Splendid Tigris Ony’cha –Second fruit of my sacred depths, last star to rise from my flesh.

Author: HAKIZIMANA Maurice

O my dear second breath of life,
my super boy, my cherished child,
I am your father, and I love you.

My sweet youngest son,
I have been your father,
I am your father,
and I shall remain your father forever.

Second fruit of my heart,
my beloved child,
I could not exist without you.

O beautiful baby,
I remember the day of your birth:
the morning was long and trying,
and yet you came forth
like a blazing sun.

It was a Friday,
the thirtieth day of April,
two thousand and twenty-one,
at ten thirty-nine in the morning.
That day,
light was given to me
with your life.

You arrived radiant,
at Paris – Le Kremlin-Bicêtre,
a beautiful city, flawless,
where you were born.
My handsome boy, I awaited you;
that day I was dressed
like a young man
welcoming his bride.

You arrived,
a great light in my life.
And so I gave you three names,
each carrying richness and meaning:
Splendid, Tigris, and Ony’cha.

You may read: To You, Havilah Balsam Kha’ris – To You, My Firstborn Son

Listen to me,my Splendid, my second-born.

Splendid

Listen to me,
my Splendid, my second-born.

The moment I saw you,
I whispered in my heart:
Oh, you’re splendid.
And it was true.

You came on a magnificent day,
under a radiant sun,
as if heaven and earth
had waited for you.
A pure day, a splendid day,
truly.

Your beauty was perfect;
the day, the earth, and the sky
were wondrously adorned.
Beauty met beauty.

Splendid, infinitely.

The emotions of that day
cannot be measured or weighed;
they exceed all value.

You are Splendid indeed —
sublime, superb, gorgeous, glorious, shining, brilliant, noble, illustrious, grand, excellent, magnificent, epic, majestic, impressive, wonderful, royal, monumental, regal, imperial, heroic, colossal, remarkable, tremendous, gallant, operatic, luxurious, formidable, marvelous, grandiose, lavish, extraordinary, awesome, stupendous, august, baronial, cosmic, wondrous, sumptuous, awful, inflated, princely, redoubtable, celestial, kingly, sensational, opulent, overblown, palatial, queenly, pompous, lordly, prepossessing, divine, and heavenly.

You shine like the cosmos,
you rise like royalty,
you move with grandeur and grace,
and your essence fills the world with awe.

I love you with an extraordinary love.
I will never abandon you.
Whether near or far,
in this world or beyond,
my heart shall always
remain with you.

Listen to me, Tigris,River that waters my life.

Tigris

Listen to me, Tigris,
River that waters my life.

You are Hiddekel,
the great river flowing from Eden,
fruit of your parents’ love,
and healing for my soul.
(Compare with Genesis 2:10–14)

Your gaze, your voice, your smile
nourish my existence.
You arrived as the fulfillment
of my joy.

I saw you as in a vision:
radiant like the sun,
like gold from Ophir.
You restored the freshness of life to me.
(Compare with Daniel 10:4–5)

You came
when life was beginning to bloom,
rising from a land of dust,
five years after a false brother
had struck a mortal blow against me.

They did not know —
or rather, they did not imagine —
that you would come.
That you would come as a river,
watering the very place
where my roots remained.

And the roots —
those deep in the earth —
heard.
They flourished again.
You brought hope,
you irrigated my life,
and gave me a joy
like that of Eden.

This River is you.
Yet the source
is the Creator,
who makes all life spring forth.

You are Tigris, my second-born.
I gave you this magnificent name
thinking of the “great river” Tigris (Hiddekel),
flowing from Eden,
bringing freshness to my soul.

You are Tigris,
my second healing balm.
The first was Balsam,
soothing and comforting.
The second is you,
the tiger’s balm,
medicine of life.

May you carry within you
the courage, wisdom, insight,
and humility of the tiger:
noble, silent, precise,
moving with grace and strength,
self-sufficient, watchful,
capable of all things.

Listen, my Ony’cha, my pure and sacred incense

Ony’cha

Listen, my Ony’cha,
my pure and sacred incense.

Your fragrance rises to the Most High,
delighting the heart of our Creator.
(Compare with Exodus 30:34)

You are Ony’cha,
unique, designed by God Himself,
incomparable, chosen.

You are Ketoret,
offered with stacte and galbanum,
with pure frankincense,
an offering prepared with care and love.

Your scent is hope,
reviving the soul,
lifting the mind to the good.

Live as your name:
exquisite fragrance,
words that inspire,
actions that sanctify.

Splendid, Tigris, Ony’cha — you are my eternal joy.

Splendid, Tigris, Ony’cha,
you are my eternal joy.

You are me,
born of my union with your mother.
You are my blood,
my DNA,
and even far from you,
you flow through my veins.

When I hold you to my heart,
you heal,
and you heal me.

I am your father,
and you are my child,
for blood is not water.

I will protect you.
You are my sacred inheritance.

I am in you,
you are in me,
for unity perfumes our lives.

Your father, forever.
Paris, December 15, 2025

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