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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Memory / Reminiscence
- Published: 07/05/2016
A LETTER TO MY SON
Born 1992, M, from Newcastle kwazulu natal, South AfricaDear son
If you are reading this know that I am either dead or very sick and possibly I’m not able to walk on my own two feet. I seldom wish that I had enough time to right the wrongs I have done. If only I knew I would have done as righteously as I would have been able to reach out to you in the time I had.
Son I have lived most of my life working from town to towns travelling places that are just full of wonders that a man can dream of . most of all I was Hoping that I would become a better man and learn to be better at heading my family towards success and leave a mark with my name on it that no other man can ever take away from me .seeing that I have failed in all possible way that I could think of ,I see no reason for me to be ashamed of calling myself not a father to you but a man who happened to be your blood flowing in your veins.
I know you might have been wondering where I am and who I am? I promise you son I have not gone a day without thinking about you and what you might grow up to be. It has been my daily bread to lie in my bed of regrets and failure that I’ve grown to endure and accept as my own. All in all I hoped that you will sometime find it in your heart to forgive my absentia in your life.
Knowing very well how beautiful your mother was son and her warmly hands and warm hearted she was, I never left her but I hoped you could have asked her sometime she would have told you. For all that I remember is that you must know that we suffered together until you were conceived. Let me not move around the bushes and get to the point .son I may not have married your mother and allowed her to marry to another man that you later found out he was not your father, although you knew him for most of your life.it must have been shocking. Our families did not approve our love for each other, as I was coming from a family that was at a level so low than your mother’s upscale family I was no match for her according to their by-laws of their castle.
However son I and your mother are responsible for your growth we made a pact that I would save enough money for you so that each month your mother would collect at our secret place and give you all that you might seek. In the family’s hands it would be as if it came from your stepfather. I am not trying to make you love me or forgive me but I thought it would be best that you know it.
It was so unfortunate that I could not make it to your mother’s burial two years ago .it is not because I didn’t want to attend but the family made sure that I was not welcomed even an inch from their place. I stood from the gates in hope that maybe they will reconsider and allow me to say goodbye to my beloved sweat Felicia but they did not .it all saddens me to bottom of my heart and deep down in my thoughts.
I have continued my son to leave the money in the tunnel under a brown blanket in the walkway of the cave in the north of the Zura mountains(zucha cave) in hope that maybe your mother had told you the truth before her death but it has been pilling and pilling in that secret place. This made me realize that she had not been able to let you know. As a gift to you son I have left this for you in case we don’t meet at all. I have prepared for you enough cattle’s and goats and my most collection I discovered while I was in my adventures which is resident at your aunt in moselza bay castle in room 412 .it will be very crucial that son if you do find a way meet her at least she will tell you all that you might need to know in case we don’t meet in time. This will all be worth a fortune if you sell it and maybe you might grow it and get married sometime and become a man I was not to your family. Oh!.... How I wish I could see you son…..
All that I am asking, is for you to at least remember me as your father and not as a man who left and gone away of his responsibilities. I have no assurance as to whether will you receive this letter but I sincerely hope that it reaches your hands, for it is my heart desire that you at least hear these few last words. I hope that you may reach me back on the mail provided below if I’m already dead your aunt will take good care of your letters. If you speak to her you will be speaking to directly to me as she is the only bloodline you have from my side of the family.
With love from your father ........
RETURN TO:
Chris Marays
234 moselza bay
3000
Room 412
Drive way 4
Written by
Nsizwa kubheka
A LETTER TO MY SON(nsizwa D kubheka)
Dear son
If you are reading this know that I am either dead or very sick and possibly I’m not able to walk on my own two feet. I seldom wish that I had enough time to right the wrongs I have done. If only I knew I would have done as righteously as I would have been able to reach out to you in the time I had.
Son I have lived most of my life working from town to towns travelling places that are just full of wonders that a man can dream of . most of all I was Hoping that I would become a better man and learn to be better at heading my family towards success and leave a mark with my name on it that no other man can ever take away from me .seeing that I have failed in all possible way that I could think of ,I see no reason for me to be ashamed of calling myself not a father to you but a man who happened to be your blood flowing in your veins.
I know you might have been wondering where I am and who I am? I promise you son I have not gone a day without thinking about you and what you might grow up to be. It has been my daily bread to lie in my bed of regrets and failure that I’ve grown to endure and accept as my own. All in all I hoped that you will sometime find it in your heart to forgive my absentia in your life.
Knowing very well how beautiful your mother was son and her warmly hands and warm hearted she was, I never left her but I hoped you could have asked her sometime she would have told you. For all that I remember is that you must know that we suffered together until you were conceived. Let me not move around the bushes and get to the point .son I may not have married your mother and allowed her to marry to another man that you later found out he was not your father, although you knew him for most of your life.it must have been shocking. Our families did not approve our love for each other, as I was coming from a family that was at a level so low than your mother’s upscale family I was no match for her according to their by-laws of their castle.
However son I and your mother are responsible for your growth we made a pact that I would save enough money for you so that each month your mother would collect at our secret place and give you all that you might seek. In the family’s hands it would be as if it came from your stepfather. I am not trying to make you love me or forgive me but I thought it would be best that you know it.
It was so unfortunate that I could not make it to your mother’s burial two years ago .it is not because I didn’t want to attend but the family made sure that I was not welcomed even an inch from their place. I stood from the gates in hope that maybe they will reconsider and allow me to say goodbye to my beloved sweat Felicia but they did not .it all saddens me to bottom of my heart and deep down in my thoughts.
I have continued my son to leave the money in the tunnel under a brown blanket in the walkway of the cave in the north of the Zura mountains(zucha cave) in hope that maybe your mother had told you the truth before her death but it has been pilling and pilling in that secret place. This made me realize that she had not been able to let you know. As a gift to you son I have left this for you in case we don’t meet at all. I have prepared for you enough cattle’s and goats and my most collection I discovered while I was in my adventures which is resident at your aunt in moselza bay castle in room 412 .it will be very crucial that son if you do find a way meet her at least she will tell you all that you might need to know in case we don’t meet in time. This will all be worth a fortune if you sell it and maybe you might grow it and get married sometime and become a man I was not to your family. Oh!.... How I wish I could see you son…..
All that I am asking, is for you to at least remember me as your father and not as a man who left and gone away of his responsibilities. I have no assurance as to whether will you receive this letter but I sincerely hope that it reaches your hands, for it is my heart desire that you at least hear these few last words. I hope that you may reach me back on the mail provided below if I’m already dead your aunt will take good care of your letters. If you speak to her you will be speaking to directly to me as she is the only bloodline you have from my side of the family.
With love from your father ........
RETURN TO:
Chris Marays
234 moselza bay
3000
Room 412
Drive way 4
Written by
Nsizwa kubheka
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