The ‘Other’ man in my life

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 By Prim K. Tumuramye

That night, adorned in my new red hot night dress with a matching red rose-flowered gown, I walked into the living room to catch a glimpse of the day’s happenings on the TV. It was the first time I was putting on this stunningly beautiful gown.

Silently, I walked into the living room to join hubby and our three-year-old son to watch the news and also catch up after a long day at work. Both hubby and my son evidently looked pleasantly taken aback by my gown.

‘Wow....you look stunningly beautiful’ hubby exclaimed in admiration.

Like a teenager who has just fallen in love, I muttered inaudibly, not sure of what I ought to have responded. Moving past the couch where hubby lay, he pulled me aside for a hug, I guess to emphasize his compliment. Not expecting this, I nearly tripped and fell off my feet. The little man was watching and never said a word. Later that night as I tucked my son into bed, he asked why daddy nearly got me thrown down.

His question caught me off guard and I mumbled that it was but an accident, daddy actually wanted to give me a hug! My explanation seemed not to convince him.

‘I will beat him for you!’ my son responded to my explanation.

How moved I was by this statement. Knowing that this little man not only looked at me as a mother but that he was ready to deal with anything that seemed to stand in my way brought joy untold.

Years have gone by since this incident. I have watched the little bundle of joy that ushered me into motherhood grow into a fine young boy. Undoubtedly, he is always watching my back, telling me as many stories as much as he asks me countless questions. He is the other man in my life.

Like a man courting a girl, he keeps making unsolicited promises. Today he promises to buy me a car when he grows up, the next day he promises to take me to hospital the next time I fall sick when he has grown up. I am glad I am part of his growing up journey!

Memories of that fine April morning when he popped out of my body are still fresh like it happened yesterday. Easter Monday 2017, Akampa made five years! What a joy to have that ‘other’ man in my life.

Tumuramye Dickson, behold the man you brought into my life.

                                                  ©Prim K. Tumuramye

                                                     18th September 2017

Prim is a Christian, wife, mother and Communications Specialist at Compassion International. She is passionate about reading, writing, youth mentorship and intentional parenting. 

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  1. Ansinguza PatienceJanuary 20, 2022 at 4:18 AM

    Oh wow! I love every bit of this article! From the lovey dovey🤣🙈🙈 to the son ready to defend his mother 🤭💪,I must say that it's such a pleasant thread read that I am already dreading the end of these articles.

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    1. Prim K. TumuramyeJanuary 28, 2022 at 1:03 AM

      Oh dear Patie......thanks for reading! You are special. And the kindness to leave a comment.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 20, 2022 at 10:51 AM

    Heart warming!! I know the promises will come to pass.

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