LETTER TO JOHNNY

I can vividly remember how your life changed for good. Was it not that job as a security man in one of the oil companies in Lagos? Now you have a house and a car. You spend money like a farmer weeds grass from his farm. All they ladies in town are fond of your money, not you… But that doesn’t matter to you now. You were in London last month, and now you are in New York, just having fun. I heard that you have divorced your wife, and she is now living in her father’s house, with your three children.
Have you forgotten how she fed, clothed and housed you? She lied to her parents on many occasions, just to put food on your table. The little money she earned as a sales girl,  all went into the bottomless pocket of those who promised you Job. if you have forgotten, let me refresh your memory, because of you, she lost that same job.

You were sick, vomiting all forms of liquid out of your stomach – you nearly vomited your intestines, she couldn’t leave you alone at home, not knowing what might happen to you. Like an Angel, she cleaned your mess, cleaned you up and took you to the hospital. She couldn’t go to work that day, and she was fired the following day. After your recovery, you were busy singing her praise like a bee, you said she was an angel from heaven. Yes! she was.

Do you remember that old man who sold his old car and gave you the money to start a business? (you wasted the money). I’m sure, you can never forget him. He died last month, I was at his funeral. The whole of my being was disappointed. If anybody was to be absent, it shouldn’t be you. He gave you life, he stood by you even when your sick mum said you were worthless – her soul rest in peace. He sold some part of his father’s land, just to enable you finish your degree. I’m talking about your father. If he have the chance, I’m convinced that his only burning desire is to visit you every night, and give you ten lashes of koboko, just to remind you of the ethics with which he brought you up.

I have a good news for you. your ex-wife has not remarried. I also have a bitter bad news for you, two of your children died last year in an auto crash. The only surviving child is a girl, and she has sworn never to recognize you as her father.

You have rewritten the destiny God personally wrote and gave you. Just look at your life, I can’t believe you wasted it so easily. Very soon, those drugs will fail to sustain you, and your big belly will deflate like a balloon that has been pricked with a needle. Those two cheeks will shrink, like those of your dad, before he died of dehydration – you could have extended his days on earth if you fed him well. God bless his soul. As Africans, we take pride in growing old and dying on our bed, with the assurance that our children will be there to cry over our body, and most importantly, give us a befitting burial. Yours will be the contrary of our said pride, your poor dads burial will be that of a king, when compared with what lies ahead of you- doom and shame.

Luciana died last year, her mother told me so. She died after trying to hide her HIV result in vain. She committed suicide. You tried hard to feed me with lies concerning your heath, and you succeeded. But the thread of lies you used in stitching my eyes broke into pieces, when I got to know about the cause of Luciana’s death. I weep for the destinies of the innocent girls, that have taken her place, as your lover.
You are heartless. You shouldn’t destroy poor lives, you personally destroyed yours. Do not take anymore your revenge on innocent bodies. Pray to God diligently, you still have a chance to be with him.
Rest in peace, in advance.

From your brother in this battle field (life)
@iglinson

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