Please forgive me. It was not an easy decision to make. I still love you. pic: Byo24 |
Time and opportunity have forced me to send off this wild missive over to you that side, with a pierced heart leaking fountains of endless sorrow.
How
are the wagons of life pulling for you over that side of the deep blue ocean of
love?
Locky, my dear, my heart
is suffering a big headache. I suffer from the geographical path that now separates
us.
Sweetie,
maximum love and sweet memory have metamophorsised into surprising phantasmagorical
circumstances and I find
myself forced to do the painful task of making this pen do a gingerly dance on
this cursed piece of timber.
Yes, God cursed this
piece of timber a long time ago when it was still a seedling; one day it would become
this piece of paper that now carries the cries of my weeping soul to my lost
love, Locky.
Lovie, please don’t jump
out of your skin and try to dance in your skeleton when you read this letter.
Firstly, l acknowledge
your painful existence at the sudden and bombastic deprivation of my sweet
love.
You ask me how are you? As
for me l am half orange and half lemon meaning that things are half sweet like
an unwanted visitor’s Mazoe. In other words, I am half-half, the carrying system of a donkey. I
am fine. Loneliness only.
Now you ask me, ‘but why
loneliness when I see in the papers you and Lizzy?’
Sweetie, please understand.
Mine wasn’t an easy decision. I had to close eyes and choose.
Besides, you look the same.
Lovie, you know I would do anything for you. Even
brush a crocodile’s teeth for you. Tickle a hippo’s balls. But, sorry, I just can't be yours anymore.
When they met their own women in the street,
did they say ‘pss, sisi ndakudai, I love you, but which party does your father
support?’ Did they ask ‘are you Dynamos or Highlander? Ho, so it matters when
it’s the Prime Minister of the Country? Ho, because it’s Morgan from Buhera they
become Chief Justice Chidyausiku and want to judge me?
And I know she was once a girlfriend of several of these Zanu 'young turks'. I know them. But some of these very people saying this ka, their wives once loved Nigerians and now they are having problems with measuring up.
Sweetie, please don’t despair. Don’t rip your
heart out and throw it far, far away. Keep your heart. I still love you. I love you
over than.
But I just can’t be with two women. I am the
Prime Minister of the Country.
With love.
Your darling Morgy.
PS: SWALK ( Sealed
with a lovely kiss )
Oh my aching ribs!
ReplyDeleteMy dear cynic, hw cn u denigrate the man who carries the hpe of Zimbaweans on his shoulder, in such a manner? you must be respectful, bt hahahahahahaha, u slay me kikikikikiki
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