Hey
boy, since you just heard my name again, how do you feel. You want to
stop reading. Yeah I understand but I think you should know better.
You have heard some dude talk about me. Those dude are ‘scallywags’.
Yeah, that is the way they behave. They chant Jesus like imbeciles.
They disturb you with their noise. When you approach them with a
problem, they have no mind of their own. They just chant Jesus like
they are paranoid or senile being.
But
now you are here again. Another ‘scumbag’ is delivering you
another note from me but all you are doing is looking for something
to put you off. You will definitely find one. His handling of the
package might not be to your specification because you did not order
for it in the first place. I sent it to you, so leave how he handles
it to me and focus on my notes to you. Let my investment in you
count because I know you are not stupid. My dear friend read between
lines. If you claim to be half as wise as you are, please read
between the lines. I don’t know when your next package will arrive
and I don’t know what condition you will be when it arrives. So pay
attention to this.
Now
let me tell you how I feel about you. I wanted to whoop your ass many
times because you have been too stupid to see me. I have even whooped
it sometimes but you seem not to see it. One of my delivery men told
you but you hated his gut so much that you just wouldn’t listen. It
was one of his many hallucinations. Yeah they are always like that;
seeing strange things and saying gibberish. Oh boy, you have let what
people say or do in my name colour you prejudice. Every time I drop a
note for you at your door, instead of you reading my notes, you were
disgusted by the way the delivery man dressed. He looks shabby and unkempt and that made you just throw all my love notes into the bin.
You look at him and you did not see the precious gifts in my notes. I
sent you many gifts but they all ended in your trash. The delivery
man had no idea of what I sent to you. Yet your eyes were on him. You
detested the odour of his mouth, you cringe at his dress sense. You
laughed and mocked his incoherent words, his accent was a put-off.
There was nothing good about him. You did not bother for once to even
check the package I sent you. I was hurt. I was mad at you and at a
point I got tired of you. But I kept sending different delivery men.
I once sent you one who was well put together but you felt he was too
good to be true. At a point I felt you were a bastard. Yes I did and
if not that we have a common father, I would have held unto my
assumption. Why did you not read all the notes I sent you. The world
taught you a strange philosophy, " You cannot separate the
message from the messenger", and you kept that message glued to
your heart and you became a hypocrite. You started showing people
your own good part and the only thing you say about my delivery guys
are their faults and weaknesses. I looked at your stupidity and for
once I saw how stupid you were. For real you are the ‘stupidiest’
person I have seen.
Please
go and rest. I know I have chide you enough because I am hurting
myself.
©Isaac
Orimogunje
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