Dear Asaito,

Dear Asaito,By the time this letter gets to you, I would be on my way to Ekiti having completed my NYSC program. The time we had with each other was great but I don’t think we will ever see each other again.
This isn’t for death or for a bad incident, but I have decided to go back home.I know this will come as a shock to you, as I have made a promise to you in the past, one I now deeply regret, due to my inability to fulfill such a great promise. Asaito, when we began our love affair, I thought of you a great deed. I still remember the day, like yesterday, when you came to deliver the usual Akara your mama often sent to me. I can’t imagine what happened on that fateful day, I don’t know what moved in the air when you appeared but you looked different.

I still remembered how the firmness of your bosom comforted me, how the rhythm of your soft behind became my play thing. How can I forget how my Iroko swarm in your river Nile. It still plays on my mind, the sweetness of your voice, when you asked me if I love you after we were done. Asaito, how could I say I don’t love you? it signifies the end of what we just began. I am sorry to say but I didn’t trust you to still come back if I have said no. The word - no - would have destroyed what we could have had and forgive me because I couldn’t take the chance. It excludes me that I haven’t explicitly told you why I am writing this letter to you. I have found myself to be reverting on what has happened in the past.

Do you remember January, when I went home for the new year vacation? In my honest way of life, I told my mom about you. How, being far away from home, you have made my NYSC program a good and enjoyable one for me. I told her of your dark skin, melanin popping, whitish eyelids and all. I told her about your cooking skills, how well you can prepare amala dudu and efo elepo rederede.This, I did, so she can see you the way I see you, and appreciate your essence. I immediately knew it was a wrong choice when she asked about your educational background and I told her, you only managed to finish secondary school. She didn’t say anything further and I found it difficult to swallow the morsel of pounded yam I had in my mouth that evening.Asaito, I am sorry to have kept this from you for months. I couldn’t bear to shatter your dreams. I couldn’t handle not having you in my life anymore. I thought of how boring Osogbo will be without you, how rough my eating schedule will become without your touch, how unkindled the fire in my heart will be if you decide to put off the light of your love.I kept this on, it disturbed my mind but I didn’t want to discourage the love you had for me.

Deep in my mind, I hoped my mom will change her mind about you, that it was only a matter of time. I finally got the news. It felt like all I did was postpone the evil day. I got a call from my mom last week. It was sudden, shortly after my Passing Out Parade. She said I am to come home to meet a certain Cecelia, who is the daughter of her friend.I couldn’t reject this invitation and its okay if you thought I didn’t fight for you enough. Ever since my dad was killed by robbers in our 3 storey building, my mom has been my only helper. She has gone out of her way, multiple times, to give me the best. How could I, her only son and child, go against her wish? I am sorry I chose her over you, I am sorry I wasn’t a man of my words. But if given the opportunity again, I will pick her a thousand times. I hope you understand my reasons. Your love still rings in my heart, sometimes makes me breathless. I know with time, its loudness will soften in my heart when I don’t see you for a long time.

Asaito, take good care of yourself. In this letter you will see ten thousand naira, use it to buy Christmas clothes and look good among your peers. Say hi to Tolu and Sade. I sincerely hope that they will understand and forgive me for what I have done to their friend. Till we meet again. Image source

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