We chose for her the name Nailah, which in Swahili means “she is successful.” When I was freshly pregnant,a babalawo told me that my child would be a girl with a strong will- one that an ordinary “no” would not work for. Six months into my pregnancy , and four months before she was due, she decided she had baked long enough and was ready for the world, and as the babalawo said, she would not accept my, or the doctor’s “no.”
And so she came, and as her little one pound body defied every odd that the doctors predicted, they would pass her in their rounds, and bring their colleagues, and grin big and wide. Doctor’s, after all, love when science is wrong, and everybody loves to see a miracle.
She’s my miracle. She’s the personification of love. She is, to me, a glimpse of the fabric of heaven. And every single day I tell myself that if God decides to never bless me with another thing, It is justified. There is no greater joy than her. My heart beats in her name.
And today she makes eight whole years.
Sending my light, light today.
Happy Birthday Nailah!”—