Dear Njideka (8)

It is a pity. A dem pity. I thought you was matured but it is now that I know that a standing breast is not a sign of maturity. It is me you are insulting, and for what? Because I love you? Because I told you I love you? Am I the forced man to do TT? Am I the forced man talking to you?

Peradventure you think I am not a somebody. Let me tell you, I am a somebody. I have just opened another shop in cloth section selling jorj and woodin and many many other things and this December gonna be great in this market. Not because I am writing you letter.

I thought you were matured but now I know. You are a small girl. Anyway, it is my fault.

Hopewell Okoronta Esq.

My present from Hubs.

I thought about whether to share this for a long, hard while because I think I like to keep such things to myself, mostly. In the end I decided that as a writer, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

http://africanshirts.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/sometimes-i-think-id-be-sad-if-you-died.html?m=0