My birth story

My life journey started when I was forcefully let out of my comfort zone, I had been living in a very comfortable apartment, very peaceful. I had all the time to myself, time to think, time to play without being questioned, food was brought to me without me having to leave my position, I even had time to dance to distant music, relax to cooing words, I kick and beat whenever I want, without any reproof or correction, life was indeed beautiful in my former apartment. Until this very day when I suddenly felt myself moving, I felt strong hands hold my head and I felt like screaming at the object touching my cute head. I suddenly started hearing groaning, weeping, pleadings, shouting, and prayers. I started to wonder at this sort of chaos. I thought within me, if only this people could pay a visit to where I’m coming from, they would understand my present state. I began to wonder, why do I have to change apartment against my choice because left to me, I wouldn’t have made any attempt to leave at all. At this time, unknown to me, I had not been opened to the privilege of choice.
  I tried to block my ears to all the cries but it seemed impossible, as someone kept pulling and grabbing me. I then heard a voice shout, ‘he is out’ I was like ‘out of where?  And besides who is out?’ everyone just started shouting and screaming, at this point I could not take it any longer. Someone just needs to talk sense to these marketers. I started to shout at the very top of my voice, trying to make them shut up but they instead shouted louder. I was so angry. I started to think about the possible ways I can get out of this and possibly get back to my former apartment when I suddenly heard a very familiar voice. I have gotten so used to this voice that I can recognize it anywhere even in my sleep. A very soft voice I have gotten so accustomed to. I kept quiet immediately and listened. I was anticipating, I knew it would either come as a song for me to dance to or as crooning words for me to relax to. It turned out to be the latter so I totally relaxed, and much to my joy it seems this strange voice quieted the marketers too. And thus, my life journey started.
Gradually my head became bigger, my hands and legs grew out so rapidly that it sometimes annoys me because it has reduced the number of hands that carried me. I always feel like a king when I’m being carried. I enjoy it when so any people make a fuss over me, especially when students famz me and snap with me. Life was indeed fun and enjoyable. My only dislike was pouring some substance on me and scrubbing my clean, soft and precious body with some things I could not place.  That aside, throwing me up, pulling out my hands and legs in such an annoying manner that even my mother herself would her chest in fright. I would shout at the top of my voice but it seems they don’t always understand me or they chose not to hear. But at least, I’m free from that now; I can now walk on my own. I’m gradually becoming a big boy.