my monologues (2)

So I developed past the first and second trimesters. In the third, people could tell that my mother was carrying some work in progress. Every moment meant some development, some DNA was enriched, some limb formed and some traits written into the development that was me. There were no scans then and I do not want to hazard how the prenatal examinations were done but still I developed.

The victor element had been put on halt and now the development element was in process and from there I see a lesson: victories are not to be savored forever but the advantage granted by the victory must be developed to ensure better victories tomorrow. The sperm victory was since long forgotten, I had another race to win. Yes I had won the starch race to beat my potential brethren but now I had to compliment my mother in her efforts to expel me onto the outer world.

I believe it is written in the traits that we should be able to battle to get out and ironically for one to enjoy the light they have to reach the end of the tunnel. Whatever inspiration or motivation there was I am not sure, but eventually I was born!! First born son.

Then the separation had to occur, the cord that had sustained me since the sperm victory was cut and all the automation was gone, now my organs had to function, the mouth had to feed and the other parts had to learn to process, digest, absorb and expel. The separation has always been there right through life though it comes through different benchmarks but it started with the cutting of the umbilical cord and will continue until the separation of the body, soul and spirit.

So I see that this whole process from conception to birth carries all the modules of life. A God aided victory in a million sperm race, a God sustained development, a phased and timed departure from the mother into the mother Earth. I have since learnt that the same stages will prevail in all events of my life till the end. Ideas will be conceived, developed, birthed and given the impetus to prove their survival instinct.

So, my being here is not a mistake. It is an intricate design. A design has an objective, goals and benchmarks. So I am a design meant to achieve goals, set milestones and progress from one step to another. When I do not know my goals, they will suffer a still birth and be aborted. When I do not work hard enough on my plans they will incur a still birth and die prematurely. I am glad all the concerned parties and machinations never gave up on me and from this I learn not to give up until I attain the objectives.

I pause here my monologue here, next would be the christening.

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