Dear God,
I had to muster a ‘lotta’ courage to write you
this letter, please don’t get pissed with me, because there is no way on Earth
that I can stand your vex, as one of your authentic sons. First of all, I ‘wanna’
thank you for all thou have given me, beautiful children, a beautiful and
soulful wife, a family filled with love, Mum and Dad, nice motor bikes, belief
in Self. But most importantly that gift, the ability to shift gears when the
context calls for it and being able to generate and evaluate several different
options in order to respond effectively to any situation, adjusting to any
condition that I face instead of struggling with the way things are. Thank you
God for all your mercies, but shey you also know that I have worked hard for
all that I have today, with the talent you blessed me with. In short BABA, you
built me for the Nigerian roads, no shaking, who born dem.
There are so many things that confuse me about you
which brings me to the real reason why I’m writing to you. But I guess you
already saw this coming, no be you, Alfa and omega.
