I can tell you have a smile on, at the prospect of reading my letter, but sugar-girl, wipe that smile. I have no news about boys or my lover to share; my family is as it always is—sad.
I write to ask if you have heard of the city with walls of jasper, streets of gold and a pearly gate? Oh Grace have you heard of the city that needs no light; for their king is their light? I heard there’s neither night nor day, and its people are always gay. Grace, have you heard of it? I plan to make my trip there, but I may have to slit my wrist or befriend my father’s old friend; the noose. But Grace I think it’d be worth it, I have lived life at the mercy of fate for far too long, perhaps they could take my numbness away, perhaps they could make me happy. Oh Grace, I know that would be too much to hope for, but I got nothing to lose that life hasn’t already taken. And before I forget to tell you, my lover has wed Suzanne, and she’s carrying his child with joy; I can neither know love nor bear children. Grace do you see reasons I need to go?
There’s nothing really to live for; I’m a traveler tired of my journey.
P.S please write back; I’d love to hear your words . . . one last time.
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Monaleesaah is a black skinny writer and singer, who can be a substitute therapist, and can be baited and thus kidnapped with pounded yam.
P.s she loves, white, black and grey
Your letter didn’t not meet me well my friend. Emeka my husband died last month and like you know already, I bore him no child. I’m supposed to marry his younger brother so I can taste of my late husband’s wealth because whether I like it or not, I, a barren strange woman can’t take their son’s wealth. The family says It’s tradition.
You see, after I got letter and saw the city you talked about, i thought maybe i could come with you, but I’m not quite sure that the wrist slitting or the noose will get us there. Can we find another way?
While you think about it, I want you to know that I’m praying that we don’t meet there the ill-fate we’re running away from here.
Wait for me.
Yours in pain,
*blinks rapidly* I’m not crying.