Hello Magda, How is life in the city side, how’s everyone at home? Hope your siblings are still schooling, to better their lives you know, to have a bright future,I’ve kept silent for a couple of weeks meditating on the whole drama, but today I feel like I’m ready to let if flow, to let go!Why did you lie to me all the days we’ve been together? Why? Why did you choose to hide the skin after solely slaughtering the ram,Why are you so mean to yourself that you burry your own footprints? Or were you afraid that the fruit you found would turn bitter someday?

We all have a past that we would be more than glad to burry, but don’t you ever regret for making mistakes, you’re not the same person you were yesterday,Life must have been tough since the demise of your old man, the guardian, sorry for the loss by the way, we all shall leave, though no one knows when,I know it is not easy to rub their faces off your memory, especially when they leave randomly, without a goodbye note, it hurts alot, you know,Anyway, to make the heading shorter, I would be more than glad to attend your wedding Magda, maybe someone understands you better than I,

From the days when the world was desperate to survive, when the global intruder broke into our streets, leaving everyone with a running nose,You acted like auntie Magdalene, you went on to rub my feet with your expensive oil, you softened my heart but now I guess it’s getting harder again, The picture you drew back then was so close to the one I have always dreamt of, that’s why I followed you blindly, but now that I know it was dust on your face, I withdraw my case,You were just playing the part of a poor man’s daughter who gets married to a butcher man who eventually happens to be a wealthy Prince, son of Igwe… So, I wish you well, Magdalene.