A Letter to Rora

Dear Rora,

I was cast abode, the very first time you blinked those eyes, as blue as the Serene White heaven Beach.Despite my sound education and profundity, I refused to believe they were fixed (artificial); I gave them that natural assent that originates from 'it doesn't matter' heart. I wasn't confused, I humbly must confess; either I wasn't seeing maidens of the Red Sea or biblical eve. Pusillanimously, you look the image of Mumi water.


I wasn't lost in my thoughts; I was in you, sincerely. The evidence cried to high heaven; it drove up to mount Everest and had no regards for Kilimanjaro. We've known for long and I wished to pour out my heart. Just like the sailors, I was determined to sail through the turbulent ocean. Exactly in the shoes of Peter, I was ready to cast my nets into an uncertainty enveloped sea. I truly knew that I had all it takes to make you a queen, more precious and valuable than the English Elizabeth; the very best and nothing but an Angel. Albeit my pockets occasionally suffer diarrhea, yet antibiotics and antiparasitic agents were always around to save me. No matter how bad it would be, we never could fall off the beautiful radar of love, affection and compassion. I Will be your king, and you, my queen. To heaven, oh heaven, that creates men and women, I have always wanted to be under the chain of your Love. Even in my dreams, I had written you a poem; I had passed on messages using my eyes in real life.


'Take you the hot chains of love, oh damsel.
And place it on my neck.
Draw me through the hot plates, and I graciously will follow you like a he-goat of far north'.
 How I wish you had read it. How I wish you had seen it through the valiant vicissitudes of nature. It could have made you stay behind me and never embarked on a journey.

For long we knew what the calls meant for us; that very calls to be that which we had for long planned and wished to be in our imaginations. To visit that moon, such a lovely and isolated world. It would be you and I alone, not even a soul would come in between us. The night at Feruz stand, the close tight conversation at the Crunches and even the ever memorable night at Golden valley pool, they all gave good assents that we were meant to define ourselves. Even the beautiful morning at love garden and memorable hug at Chika Bestest Station. You should be my missing limb, the only queen I would adore, the candy on my tongue; the very yellow flag of my life. You did even tell a friend that I am your prince charming. Same day I heard it, I made up my mind to propose. Should I use the word propose instead of my lovely and freshly tapped "engage"?


The confession I never made now hurts my esophagus, even my heart. Lagos, full of bright lights and lagoon frosh smells, told the world it was a holiday. I never visited Victoria Island even for a first time; I only knew of Idumota and Surulere where I grew up. I never knew some places in Lagos knew peace and serenity until you opened the heaven on Earth gate of Victoria Island for me. I barely had found myself into the mansion of your father, and you began to cough. Although I knew it was your usual unseriousness, I still held you by the waist and messaged your stomach as if it all comes from there. My hands slipped down a bit, beneath the skirts and you jerked and gave me a playful slap on the back. I offered you the water in my palms and watched as you gulped it down. You would later take it again gently, and that was the moment you took my world. I wished I was the water; running down your throat to be in your forever.

Dear love, I never cared of stories of your past (which quite good sounded horrible and terrifying). Love they say is blind; I blessed divinity for making me happily blind. We truly must have made mistakes in our various lives, and I saw you as an opportunity sent by divinity for two nasty compeer to swim in an ocean of crude, condensed and unrefined love. You weren't standing far from the vivid image of your alter-ego. Indeed, we were the realest of all, and I (a hard time playboy) wished I had met you in the first place. If you had come in my path, barrow Pushers would probably never had thought of converging with Airpeace pilots. What wasted days of mine!


Same night I rushed to my Lodge and rehearsed the hell out of me, you made a trip. I truly wished to be my true self, exactly the way I wanted you to be yourself. Even though we had met to devour each other and move on, the trap caught us and opened the door of best wishes. I stopped for hours thinking of how best to put my words forth. I knew you would accept me; you weren't good at hiding your previous 'I will' rehearsal script.

I would start by reminiscing on what we have been through, how Providence changed our lives for good, how we have built strong truth in the past three years. The whole script was on my memory; I have them offheart even now that I write. I was only confused of the nail phrase to use.

"You have been the best thing God gave to a living soul. Would you let me into your life forever as husband?"

The above was the first and below is the second:

"The sky is full of stars, they say, but my heart see only one and that is you. Will you marry me?"

At different times, none sounded better than the other. Most days, I repeated them; I truly wished to say that best for the heaven I see on Earth.

Indeed, I finally made up my mind, and on getting to your doorstep to release the most precious phrase of my life, your demise crumbled my world. They said you were kidnapped, raped and killed by the unknown yet I knew they were lying for the Angel can't die and can never encounter such. It's two years since I was told the fallacy. D write back love, do come back my world. I will take you to the moon and there we shall wed in love.


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