime prior to this moment, the four letter word just found me.

With her bald head and toothless smile, she was the cutest thing on earth. I leaned closer to my new born baby and that is when it dawned on me.

At 24 and barely 2 years out of college I was a father. All I had was an old jalopy probably valued at GH¢2,500.00, a very old Dell personal computer, a salary worth not talking about and a savings account that only read three figures.

Yeah! I was one broke brother but I was a broke brother rich with a bundle of love. Though I had nothing, I knew my little one would have it all. I was going to be the world’s greatest father.

I was going to be there when she said her first word, “Mama or Papa” it really didn’t matter as long as I was there. I was going to be there when she took her first step, “one, two or three steps” it really didn’t matter as long as I caught her when she fell.

I was going to be the first man she will ever kiss, on the lips or on the cheeks; it really didn’t matter as long as I kissed her first. I was going to drop her off and pick her up from school, in my old jalopy or in Range Rover; it really didn’t matter as long as she received the best education.

When she cried and came home because she had hit 16 and had some punk hand her her first broken heart, it was my shoulder she will cry on and I will tell her “You see that flower in the garden, love is like that flower and like all plants you must first find a suitable soil before you surrender your seedlings into it. Like all flowers love needs to be nurtured, love needs to be tendered and love must be given the opportunity to grow. When all these factors are met, then you will see that tiny bud blossom into that beautiful rose you see right there”.

My little one was going to be smart, she was going to be loved, she was going to be the best thing to Grace the shores of Ghana and I was going to be the proud father.

As I grabbed my beautiful baby I was suddenly overcome by intense guilt. That was when the strangest thing in the world occurred. The clean white cotton that draped my baby girl began to get soaked with blood. The dimples that covered her face had vanished; there were no eye balls in her eye sockets. In fact, there was no face at all. My cute little girl had become a mass of blood clots. Was I hallucinating or was this real.

Suddenly I could hear no sound, everything around me was appearing to be double or triple in shape. I slumped to the ground and as I gaze at the green colored ceiling of the nursery, the green began to fuse into the white ceiling of my bedroom.

I flipped open my eyes and realized it was all a dream.


  1. Whoa! That was gripping and compelling! I was hanging on to EVERY WORD. I enjoyed this post, and your writing. I'm sad it was just a dream, and hopefully one day it will come true. You have a new fan!

  2. Thanks Viv am glad you enjoyed it, hopefully someday I will be a better writer like yourself. Thanks for following

  3. What a powerful write-up. That ending freaked me out but I guess that is the way of dreams. Have a nice week.

  4. Thank You Myne, the end also freaked me out its made me quite out of it this week.

  5. that was exiciting but ur baby cant be prettier than Jesus lol! was indeed touching i hope all become a reality. Big Paapa