To Her Little Girl 

Hey guys, 

Teebabsy here 

Today’s post was inspired by real events 


Loss in its most minute form is one of the hardest things we as individuals go through. 
No word is sufficient enough to describe the gut wrenching pain that we feel.
But as each day passes by, we get the strength & courage to go on 


Like a deranged woman, she burst into the children records room. She carried on her shoulders her two month old little girl wrapped in a white & pink shawl 

Her eyes were puffy & red, her hair tousled all over the place. 

She was a mess 

“It’s an emergency, can I see the doctor please”, she asked 

“What’s the matter?”

Then she explained her little girl had refused to eat in the wee hours of the morning & at about 8am that morning, she cried out of her sleep with blood dripping from her nose. 

The hospital card was hurriedly given to her & then she ran out of the room heading to the doctor’s room 

In about 5 minutes she was back again this time with the matron who asked that the warden look closely at the child. 

The woman then scribbled the letters “BID” on the card & gave it back to the mother 

My inquisitive nature took the best of me and I was told It meant 

“Brought in Dead” 

The loud outcry of a woman’s voice made it impossible for me to gather my thoughts together.

I needed no soothsayer to tell me who that was 

She wept and screamed for help. In a split second she was rolling all over the floor with the nurses trying to pull her up.

I just sat there and looked but I understood why she wept 

She wept because she would never hear her laugh or cry again 

She wept because she would never get to potty train or teach her table manners

She wept because she would never get to hear the first words from her little girl’s mouth 

She went because she would never throw her a first year birthday party 

She wept because she would never comb her hair before bed or pack it into cute ponytails on the way to school 

She wept because she would never hold her baby’s hand while she crossed the road

She wept because she would never talk about boys with her little girl 

She wept because she would never get to hear her daughter tell her how much she loved her 

She wept because she would never get a Mother’s Day card from her 

She wept because she would never get to teach her how to cook 

She wept because she would never get to meet her son-in-law 

She wept because she would never see her baby walk down the aisle with her Mr. Right 

She wept because she would never get to carry the babies of her own baby 

She wept because she would never get to teach her how to pray or know the way of the Lord 

She wept for the strong woman she knew she would’ve become 

She wept and wailed for the life that her baby could’ve lived 

She wept for the vacuum that would forever remain 

And in that moment I wept with her because I understood;

No mother ever wants to lose her little one 

So today, I dedicate this post to you precious little darling. 
I never knew or got to meet you but I know you were a tiny bundle of joy 

I hope you realize how much you were loved & would continually be missed by those you left behind 

Though tomorrow they’d start their day without you, know you’d be in their hearts forever and even a day more 

Continue to Rest in Peace with He who loves you so much more


With Sugary Love…


#30ShadesOfGrateful – Day 22

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn’t drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.
Now I’m lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.
My own blood’s all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.
I’m sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid,
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy’s Girl on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
That its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, “I love you, Mom!”
So I love you and good-bye.

Close Call



Last week I was down with a terrible case of food poisoning and I almost died. The doctors say that I was lucky that I was brought it when I was cos the damage was fatal and caused wounds in my stomach. Laying down on that bed with the drips pumping the drugs through my veins I thought. What would have happened if I died?

Will the soldier ants that marched to invest my room halt and give a salute?
How long will my friends cry? Will they be late for my funeral? How long will my lover stay celibate before he pounces on another woman in obedience to his loins? Will he love me in death or love another? Would my sister be quick to burn my clothes, or would she drown them in her tears?
Will my boring law lecturers become lively and funny for one day, in memory of me?

What would be written on my tomb stone? Will my little shop close down? How many people would genuinely miss me? How nice would my funeral be? Would it be epic or just a regular “one more person gone” funeral?

Then I realized that none of these questions would ever be answered. Atleast, not to my hearing.
I had a close call, but I’m still here. I have a duty to myself to make my life count. I’m not going to be a regular girl, I can’t afford to be. I’m not going to value your opinion of me so much I can’t afford to waste any more time. I won’t live to patronize anybody, my life is too precious.

Forgive me now if I smile too easily, I have to appreciate all I can. Forgive me now if I can’t be bothered with your drama, it’s really not my kind of art anymore. Forgive me now if I love too easily, my heart would stop beating eventually, why can’t I make every beat into a song?
Forgive me now if I’m a little too focused on myself, I only have a little time, I might as well get to know me.

I’m going to do me. I’m going to do right by God and by myself. I’m going to live everyday reminding myself that if I’m gonna have a great funeral, I have to have an even better life.

With Sugary Love,