I write this letter to everyone who adores the name Nah- Tasher, I don’t know where you took it from, but I know the first person to own that name was probably a descendant of the other kingdom,
Or probably something close to that, why are you so ungrateful even when they call you after their mothers..? Why? Why are you so greedy that you want to eat all the snacks around?
There are billions of them here on earth, some light, some darker than midnight, some with crocodile eyes, others with round eyes like the African owl, which one do you prefer?

Whoever taught you the “synonyms of love” should be arrested, right choice of words but wrong destination,
A very smooth tongue with layers of lies, but inside, unpredictable like a kitchen towel, maybe that’s why men fear that name,
There’s a game you love playing, hiding the king when we’re playing cards, wearing masks when we’re playing hide and seek,
Where did you acquire that skill? Those long midnight calls when our heads are tipsy, sleepy, drowsy, please just call me by my African name, I’m tired! 🥵