I had my second child when I was still a teenager, If you read my story “Diamond In The Rough”, you will have read that I had gotten pregnant young, after having the baby, my parents told me to leave their house, I had to find a way to survive on my own for the first time, a child with a child, but I did. The details of How I did this is too much for me to recount in this story so I will leave it for another time, but it was not as bad because I found a room and people helped watch my baby while I finished school and worked at the same time. I met this man and in a whirlwind he took my baby and I as his, and took care of us. He was in his early twenties but he was a hustler and was making money so he got us an apartment and my life changed, immediately I got pregnant again, but I was fine because he was happy this being his first child. He was the pride and joy of his mother, and so the baby in my belly, was a joyful news to them. I was loved and cherished, they all loved me. Because he hustled, he got caught up with the police and went to prison while I was pregnant, but the time he got was short and the support of his family comforted me. I wanted for nothing, well except him at the time but he called every day and I visited him every week. I delivered my beautiful son on my own. His family would have been there with me, but by the time I went into labor it would have been too late for them to get to the hospital as they lived in another state, not too far from New York, but nevertheless.
Giovanni was as handsome as his father, he had my light complexion, but his looks was a cross between his father and myself. My little baby daughter was happy that she had a new baby brother. Growing up my son was a real little boy he was independent strong and just a delight to be around. He was mischievous, he would throw all his toys out at whoever stepped into his room, and there was a time when he went through a phase as the shoe bandit, He would take our shoes and throw it through the window, at least he would take One foot of all our shoes and throw them away. We all thought it was cute, but now I wonder. There was one time when he was about three years old and he had done something wrong and I had slapped him, in the night he stood by the kicthen door fuming and he refused to go to sleep, he had something behind his back,I looked to see what it was, It a small frying pan (he is Oguns child), in his hand. I asked what was he going to do with it, he said beat us all when we sleeping. I never forgot that. I had no problem with any of my children while they grew up, none what so ever. Our neighborhood was good, but as we know school can be a strong influence. Gio had gone through his high school years of not getting into trouble in or outside of the house. He did not smoke or drink like many of his friends, he couldn’t!, not with a mother like me. By this time I was a single mom. Now a days Gio has started acting up, wanting to back talk , going out late at nights and coming in whenever he feels like it, something he never did before, and something that does not sit well with me, he would try to argue back with me with his new found masculine voice, which shocked me. He has many girlfriends, and he seems to be craving for more…lololol…when I complained to my sister and others, they say that first, I ought to thank God that he is straight, and that he is very handsome so what do I expect. My sister who is a nurse gave me almost a garbage bag full of condoms and I asked him if he knows how to use them, his response was to run out of the house and say, “mom this is not a conversation that I should be having with you!”, but I notice that they (the condoms), have been dwindling down. My problem with my son is that he blames me for everything, and I Obara Meji am trying to figure out why?, I have always been there, I live a good clean life, my children has never wanted for anything, and I give them a lot of love. I believe that it is important to tell your children that you love them often, and I did and still do that so what the &*^%!!
I Was told in Africa that all my children has to be initiated, and especially him because the spirit was bothering his head. I know what that means, but how do I get a young hot handsome beyond belief young man who has a flock of girls and is tattooed up, slim but with defined muscles, who dresses fresh every day that he has to become a Babalawo?. Even though I was the young good-looking, light-skinned, fresh everyday hot gal hairdresser that became a Osun Priestess!, when THEY came for me. I had to take heed!, it felt as if I was losing my mind, But then the way how my beautiful son acts it is as if he is another person, and not my son. Not the boy that I grew, the one who fed from my breast. I am sad and I Obara Meji am worried. Please pray for me. Please pray for him.
He will have long life ase! he will have good health ase!, he will change for better ase O!, he will have respect for his mother ase!, he will not let the pressures of life get to him ase!, he will find a good wife ase!, he will have good children ase! he will respect his household and his siblings ase! his head will lead him to a good place in life same as a fish uses his head to guide it through water, ase! and any enemy that rise against him shall fall ase!, he will always have victory over his enemies ase!, May he find Ifa, Ase!!!….This is my prayer for my son, please pray it also for me. ASE is pronounced ASHE! and it is a power word creating light on all your wishes ASE O!!!!!!
A good name is better than gold…..Yoruba Proverb.