Dear Oba,You are three years old right now and you are living in pure bliss. I want to tell you to keep on pretending that you’re Iron Man or Batman. Keep on annoying your big sister. Keep on playing with your cars and trucks.
Meanwhile, I’m going to pray that when you get to eighteen life will still be pure bliss for you. You’ll be in class or you’ll see on whatever device is around then, faces of the past. Men called Eric Garner, Alton Sterling, Rodney King. And you’ll see hashtags and comments and protests. But because of the prayers of today – your name, your face will not be among them.
I pray you grow up kind and strong. Your life matters because of the prayers of today. We will never win things that seem bigger than us if we don’t come together. But my sweet Oba, you won’t have to worry about that. I do what I do because your life matters. I cry, talk, mentor, strive, graft, love, pray because your life matters.
I can’t wait to see who you become, living the life you should be living.
Love Auntie Titi