The pearl writes...

  Dear Young Spencer, I am more than excited to write this letter to you. Many days have passed since I last wrote to you and though I had made a promise to keep writing, times and seasons have not allowed. I have experienced a lot in both joy and sorrow, and I hope that this letter will serve to you as a reminder of the victory that awaits you ahead. I took a walk today and as I passed by a group of people at the bus stop; a certain familiar fragrance filled my nostrils. It brought memories upon memories about you and I could even bet that you are wearing that perfume right now. I know you enjoy that scent so much, not because of how hard you saved your high school pocket money to afford it, but because it was the first thing that spoke about you finally getting to adulthood. And isn’t that what you longed for all along? In a few years, you will experience the world of more, and you will realize that the world is not in short supply of amazing fragrances. Now that we are speakin

 I t's one thing to have both parents and another when they are there for you. Sometimes I wonder why those who really never got to meet their daddy, try to find him when some of us really wished we had our mums alone. This is mean I know!! But I hoped it would be so as I grew up. Not anymore though. When people talk about their dads and what they've done for them, I'm mostly quiet thinking about the ugly moments I went through, or, silently praying that if I get married someday, my babies will have a daddy who is there for them. For this reason;  Dear younger self,  You will forever be my superhero: From being mistreated by your own aunty at a tender age of five after your parents separated and you were left behind; to facing a gazillion of false accusations some that were so unrealistic from that same aunty, life must have been so difficult. At only 17, things got tough between your parents and they separated again, this time it was uglier, you were nursing kidney issues