A LETTER FROM THE UNBORN by James Kabutugwa

I don’ t know what transpired that got me here, all I know is that, I enjoy my environment and would not trade it for the whole wide world(maybe it’s because I know about nothing outside this seemingly round room). My days are spent swimming,which i’ve become pretty good at and also learning how to kick(though it’ s a pity that I got no ball to practice with).

In here, I can’t manage a lot of things on my own, but it’ s as perfect a world as any. There is no competition whatsoever and even the food I eat comes from you and that means, I don’t have to sweat for my meals. It’s when I’m full that I do practice my kicks and if sometimes it hurts, I do send my apologies in torrents.

Sometimes, I can here voices coming from out there in your world and the one that I love most is, I don’t know if I heard it right, music. I don’t know if it’s of one kind, but I’d like to try it out someday. In here, can’t do much to practice it, because I’m afraid if I dare open my mouth, I’ll choke myself to death with this water that seems to surround me(it's just that I’ m yet to open my eyes, so the phrase, 'as far as I can see' doesn’t apply to me). Is that laughter I hear, well, forgive me if I don’t know the name of this liquid, but for now let’ s just call it water.

As perfect as this world is, sometimes it gets pretty boring and I just can’t wait to get out there and do some things like, play football and admire my kicking skills, play basketball and strengthen my feeble arms and swimming in real water having learn this liquid being termed as amniotic fuid(hope I got the spelling right).

Am telling you all this, because the other day, i overheard some word like abortion, and someone explaining it as getting rid of the baby before its due time and it often leads to death of the baby and sometime to that of

 the mother. Having known to call you mother, thanks to that person, I ask of you to please let me live. I don’t know of reasons that would lead you to abort me, but I wish that you would give me a chance to make my own decisions and be responsible for my own actions. I’ d like to know the difference between right and wrong, and, more than anything else I’ d like to know the process through which I was I made.

I have heard that at times, the baby has to be done away with for the mother to survive according to this. I may not know the truth in that but i just ask for a chance to survive and live in your world.

I got to pen off at this point for I am so exhausted trying to get the correct spelling for all these words. If you find a mistake, please correct it and save this letter till when I get there and I’ ll be so happy to learn of my mistakes and expand my knowledge of your language. Bye for now.

Yours truelly,

(whichever name you deem fit, that I’ ll accept)

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