Dear Njideka,
How are you? I trust you are fine.
I have long grappled with the consequences of the action I am about to take but I have decided that on my own head be it. If music be the food of love, Njide, I will dance and dance until the pain goes in the waist.
Let me just cut out the chase . I love you and I want you to be my wife.
Yours loving,
Hopewell Okoronta.
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Sweet. 🙂
Hopewell. o dikwa very appropriate. lol
As naija people say – one can always hope