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Dear Faith,





I should write about today's dinner party, where this wee selfie was taken, but my fingers has refused to type on...
Yesterday, I was trying to explain to Isaac on how I have lost interest in taking pictures at events and maybe I need a photo check.

Dear Faith,
This picture means a lot to me.
I remember how we use to pack our bags, books and mats to 'finger park', review our lives each month, share our struggles, laugh at boys who admired us and join our hands in prayer as we groan in tongues.
Look how everything has changed, life just happened.
I learnt it the hard way this year, that you can like/love something or someone but you can't own or be with it/them forever.
Friendship, Love, kindness and care need space to strive, maybe that's what tests the realness in them.

Dear Faith,
You're still the very strong, fashionable and beautiful woman that I admire.
I love your hair do to night, I need some sought of inspiration to make mine, the one beneath my hair wrap was made by Lane- Favour last month, while I was preparing to leave for Ake Arts and Books festival
Maybe my faith in the fact that nothing ever last, saps my interest for a hairdo.
I tell people most times, that, I just love my natural hair, but the truth is ; I just don't like carrying things that are not mine and that won't last.
But, I will try to make my hair at least for Festival Poetry Calabar, so I look sweet like you.
You know what? My mum confuses Lane-Favour for you. She thinks you're Lane-Favour. Yes! Lane-Favour is nice as you're, but you will always be my Fathy baby and I will always be your V-e-r-a-l-y-nistic

Mum keeps asking about me having a fiancee, I keep repeating "nothing last"...Maybe I need some kind of prep talk to get this off my head, Maybe I could just try...No! but "nothing last".
I keep telling people who approach me for relationship and friendship that "nothing last", I'm always advised to enjoy it while it lasts, but how do people do that? You leave five different relationships in a year, leaving parts of your body in houses you may never return to.
I like to keep my body here in my house, till I get a ribbon from the moon pointing to home where my body belongs.
As I write to you, I'king at Mariama Ba's "So Long a Letter"
Because, I know when we meet again the signs on our bodies will not be important.
The essential thing is the quality of the sap that flows through us.
You have often proved to me the superiority of friendship over love, time, distance, as well as mutual memories have consolidated our ties .
Reunited we will draw up a detailed account of our faded bloom, or we will sow new seeds for new harvests.
FathyBaby...
I miss you.
My love for us is deeper than an empty pocket.
Love!


With the dearest of love,
Veralyn Chinenye.

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