My First Born
Conceiving my first baby was so delicate. I didn’t work, just stayed in our rented room. Music from our tiny radio was one of my leisures. Reading comics too consumed my idle times. Zuma was one of the character I was fond of reading.
During my conception, picture of the Virgin Mary was always in front of me believing that my child would have a beautiful face and not that of zuma.
Time of birthing, the first question I asked the nurse who was assisting me was, How was my child? Was it a girl or a boy and what about the body feature, was it normal?
How joyful I was upon learning that I had a beautiful baby girl. Thanks to Mama Mary.