LETTER TO MY DEPARTED CHILD...CURSING TREES

Pin,
Your humbled and sorrowed dad writes to you. This is the EIGHTH in the series of many more letters I intend to send you to express my affection towards you. They will make you aware how I felt the moment you opened your eyes and how life has been the very moment the Almighty allowed death to lay its icy hands on you.

Remember, if you had lived, I would never have cursed you nor rained heaps of insults on you..no, not once. I would never have said anything to break your fragile heart.

Last week, just as I moved my Mercedes from the parking lot of my banking hall, I met a woman who was shouting at her little girl for soiling herself as they stepped out of a taxi cab. What all at had she done. Did this merit such curses. Then I wondered, what on earth would happen if she kept quiet, nothing.....just like nothing happened when she cursed her little girl. She just cried. Broken hearted.

Pin, insults and cursing is an appalling way of killing someone, and down to the soul. In the Solomon Islands, when the natives need to clear the land for use, they are so in love with the trees that they don't fell them. They gather around the tree they intend to fell and with a single focus, hurl insults at the tree. They curse it. Then after some time, the tree starts to die. The leaves and foliage wither, the branches fall and the stem and roots wallow. All because of the power of the Tongue!

At times, consciously or unconsciously, parents curse their children. When the kids do not live up to expectation, parents become embarrassed and enraged, and in their fury, they tend to say something untoward. And do you know what happens? What is said prevails and leads the kid all their lives. If you call your child a thief, he would live be a kleptomaniac, if you curse your child that he would always suffer in life, I tell you truthfully, he would know no peace.

If you had lived, I would have taught you manners, I would have showed you values, and I would have trained you in the ways of God.I would have told the entire world that you were the greatest ever, and for sure, you would have been. Even in my rage, I would have rather stayed silent, blessed, or for the better, prayed for you so that your life would be worth my while. And above all things, I would never have cursed you.

Because all I know, some broken hearts never mend, some memories never end and some tears never Dry! Yours is a fragile heart.

Ours have been of pure love and bountiful sorrows!
Until the day we meet again, I remain yours