EVEN THOUGH I WAS ADOPTED!!!

I bet you’ll never know what it is to be adopted until you are.

Recalling when our naivety turned stale at the orphanage home…

It was the highway that introduced me to selfishness and competition.

The word ORPHAN aroused every form of disgust and bitterness in me.

A sad reality - I could barely face, wishing the stigma went differently.

From dusk till dawn, I starred at the golden ceiling fan in my new room, thinking.

It was my foster Dad on the door, with a warm smile He said “good morning”.

Speechless for the first few seconds, He came close and gave me a hug.

Told me to feel at home and that I had access to everything in the palace.

Years later, I felt I had grown old enough to embrace emancipation.

I was so ashamed while I was returning home, having left without notice.

Despising his royalty, He ran towards me like he did to my step prodigal brother many years back.

Tears filled my eyes when He said “I won’t love you any less cos you are my son”.

Even though I was adopted, I can boldly say what blessing it is to have God call me son.