To my love,
First of all is much greetings. I’m doing well and surviving despite the unpredictable weather. The ozone is quickly getting depleted. and the sun is scotching hot, but life cannot come to a complete immediate halt so simply!!!
I took my first bottle of beer and disappointed my first girlfriend on the same night. I have never had time for beer and girls since then.
Our rendezvous, cost an impressive work, a blatant history engulfed with formidable language. Life, it is said, is a stage, but where the audience sit and watch the theatrical performances, I do not know. Do you? Have ever thought yourself a successful actress or an incidental character? I wonder!!!
You have indeed introduced me to a whole lot of interesting characters, whose presence I cannot fail to appreciate. My main bone of contention s the man you introduced to me as a “friend” and a good neighbour. When the alligator comes out of the river and tells you the crocodile is sick, an adage has it, who are you yo doubt?
I cannot clearly recall his name, but his facial looks will never disappear from my mind. His frontal dental formula presents a picture of a reformed ex-convict and his gumline told it all – he never came across a toothpaste;his face had scars all over, which made him look so ugly whenever he scratched them while his knotty and kinky hair boasted little acquaintance with the comb. I wonder how a lady of your calibre would boast of of a “brother” whose unassertive collar that long time disappeared and resembled something like a dust rug!!! Were you blind to make him look smart the way you usually did to me?
I did my own investigations and yes, it turned out that the man is neither your brother, nor your relative – and perhaps – not just any other village pedestrian.
Like a sheep to the slaughterhouse, I accompanied you to meet your ‘brother’. Along the warm you mentioned the night under the glaring full moon, then quickly, your mind came back on course at the screeching of vehicles along the busy street. All the way, I thought I was the only man in your life. Little did I know it was my ego. How stupid was I?
I wonder if he ever asked you whom I was. Did you tell him I was one of your distant relatives who ‘feels butterflies’ at the sight of strangers, when I whispered to you that he looked like an escaped convict?
Dear(I feel guilty calling you this), why don’t you tell me the truth? I promise you that I’ll not stricture or feel that I should take a rope and head to the nearest tree.
I love so many things in this world, than I do to petty girls. My immense pride has taught me, in this gruesome world, one needs to know that love is not a commodity to be bought over the counter. It is nurtured.
My dear (why do I keep on repeating this), I easily get fatigued, withdrawn and temperamental when I realize whatever I’m doing to my fellow mortals is not appreciated. Girl, do not try to be like a hyena who decided to attend to two parties concurrently only to break into two potions.
Sorry for being too critical yet I looked so naive.
You need to realize this world is not our home…we are just visitors, with a mission.
Yours,
Your former heart occupier
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