You are but young and a little girl, and still given a great name to hold as your own.

In your embrace you have room for all kinds of people, no matter the size or color.

You were given living emotions and plenty of joy, but also plenty of sorrows. A keen heart to hear the quietest sighs and the unspoken needs.

You seek your way to my lap when loneliness comes knocking. You can open your arms to warm embrace and let a withered souls bask in embers of your heart.

You will have the power to transform emotions. You can see broken hearts mended and you will guide many lost back to our Heavenly Father.

You shall be mother of plenty, just like mother earth, O thou Mama Africa.

Bless be upon you, the mother of mothers.