CLICK HERE FOR YOUR GIFT…love and Christmas
It was windy that faithful night, the moon was nowhere in the sky, and so were the stars. I had on my nightie or my pajamas, it was the long see-through type with some kind of robe attached to it. I thought I heard someone knock on the door. I lived in an area where most middle-aged women who are also secretaries lived, I’m not lying, and it is true. The house is a single room apartment and so was every building in the estate. I made my way to the door grabbing both sides of the robe with my hands and pulling it closer to my chest to keep me warm.
“Who is it?” I screamed, there was no reply. I then peeped through the peephole to see if someone was out there, but there was no one. So I turned away making my way back to the bedroom. After I took some couple of steps I thought I heard a cry of a baby, coming from the outside of my house. What is wrong with this world, Is what I said to myself? I quickly opened my door without hesitation, and there he lay in the box covered in a white cloth. I looked left and right just I case I might spot the owner of the baby.
Okay so this is strange, I have watched movies and have also heard a couple of stories from my friends about such stories but I thought it was some sort of a fairytale. I wouldn’t describe this situation as a lucky one, but it is for me. For a thirty-two-year-old dark skinned lady who unfortunately fits into the stereotype of a secretary who is probably dating someone’s husband, it is sort of a lucky situation. Who would have thought someone would trust me with a baby.
I pick him up with the box and brought him into my house, I checked around him to see if I would find a not or something because I would have done that. There it was a note, I KNOW WHAT I HAVE DONE IS WRONG BUT PLEASE TREAT HIM WELL IF YOU CAN. MAYBE THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR. Signed the teenage mother, and dated on the 20th of December 1993.
At the police station.
“Madam, so what you are saying is you found it on your porch late in the night?”
“And you want us to keep it here”
“Well as you can see, the social service worker is on leave and we can’t handle a baby here, so I assure you keep the baby when the social service lady resumes I will let her takeover”
The captain of the precinct was nice and convincing so I decided to leave the police station, and go to the social service office proper. But it was late and I had to go one some errands so I decided to go the next day. I was on my way to the social service office when bumped in this handsome-looking man who was apparently going my direction. We spoke for a while at the bus stop and on the bus but we had to go our separate ways.
At the social service office.
“Please madam he will be with you shortly,” said the secretary
I waited for a while and eventually was called into the office. I stated my case and the lady was willing to take over the responsibility that I thought I couldn’t bear.
“Where is the baby?” she asked
“I will bring her tomorrow,” I said.
As I was leaving the office, I met this handsome guy again. He looked a bit older than I did, still cute. He also had dark skin and was dressed quite smart.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m looking to adopt,” he said.
“Aww! It must be hard for your wife?” I said,
“I don’t know why you said that but I’m not married, and as you can see I’m a perfect fit of the not ready to settle stereotype match. I thought having a baby will change the minds of those I date” he said.
“What about you?” he continued
“well the opposite, I found a baby on my porch, as part of doing the right thing, and also no quite the suitable candidate for that job decided to bring him to the care of the social service,” I answered.
“You say you are not fit for the role, but do you think the system will be the right place for him?” he asked.
It was quite a thought, we talked for a long while on babies’ politics and other trivial stuff.
“See you tomorrow,” he said as he got into the bus. Mine was running late, so he had to leave. In-between our chats we fixed a date and his name was John, John Dadzie. We met the following day at a restaurant, and because of that, I canceled my appointment with the social service personnel. This had gone on for some days. I thought he was I nice guy and I took a liking to him, but I want sure the feeling was mutual. So, on the 25th of December, I decided to give the kid to the social service madam. I had really bonded with the baby and giving him up was quite difficult, but I think it is the right thing to do.
At the social service office.
I was about to enter the room when I heard, his voice from afar screaming “wait”
He runs towards me and finally knelt right in front of me with an old looking ring in his hand.
“I know we just me for like two day and I tried calling you but I couldn’t reach you, and I didn’t want this to end so for the past two days I have been waiting around this area to do this,” in short breath he said, “will you marry me?”
“Yes I will, but I came with a package” raising the baby as a gesture of showing him the package.
“No problem,” he said.
It is a year now, married with our second born on the way, your gift may be fantastic, but mine was sent from heaven. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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