Yesterday, in preparation for my hospital admission later today, I sat down to conclude the hardest task I’ve ever had to do in my life. I finished writing letters to my three year old son, letters that will be given to him hopefully by me when the right occasion presents itself, but that are there in the case of any eventuality. Continue reading
In the wake of the horrendous massacre in Kenya and the absurd and tragic incident involving Germanwings flight 4U9525, I couldn’t help but wonder – is my son worth less to you as a human being simply because of his African roots? Continue reading
Today two years ago was our D-day – the day we met our son for the very first time. Ever since I could remember, I had decided that it made no sense for me to create a new human being when out there there were already so many who needed a warm, safe, loving family. I shared these thoughts with my partner very early on and thankfully he was open to the idea of adoption. Continue reading
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