She called me on phone and said that she doesn't understand anything again and I was perplexed because I wasn't understanding which part of the course she did not understand because I myself understood everything about the course but I wasn't ready to explain to her because I had no time.
‘’Chioma, calm down and tell me, what exactly did you not understand about Imianology？‘’ I asked her and she said,,
‘’The part that says, ‘’dydx = 0.‘’ and at once, I was flabbergasted because that was a major part of Imianology which I was not ready to explain on phone. So, I told to meet me in school.
That morning, I took my bathe, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and after looking through the mirror as I had dressed up on suit, I left.
My house was located close to a school. So, when I saw some students still arriving, I knew it was not too late. Don't mind me, the watch on wrist does not show time. It is just for fancy. So, I headed to the junction to take a ride.
Chioma had been a torn in my flesh but I don't know how to discard her yet because there are somethings coming through her. So, I had to obey. I don't even know the place she's coming from but I believe it's one of those Igbo villages and I heard that her father is a top politician in their place but she behaves otherwise. The summary of it all is that I like her but there are somethings that I am not comfortable with about her but the most interesting thing about her is that she hardly gets angry. Instead of Chioma to to shout at you, she would start crying. Even when you're at fault, she would come apologizing. It seems she has spoilt me though because I don't even know when I am wrong any more because she keeps apologizing instead of me doing the needful.
So, on this particular day, she called me and I knew something was up. Chioma cannot call me on phone and ask for my help on solving dydx = 0 when there are so many tutorial masters in her school. So, I hurried up to meet her but I had to see some of my friends who give me updates.
That afternoon, as we settled down for business, she brought out her note book and opened it but it was empty. So, I asked her, ‘’What is the meaning of this？‘’ She said, ‘’
‘’I actually had no assignment, I just want you to write a love letter for me.‘’
Momentarily, my world collapsed, I was gasping for breath and my world seems to have collapsed in my very before. So, I asked her, ‘’To who？‘’ and she replied, ‘’My future self.‘’
Gradually, myself came back, my mind relaxed and my hand formed into a clenched fist as I grabbed the pen.
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This girl will not kill me, I thought to myself as I addressed the letter to her:
Dear Chioma,
It is not a coincidence that you have come thus far in life. When you receive this letter, just know that someone loves you and His name is Jesus. You can always feel Him beside you when you pray.
I ended the letter and another tussle started which was who to describe as the sender. So, I wrote, Yours in Heart,
Imiano.
We started arguing. She said that that wasn't an official way of closing a letter and I told her that I was not writing an official letter but a casual or semi-casual one for that matter and she broke down in tears. Just when I was about to start consoling her, a secondary school boy came by and we asked him to tell us which among us was right. Going through the letter, he shook his head in disgust. I could notice the frown on his face as he made some corrections and dropped the book as he left.
When he left, I picked up the book and make some changes by closing the letter with such words as:
‘’Yours Agriculturally,
Imiano.
‘’
I cannot come and kill myself. There are a lot of proplems in the world already and you want me to spend two hours trying to write a love letter to your future self. As I stood up to go, I reminded her that I was not going to be in town for three weeks as I was going to face life and make a living for myself. She said I was always welcome to her house whenever I came back. So, I returned the key to her house which she gave me on certain occasion and left.
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