Soon after our marriage in Ghana, we joyfully welcomed our children into the world, ushering in a new chapter in our lives. Mummy was a constant source of support during those early years of motherhood. Yvette - London, 1992 In 1992, in the heart of London, I cradled my little bundle of joy. As she slept peacefully in her hospital crib, I couldn’t help but marvel at her tiny face. She was a true marvel, one of the most incredible things to have ever happened to me. Gazing upon her, I saw the glory of God etched into her innocent features. I continuously recited the Magnificat: “My soul doth magnify the Lord. And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the lowliness of his handmaiden: For behold, from henceforth: all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath magnified me: and holy is his Name” (Luke 1: 46-55). I made a solemn vow to be as exceptional a mother to her as mine had been to me, if not even better. I was resolute about giving her the most beautiful life I could imagine. Leslie - London, 1994 In 1994, I cradled my precious bundle close to my heart and gently rocked him. His gaze met mine as if he could truly see my love. Yvette gave him the name ‘Brother.’ When family and friends came to visit, she would proudly announce that this is ‘Brother!’ After our children were born, I seized the opportunity provided by my British citizenship and applied for a DFID (British Government) scholarship to pursue my Master’s degree at the Institute of Child 16 The Birthday Journal
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