04/03/2021
Love Letter of the golden days, I wonder if people can write letters anymore .
King Ado High School,
C/o Ojo Giwa Str.,
Lagos Island, Lagos.
Nigeria.
27 -08-1988
Dearest Sweetie,
Time and ability, plus double capacity have forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. I hope you're swimming in the wonderful pool of Mr. Health there. I am also perambulating in the cool breeze of wellness here.
Sweetie pie, the reason why this miraculous thing is happening is because, honey, I love you spontaneously, and as I stand horizontally parallel to the wall and vertically perpendicular to the ground now, I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous girl, put together as fantabulous. I implore you to decipher this my anthem of love oozing out from the innermost pendulum of my thoraxial cavity.
Swetie, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because, I love you more than a snake loves rat. To me each day I start by dreaming of you. Each time I see you, my metabolism suddenly halts and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medula oblongata also ceases functioning.
Crazy, crazy, crazy you may say but this is verily verifiable. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon, you would prostrate. That is why I need to see you vis a vis for a better elucidation through tete a tete. No hyperbole and onomatopoeia, Just simple candidness. Only you and me are protagonists in this subtle affair. As I cogitate and ruminate over the last episode, I genuflex before the Omnipotent and implore him to let this affair emulsify.
By the way, I was bamboozled, scintilated,exhilarated and left in a state of prolonged euphoria by the content of your missive which was quite edifying and exalting. It left my biochemistry in a paradise-like equilibrium.
Empirically speaking, I love you chemically .... I don't ever want to see gloom and doom looming over your live portrait . Let my appellation be scribbled across your heart with indelible ink. If any boy tries to as for your companionship, tell him that, You are leased and caveated.
I think I have to pen off here because I haven't finished studying electrolysis polymerization . But before I evaporate, I will like to revitalize your memory with those encapsulating lyrics which proclaim that your catarrh is
My butter, your p**s is my mimbo, the world's greatest lover is me.
Catch you later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite you because you are too sweet for them.
Goodbye for now,
Your slave in love, your pillow, your cushion.
Babajide Johnson
(Class 5B)
