The last time I checked, you looked good. Good enough for me to ask, ” Are you a 90 degree angle, ’cause you are looking right.”
I remember the first time I came on NS, I was just a naive newbie who wrote terrible poetry and stories my sister laughed at. I however believed I could spin stunners, I believed one day folks would look at me and say, ”who would have thought he would be king.” How Faith Works.
You were on the top five then (and now). I was curious. You made the writer of the month list, I was piqued and a trifle jealous(blushing), I read your first series and I said, ”Kini big deal?” I said, ” abeg make I hear, e no be like say she fit write that good. Shuo!”
So I went through all your contributions, I danced with wicked glee when I came across ‘Abuja’, a poem you wrote that I thought was so BULLSHIT. I was like, finally, something madam no sabi do. And I commented so.
Bad boy I was.
Later, you would tell me it was when you saw that comment that you decided not to like me. You didn’t know I didn’t give a jack then. I just didn’t like you. And I don’t even know why.
Maybe I thought you were being given an undeserved push. Well, the funny thing was I never really read your works. Which goes to show that assumption indeed is the mother of all Fuck-ups. (Pardon my Greek, christian lady).
Sometimes hate just blinds people. The same way love blinds. So what is the deal? You hate, you are blinded, you love, you lose your sight. If you think of it, Mimi, it is better to love someone and be blind to their faults than to hate them and be blind to their good side.
Just me saying. And you can take that to the bank.
One day, I was online, facebooking and enjoying the strike(uh, not so enjoyable now though), I saw a notification for a friend’s request and when I opened it, my mind was like FTW! Why would you send me a request? I had enough problems with my life than to accept a friendship request from someone I didn’t like and who herself was no fan of mine. (Wasn’t it obvious? You never commented on my posts. Hahahaha, gotchu there!)
See, I don’t know why I accepted. The thing is I can’t tell if I am really nice but secretly an asshole, or an asshole but secretly really nice. Dig zat, buddy?
Anyway, I accepted and to borrow a cliche, the rest is soooo histooooreeeeeyyyy.
Or shall we say, it was the beginning of an history. An history of long hours of chats. Hilarious revelations. Badmouth and wisecracks, (for a christian lady, you get mouth o). An history of all-day-long trips down dark tunnels of memories; the good, the bad and the worse. An history of getting-my-back and lean-on-me. An history of being there for me, for you, as the days passed and life became mean and downright bitchy.
What about the nervousness when the electricity of First-Meeting flickered and it seemed we would just become waning figures in the shadow of memory.
We beat that. Didn’t we? Didn’t we?
I like you now, (lols, like ke? I loaf you joor). One of these days, I am going to fill adoption papers and tell my little siblings that they just got a new sister. And don’t you dare laugh at that. Hey, don’t you dare!
I read your stories now. And I see that I got it all twisted. You write neat, you write solid, and you write as if your grandparents had affiliates to James Hadley Chase. That suspense thing, in NS few can do it better. And in an episode, nobody can. At least none that I know of yet.
Hey, you sent me a message as I was writing you this letter, you asked what’s up and I said ‘sky and sun’. I am thinking of a good way to post this to Abuja where you are down teaching these little devils after your narrow escape from the devil’s workshop in Port Harcourt. I think I will send it through DHL since NIPOST is long deader than hip-hop.
I am giving this letter to a friend to send you. Too busy getting in all sorts of mischief to do that. And hey, don’t worry na, I don’t fistfight again, I just tell the boys from the other street, ” I advice you, don’t mess with me, I know kung fu, karate, judo, fistcuffs and tons of other dangerous words.” See?
P.S- I don’t know who leaked this on NS. Cross me…* winking*.