My Dear Sarah,
My dear Sarah,
This may be my last letter to you,
As I am writing you now I am on my way to the theatre
I am booked for a lung operation by 7 p.m. today;
My prayer is that the operation is successful
But if otherwise,weep not Sarah.
Now I shall tell you my wish
For I don't know what tomorrow will be;
This year you will be thirty-five,
Long enough to be mother Sarah.
I therefore wish you make up your mind
And become mother this year;
I would have loved to see your child,
A true replica of natural beauty you are,
If God wishes I will.
My dear friend, join not the folk
That see this God's gift as burden
And consumed their babies' lives with theirs;
Children are tomorrow,they are our extension,
They are the shining jewel on our crown,
They are the ever valid testimony to our lives.
I therefore join you in prayer:
Mama born you ,you shall bear yours;
A banana sucker does not dwell by the river bank
And still be barren,you shall not be barren;
The family of locust knows no barrenness,
May you never experience barrenness.
On this note I will stop,
If we meet again we shall smile,
If we don't Sarah,
Remember this and make my soul happy.
It is well.
Your loving friend,
Kayode.
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