I named you Constance the day you were born on 11 June 2000. You were such a young tiny innocent baby. You never cried or smiled.
You were born just past midday. The news of your birth reached me outside the clinic of Matola. A midwife came and shouted, " It is a girl!"
I was full of joy. I couldn't wait to see God's creation through me. It was a dream; yet it was a reality.
Today you are a grown up little girl, Connie. You are 8 years old. You have been brought up under poverty, family conflicts and you have stayed with strangers most of your time.
My child, God knows and he is a God who sees.
I don't know the meaning of your name, but I believe you will find a meaning for it when you are old enough.
Take these blessings my daughter.
"May God bless you and be a God fearing woman in your childhood, youth and adulthood. Be wise and everything you touch must be blessed. Be healthy, live long and wealthy.
I love you Connie.
You were born just past midday. The news of your birth reached me outside the clinic of Matola. A midwife came and shouted, " It is a girl!"
I was full of joy. I couldn't wait to see God's creation through me. It was a dream; yet it was a reality.
Today you are a grown up little girl, Connie. You are 8 years old. You have been brought up under poverty, family conflicts and you have stayed with strangers most of your time.
My child, God knows and he is a God who sees.
I don't know the meaning of your name, but I believe you will find a meaning for it when you are old enough.
Take these blessings my daughter.
"May God bless you and be a God fearing woman in your childhood, youth and adulthood. Be wise and everything you touch must be blessed. Be healthy, live long and wealthy.
I love you Connie.
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