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Ngatha at two


We want to cook something. Robert and I want to prepare a meal, only that the kitchen place is still alittle messed up. It's gonna be something I don't know when but the why is so definite. 

Today we don't talk much because, on 9/9 a little rebell turned two. A little princess that owns her father. You can already tell that she's everything he ever wanted.  Isn't she Robert?

It's a little late birthday wish, but I hope this sends her all the love and blessings the world has for her.

Dear Joy,

Because without your consent "they" made  you join us, may this jungle we call "home" be your favourite place. Let's journey around the sun because you have no reason not to. Happy birthday !


To my little munchkin,

Happy Birthday baby, Someday when you're grown and know how to read, you'll pass by this page and get these messages from some of my friends. All these were sent on this App we used called WhatsApp back in the day.


"Happy birthday princess, may she grow in God's own purpose." - Uncle George.


"Congratulations baba and happy birthday" - Auntie PatRose.


"Happy birthday to 😊 joy" - Aunty Madoo.


"Happy Birthday princess 🎉🥳" - Aunty Tybe.


"Happiest birthday to her. Nothing but best of wishes for her." - Cousin Cate.


"Happy birthday to her" - Aunty Real.


"Happy birthday karembo ketu." - Aunty Virgy.


"Gorgeous indeed!

She grow in wisdom and in stature, gaining favor before God and man. 

To many more years full of happiness and good moments,

Happy birthday to the young lady!" - Aunty Jackie.


"Happy birthday as you turn two my darling, Words can't describe my Joy to see you grow up. May your smile never fade, you light up my world." - Love Dad. 


Joy Pauline Mwihaki Kamau (Ngatha) @ 2 

Comments

  1. 😊 thanks bro,

    Couldn't have been better

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  2. You've given us a hard task of creating Ngatha/Joy in our heads. Could we see her ?
    Happy birthday little one

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