Ndak Banamo wak Do

I really need a jacket because it's too cold in here where hundred of people are waiting for their flight. My feet sometimes push me to walk to make it warm. No sun have warm shine. My wife and I have something to carry on, a point of view. She is carrying our hope in her uterus. She is sitting beside me. she is the woman I love so much. She is mine.
People chatting by phone and talking to each other leap my ear beside the airportteve. Some who have no partner to talk, are touching their cell phone to have a talk or to check in coming things. Everyone in this room has the same thing to wait now. But we are waiting for the baby birth.