Dear Titi,
My world calls you Irene
But I call you Titi.
My grandma always said,
“if it keeps long then it gets cold”
(in the local dialect)
I promised myself I will be direct in 2018
The thought of writing this letter gave me a headache
In fact it made my head swallow, no it made it swallew, no I mean swollen,
wait, cool down
It swelled
My phalanges are vibrating as I hold the pen
Even my sternum goes up,
as my heart palpitates with the pumping of blood.
This is not to show I had an E (Excellent), rather than A (Appalling) in Biology, not even my settieficate in integrated signs.
but to show how your thought has cocktailed my haemoglobin.
In a nut shell, not just any nut
but Sand fried peanuts ( groundnut ).
Forgive me if i hide behind all these boilogical/ boilogicle/bayalogical
(I am not sure of the spelling, pick one)
What I really want to say is,
I know its been long
Here i sit wondering what went wrong
Was it my signal that was not strong
Or the distance between us that got long
Thoughts of why
Has been a never ending song
Let’s forget that
How are you? Are you fine?
Do you still have that smile the very one that pauses time
Or those eyes that make Kube shy
I dont even know what to write
Have you eaten?
Oh lord!
Notice how hard my heart is beating
I miss you
I even hear those words when i am breathing
I hold my breath and it echoes in my head without ceasing
Let me end it here
Looking forward to your reply
NB: I put chocolate in the letter. I dont trust the post man. If you don’t want to reply, just send the wrapper back. I want to feel like you replied.
Yours truly
Kube
