Last letter from my late mom

Please tell my own; traviz
Please tell my son that I loved him;

Please tell him mummy put everything into herself so that what came out of her would be everything
Tell him he is everything I worked for..
Tell him he is the senseless questions that finally made sense..
Tell him he is the answer to my sincere prayers.

Please tell him to breathe
Please tell him to breathe, exhale.
Tell him to breathe, breathe in and out until he becomes united with the air; until he hears the tone and rhythm in the wind and blends with the breeze..
Tell him to learn to breathe, learn to breath in especially more times than out; breathe in and store in for days when air cannot be found; those days when he would gasp for air in a bid to hold on.

Please tell him to beware about life and this world
Tell him that life will not be comfortable with him but life will recognize him when he walks because he will surely command it..
Tell her the world will care about her edges but will never care when she is on the edges; he should not expect that life would care for him, if he doesn't take care of himself first..
Tell him that expectations and living up to expectations have ruined and even killed many thus he should know his speed and program her drive to fit her own perfect speed limit; the only expectation I have of him is that he lives..
Tell him the expectations of the righteous shall not be cut off but they are not his to be fulfilled.. proverbs 23:18
Tell him he is nobody’s destiny.

Tell him to discover and know himself
Tell him to know herself beyond being his race and skin colour; being black is a race but being a whole person is a lone walk that does not neccessarily require opinions.

Tell him to learn to value his silence
Tell him to value his silence, but also love the sound of her voice..
Tell him to know when his voice should resonate in a room; thus silencing everyone and when everyone’s voice should resonate in# header a room; thus silencing him alone..
Tell her growth is silent and wisdom has it’s own recognized voice..
Tell him that he became underprivileged the very second he came out of my womb complete as a male, with a black and a voice.

Finally please tell him;
Tell him that he was made made and shaped by God in nine months but I carried him for nine months..
Tell him that I love him..
Tell him I bless him.
With love from mummy
December 31st 1997