Love Letter to my Lil Angel before birth

A Love Letter To Ryan

I write this letter to my unborn child from the depth of my soul. You've entered my womb and made my life complete and whole. I never thought I would be chosen for such an awesome task yet again. It is a greater blessing than what I ever could ask.I can almost imagine you in my mind fine-looking, gorgeous, blissful, active, flashing a smile like mine. It does wonders for the enjoyment of this soon-to-be-mother! You're my baby, my child, my heart, and my wonder. I pray we create a bond that no one can destroy, I pray you get along so fine with your big brother and be the best of friends.

I can hardly wait for you to enter the world and see the joy you bring. Sweet baby of mine, you're a outstanding gift from above. Living proof of how your father and I have shared our love. I hope you have your fathers' eyes (not too small though), I hope you take over my skills and brilliant mind (not bragging) with that you will be able to face all things in life as a strong man. I hope you receive from your father his looks (lol). I hope you learn from me how to love whole heartedly, to love people but most importantly to love God, hope you learn to depend on Him and to be led by the Holy Spirit. Have my big heart; know what emotions are and how to be real. Share your fathers' strength so you can handle what you feel.

I'm emotional so I tell you its okay to cry once in a while like your Mommy but learn to develop what your father has; an excellent sense of calm but most of all the things I wish for your father and I to teach you to love, respect, and to care.

These are my feelings, wishes and hopes for you. I welcome you to the world and thank you for the joy my little king.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size, But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.
I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see.
I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud.
I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand,
The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman,
That's me. Maya Angelou!!!

Dear Uyafhindula & Ryan-Ompha

Dear Uyafhindula & Ryan-Ompha
Happiness does not begin 2 describe my joy, I am happy because u r all I have ever wanted, I have waited my whole life for u guys, my life finally seems worthwhile, Love does not come close to how I feel for you, I will never leave your side, I will always stand up for you. All that you want or ever desire,I will do my best to get for you. No one will ever take your place in my life,no one could ever be more important than you. I love you so much it hurts!!!!!!!!!!!! I dont know what I did to deserve you guys! Mercy MercyMercy Mercy Mercy The Lord's mercy

Love u lil man
My lil Angel

Life Life Life

Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you.


It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.

But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about

Breast Ironing in Cameroon

Every morning before school, nine-year-old Terisia Techu would undergo a painful procedure. Her mother would take a burning hot pestle straight out of a fire and use it to press her breasts.
With tears in her eyes as she recalls what it was like, Terisia tells CNN that one day the pestle was so hot, it burned her, leaving a mark. Now 18, she is still traumatized.

Her mother, Grace, denies the incident. But she proudly demonstrates the method she used on her daughter for several weeks, saying the goal was to make her less desirable to boys -- and stave off pregnancy.

A study found that one in four girls in Cameroon have been affected by the practice. Click HERE to watch

The U.S. State Department, in its 2010 human rights report on Cameroon, cited news reports and said breast ironing "victimized numerous girls in the country" and in some cases "resulted in burns, deformities, and psychological problems."

There are more than 200 ethnic groups in Cameroon with different norms and customs. Breast ironing is practiced by all of them.

Some mothers use hot stones or coconut shells to flatten their daughters' breasts.

Doctors believe improved diets have resulted in young Cameroonian girls going through puberty early. Many of them are also becoming pregnant early.

Terisia became pregnant at 15. Her child died at birth.

She told CNN that breast ironing doesn't work. She hates the practice and wishes her mother had instead talked to her about sex and preventing pregnancy.

Grace Techu argues that if it weren't for the breast ironing, Terisia would have become pregnant at an even younger age.

Techu has four daughters, and she used the procedure on the first two. The third avoided it because her breasts are growing at an acceptable rate, Techu says, and the fourth girl is still too young.

Mothers who want their children to finish school before becoming parents have resorted to this drastic measure, and many see nothing wrong with it.

In 2006, a German nongovernmental organization exposed the practice, which at the time was done mainly in secret.

Now, charities have embarked on campaigns to educate mothers in Cameroon that sex education -- not breast ironing -- is the solution to ending teenage pregnancy.

Dr Sinou Tchana, a gynecologist in Cameroon, has seen breast glands that were destroyed. She also saw one case of cancer, though she says it couldn't be established whether the ironing caused or only exacerbated the cancer.

"One mother came with secondary burns because the stone she was using to do this breast ironing burned her," Tchana says.

One of Tchana's patients is a 23-year-old whose scars are still painful 14 years after her breasts were ironed. She has joined the effort to confront mothers about the effects of their actions.

The challenge for all those trying to stop the practice is reaching parents like Techu in villages before a ritual that they say is motivated by love shatters more lives