MY LOVE LETTER

Yesterday, i was searching for an important document in my room. I scrambled, scattered and searched till my room floor was scattered with papers. It was an irksome search, yet aimless. Another drawer remained; i rested for a while, then reached for the drawer. As i opened and searched; to my amazement, it was letters from my dad to his penpals in U.k and America; and their replies too. I saw pictures of girls and guys but mostly girls, white girls actually. Most of these white girls had hair like the colour of corn flakes, nose just like an eagles. Point is they were all beautiful. I only wondered what my ol' man saw in blonde chicks. I noticed one particular picture of a certain girl and at the back page it was always written 'your friend, Cindy'. "Cindy ke" i thought. I only smiled and kept searching for my document, and then i saw another piece. I recognised the writting instantly, it was my primary school hand writing and i guessed it was either primary three or four. "damn! My writting ugly o" i thought. As i read on, it was primary three. It was the love letter i wrote to a girl in primary school. I could not believe it because i have a vague memory of my past, i only remember events from S.S 1 to the present. Yes i know my memory sucks!

I wrote...

Dear shade, i like you and i'm grateful for the sharpener and eraser you gave me yesterday. I'm sorry for the wound you sustained from seating on the pencil Uche set for you. I'll revenge for you, i'll set pencil for Uche for you....

Note: i can't complete the letter before you'll think i was so dumb in primary school. Or rather before you'll all steal my flows.

The first thing that came to my mind was, "did i write this". I hardly remembered Shade and our primary school parol, that is if we ever had any. "Who is Uche", i wondered but i sure must have hated the boy. But i remember a girl, she would often eat from my food flask with me during breaks while my sister would come later and see an empty flask. My ass would bear the brunt from mum later. I remember a girl i would rush to seat with during lessons so that my little legs would touch with hers. I remembered a girl that pecked me once in the toilet. "was it shade" i wondered.

I kept on my search for my important document and it laid there under the love letter. I only wondered if a document i placed well in my file was carried by some spirit to teach some lessons.

Lessons: Firstly, I should never allow one suffer because of my love for another. Like in my own case, my little sister did. So, to my lovely sister i apologise, "nne, i'm sorry for all the fried yam and eggs Shade ate"

Secondly, seems like my ol' man is got a serious affinity for blonde chicks. I guess i'm a chip of the ol' block.