God looks down on us even when we can’t look up to Him
Hello Lovely Family, It’s a Monday and we are back with a #LetterstoGod. I am super excited to present #Dharmie our guest writer who has packaged this wonderful letter. Just dig in and do not forget to drop your comments and share.
I was in bed with Kunle when You called last night, I was wondering why You called.
Twenty something years ago or more maybe, I dropped from the skies.
Some said I had a mother but I doubt that was true.
I grew up on the streets- That was the only home I knew.
Many call me runs babe but I would rather be called a man magnet.
I sleep with men, all shapes and sizes for their money and the bills they pay.
Just last week, Caro died of AIDS.
I still wonder why I tested negative, we both slept with the same men.
The night club where I work, the Police came to raid last week.
They arrested everyone they saw,
It was something about a murder case.
How they didn’t see me in my room that night, I really cannot explain.
Just last month, my period didn’t come,
I took a test, it was positive.
I couldn’t figure who the father was, Saheed or Khaleed?
They both had me the same night.
So I sorted myself with sniper.
My new client was a robber, he got killed today by armed men.
I was hit while trying to escape from the gun battle.
Ouch!!! The pains from the doctor’s knife,
This is torture, I can’t believe I survived.
Now I remember, it was a priest who brought me here.
I remember he gave me a small leaflet when I was moved to the theatre.
I couldn’t read it, my eyes were still blurry.
But I saw it, written in blood red prints,
“He still loves you”.
I don’t know how I know, but you’ve been here all along,
Even though I wasn’t good enough.
I can’t even dial your number,
I don’t even know how to make a speech.
But if you can hear me,
We need to talk-
Please call me back.
Lost but found.
Grace finds us
Say no to Insurgency and Yes to a peaceful Nigeria.
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