A LETTER TO MY DEAR FUTURE WIFE

Dear future Wife,

Hey there future wife, It’s me again, your loving future husband.

Uhm, I was just checking on you, you know how much I would give just to see you,

Though I have never really met you, except in my dreams but I guess you can call that faith.

Faith that one day i will get to see my lady.

How is your boyfriend though?

 Is he cool and good, treating you like a queen?

Does he treat you to lunch?

Calls you every hour because he misses you, surprising you to dinner?

Not in a local diner but an exquisite five star.

Does he tell you how much you mean to him?

I hope he doesn’t do all of the above, not that I wouldn’t want him doing that but,

Because it will be the fastest path for you and him to part and I will be waiting for you

Because you belong to me, even God knows that, so my wishes girl,

Are no crimes, my love.

Well am not perfect you know, i refused to be 100% perfect

Because having such a man, is a dream farfetched. I like watching cartoon

Tom and Jerry is my favorite. I love movies and music

Psst! I hear they say music is medicine to the soul, I guess am always sick he! he!

I have a penchant for cuddling you know i always dream of holding you in my arms.

In bed when with rain we are blessed and its soft pat on the roof feels like a lullaby

And I cuddle you like how I hug my pillow, not letting go and nothing separating you from me.

Ok, I know that’s too much but, i thought you should know that about me.

I have to go for now, though I hope we will get more time to talk,

Laugh all night and crack jokes. By the way I have a special request for your boyfriend,

Please ask him to go slow and soft with you. Oh! And please,

Could you not give everything of you to him? If he asks why, tell him the future is big and bright.

Tell him also that you are a jewel, a jewel that should be handled with care.

 And please, take care of yourself, my patience and I will wait for you as long as it takes.

 As long as neither my patience nor I give up.

So don’t take long dear.

By Githinji Kiiru