A Letter To My Daughter

Dear Princess

First things first, I just want you to know that I love you and your mother so much that I decided to tell you this short story of me and her;
When we started dating she was still in school, I was also a young man myself and so I made a stupid mistake to ask her to let me have a second girlfriend (had already spotted one), she agreed to it given we break up, and so we did, but in less than four days I was already crawling back to her and begging to be taken back, luckily she did. From that day I respected her so much for she had shown me that she knew exactly what she wanted in a man, and was not willing to settle for anything lesser than that.

Everyone is just looking for love, whether they show it or not, but they’re all desperately yearning for some affection. The most quite kid in class wants the same attention as the loudest one, they just differ in their means to get it; whilst the loud one hopes to get noticed for his “visibility”, the quite one hopes to get noticed for his invisibility. A preacher wants the same attention as a thug, a nun as a prostitute, a Ballard dancer as a stripper, and even God as the devil.

This might sound too cliché, but the only way to get loved by other people is to first love yourself. Think about it, if you fail to see something worth loving in your own self, what makes you think others will see it first? They will only treat you as you treat yourself. Value yourself, be special just the way you are, and never change for no one, for everyone worth being in your life will love and appreciate you just the way you are.

Look in the mirror and say; “boys are not my God’, and repeat it as many times as necessary. It really doesn’t matter how many other girls might want him too, if he only wears Versace clothes and looks like Justin Timberlake, he is still not your God, never worship him. Give him the real you, never sell yourself short because you’re beautiful just the way you are. Still on the subject of boys; Sex is not love. That is, just because he wants to have sex with you, doesn’t necessarily mean that he loves you, and sadly, if he didn’t love you with your clothes on, he still probably won’t with them off either.

Have standards, have class, and never settle for anything lesser than you’re worth. Never demand in others what you cannot get in yourself; never ask for a rich husband without firstly being a rich wife yourself, and before asking for a good man, be a good woman first. Be the prototype of what you’d like to see in the world [in your world].

Being beautiful is not being naked; keep your clothes on baby. Forget what fashion magazines say; no half torn leggings, red lipsticks, pushup bras, and all the make-up in the world can make you beautiful as your character can, beauty is far deeper than just mere physical looks. What’s inside of you, how you think, talk and act is what really matters, and not just a Beyoncé look. Do not just look beautiful, be beautiful.

We live in a very judgmental society, so choose your clothes, tattoos, and lifestyle very carefully because you will be judged based on them. Your behavior on social media will have a huge effect as well; so [too] short skirts, inner thigh tattoos, and vulgar as you Instagram your selfies showing buttocks will say something about you as well, ensure it is what you want people to hear.

Your body is yours and yours alone. Embrace it graciously, respect and protect it, never allow it to be the first thing people recognize in you, be more of a spiritual being than just physical. And lastly, you owe your body to nobody but God. It is his temple after all, and not boys’.

I love you so much baby, and I can’t wait to meet you.

Love, Dad.



  1. Foghorn The IKonoclast · March 7, 2015

    That is a true comment about what matters. Too many forget they are human too and decide for others when they cannot decide for themselves. I see too many people looking for the worst in others, as if destiny did not place them where and who they are.


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