My Dearest Daughter,
As the sun rises over the hills of Limuru, casting golden rays upon the dew-kissed tea leaves, my heart swells with pride, hope, and the wisdom only a mother can carry.
You, my beautiful girl, are in school, and while the world sees a student in uniform, I see a queen in the making.
I see the grace of your grandmother, the fire of your ancestors, and the promise of a bright African dawn glowing in your eyes.
This Easter, God granted me the sweet joy of bonding with you—not just as a mother—but as a woman who has walked a little further on this winding road of life.
You may not know it yet, but in those laughter-filled mornings and quiet evening chats, a legacy was passed on: not of gold or silver, but of values, vision, and virtue.
Let me speak to your soul now, daughter of mine. Listen with your spirit.
In this life, my sweet child, “a child who does not listen to the mother’s advice will sleep with the flies” — a Ghanaian proverb as old as wisdom itself.
The world out there is no playground;
It is a stage.
A battlefield.
A garden.
What it becomes to you depends on how well you prepare yourself. Therefore Focus on your books.
Your father may wear a dust coat in the store sorting groceries to heal hunger in our midst, but you, my daughter, are being prepared to heal generations—with your mind, with your choices and with your example.
_Proverbs 4:7 reminds us: “Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” Let your books be your prayer beads, and your pen be your staff._
You must walk with your head held high but your spirit bowed in humility.
Life is not a race for the loudest, but a journey for the wisest.
“The hen that does not crow still lays eggs.” Therefore, stay grounded, yet soar.
Shine without arrogance. Glow without burning others.
Be careful with your body, my girl. It is not a toy, nor a testing ground.
_It is a temple. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, as Psalm 139:14 says._
Carry yourself with dignity, because “when the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.”
The world will try to shake you—through flattery, false friendships, and fleeting pleasures.
But remember this: “The river that forgets its source will dry up.” Stay close to your values.
Be kind! Be curious! Be courteous!
A good girl makes her home proud; a great woman makes the nation better.
Avoid reckless living.
Fast life is a sweet poison served in a golden cup. Sip only what nourishes your soul.
Run from gossip, laziness, and shortcuts -“shortcuts cut life short,” as we say in the village.
And pray. Oh, my daughter, never stop praying. Not because life is always hard, but because God is always good.
Your light, your beauty, your brilliance—they are divine deposits. Guard them with faith.
God does not abandon the daughters of prayerful mothers. “When you walk with God, even your shadow becomes a source of light.”
Daughter, this world is waiting for your excellence.
Therefore, when you shine, do not shrink.
When you rise, lift others.
When you lead, lead with love.
You are the seed of a praying woman and the fruit of a hopeful home.
You carry a royal name, written in love and watered by sacrifice.
Your mother may not wear heels or sit in glass boardrooms, but I have sat with angels in dreams and seen your greatness unfold.
Go on, my child.
Go on and conquer with grace.
The lioness has spoken.
With eternal love,
MAMA
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