I definitely didn’t have the power to decide who my first love would be.
God gave me you and you me.
Our lives together we made memories, memories I hold dear to my heart and would never forget.
My love for you was so deep at some point in time I actually believed you were my Kryptonite and my Achilles heel. I began to fear losing you and the fear of losing you kept me in check I must say.
I wanted to please you always, I wanted to be perfect for you. Continue reading
It’s been a while, a very long while.
I remember like yesterday that fateful day, the day came like all other days.
I had done my usual ritual of taking a shower, my balogun market white shirt and black skirt was neatly ironed(looks on fleek), I didn’t have the slightest clue what was gonna hit me later that day.
Had our usual class, then I called from my Bontel dual sim phone ( mehn! That phone had a cat with nine lives type of battery).
Dear future husband,
I think and dream about you a lot these days. I imagine how our lives together will be. I can’t wait to start the journey with you. I can’t wait for the enmeshment of our lives to begin. Continue reading
I’ve probably drafted this letter a thousand times to get to this finished version you are reading. Usual me, trying to make everything perfect.
I wonder how we met?
Did I make a quirky attempt to be cute?
Was I awkward and weird as always? Did I wait till you dove head first into the well of my love before unleashing my philosophies of the joker, Rick and Morty, the purge and the human psychology on you? Continue reading
I trust that you are doing well. I read your letter, the one you sent me via the #30Letters series. I must say I was a bit hurt by your words and how you decided to tell our story and I respect that this is your view – how you saw it, how you felt. I’m not one to step into the fray but I’ll do this at least for my own sanity and for my fiancé – You remember Oseme, yes, that Oseme – over the weekend, she the one word I’ve always wanted to hear – Yes!
As I write to you, I can’t help but feel nostalgic. A sinking pain of what could have been comes to mind. I guess I should be grateful. They call it dodging a bullet but why does it feel like I get shot every single time. Why do you still feel like home.
It’s been years now but you see, the heart is a funny thing. It has its reason of which reason knows nothing, didn’t Leigh Bardugo say ‘the heart is like an arrow, which demands aim to land true’. Well, you found me and sharp were those edges. Continue reading
Dear Future Wife,
My heart leaps for joy. My loins quiver at the thought of you and oh I can’t wait for the day we walk down the aisle.
Yinmu! Lies!! All lies!!! Continue reading