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Dear Cindy,
I hope this finds you well. I know you did not expect to read anything from me, not now that I have parted ways with your friend.
Whenever you stumble at any mistake in my writing, kindly bear with me, I am not myself and have got no time to proofread.
I know this has come as a surprise to you because we have never communicated leave alone meeting.
I want you to assume that I am writing this from my grave, I wouldn’t lie knowing that I have no time to repent my sins.
From deep in my heart I loved your friend, with all my flaws, I assure you I did.
Cindy, when I first met your friend, my heart desired to have her. I perfectly knew this was an influence of the admiration of my eyes, I was never myself for the whole of the time we had together.
When she agreed to go on a date with me, I was the happiest man on earth. Look, Cindy, I could not concentrate yet I am many years above teenage.
She is sterling cute. When the day came, I felt great assisting her to take the stairs to our Eden. It was such a nice feeling though she felt over pampered. “This makes me look fragile and I hate it,” I remember her whispering.
Cindy, do you remember her previous predicament? For a time I felt like I was doing an injustice to her. Being the Mjengo guy that I am, I feared my rough hands would further dent her already fragile body.
After consulting my conscience, I vowed to heal the scars that threatened to deter me from loving her, that was the end of my worries, and she became a very special person in my life. The rubber hit the road and I navigated through the runway until we were airborne.
It was the best flight. As my co-pilot, she played her part well until the jury decided to reinstate my job as a driver.
I had very few options, I decided to take both jobs, it is not easy to drive when you have perfected the art of flying, and this becomes extremely hard when you have a perfect co-pilot.
I did my best. Cindy, I had other responsibilities, do you know I have a farm that I must attend to besides my flying and driving obligations?
During this time I could not comprehend the language of my navigator, your friend decided to complicate things.
When she left me to steer the plane alone I was heartbroken, I couldn’t figure out how I would do it alone.
God works wonders Cindy, as I write this, everything is off my shoulders now, and I can afford a genuine smile. For me, the road is clear now. I touched down safely though I did not reach the desired destination.
I was confused at first when your friend left the cabin. I could not figure out if she was annoyed by my taking back the car or how I managed the plane during the flight. Thank God someone decided to shed some light on the whole thing.
I am a new being now. When you see your friend, please let her know that I have no hard feelings, I am now the same person before we met. The flight was not smooth but I thank God we all came out alive.
My worry is what if her scars fail to heal? But wait I remember she said she has already taken care of that and that she does not need my help.
In three weeks’ time, I will be taking a voyage that we had promised each other to be together, she won’t be there but her place has been taken, taken not by anybody but creativity.
It’s time to go now, this is a no-reply message. Goodbye Cindy.
