Story Of My Birth

Hello everyone welcome to my blog, this is my first time posting in the community and hopefully I do it right. My name is Emmanuel Kudeh and I'll be taking y'all down the story surrounding my birth.

In most African countries, children are regarded as the best form of blessing especially in families that held cultural values in high regard. In the days of old, a man's wealth is usually determined by the number of children he has, as these children not only represent his quality genes but also boost output on his farmland because of the sheer size of their numbers. To make things even better, if the man has male offspring, he is as good as accomplished because it is believed that male children are symbols of a man's legacy and sign of his existence even after he is long gone. This belief has been part of us for years and is still a part of our culture till this very day and hopefully I get to pass this torch to the next generation.

The story surrounding my conception is one my parents never get tired of telling as it entails a bitter sweet experience both of them will never forget. When I was just two months old in the womb, my dad lost his job and things took a drastic turn for the worst in the family. My dad already had three daughters and the family was really struggling to obtain just two meals daily.

Mom was a trader and dad did anything legal he could get his hands on to settle basic needs so things were pretty rough at home but they were surviving. My parents were very time conscious, when they were certain I was nine months old already, they rushed to the hospital but for some reason nothing happened. This continued for weeks crossing over to the tenth which was April. On the 2nd of April my mother went to the market to purchase her usual goods for sale and on her way back she saw an old lady with a huge cock, looking for a buyer as she was in desperate need of cash. She bought it from her with the intention of using it to celebrate Easter which was only days away. Immediately she got home, she started feeling funny but there was nobody to complain to as all three daughters were in school and dad was out hustling.

It took my old man roughly three hours before he got home( back then telephones were myths, heard by all owned by few and parents were in the hearers category). He rushed her to the hospital that night and the miracle of birth brought me into this world. A few minutes after my delivery, the nurse came to my dad to tell him I was alive and well but there was no clothes for me to wear.

This very news almost pushed my dad to tears, after praying for a male child for years here he was with one but could not even afford to buy him new clothes. I was wrapped in an old towel while my mom told them she was strong enough to go home that very day. Baby me came back home to meet the entire family.

The third and my immediate elder sister chose the name Emmanuel and I have been stuck with it ever since. The cock that was supposed to be meat for Easter, was cooked that very day to celebrate my triumphant arrival into the family. Uncle Stanley came home to congratulate the good news with his brother bringing along with him some new clothes for his handsome fat nephew.

Despite the family being financially unstable, my dad was still very much happy as he now has a male child to carry on his name just like his fathers before him. Things started to take a positive turn for the family, two months after my birth, dad got a new job that came with a lot of privileges, survived a near death experience that shaped him into the man he is today, the miracle baby is doing well and the rest they say is history.
Thank you all for stopping by I appreciate😁😁.
PS. All pictures are mine