Thursday, 6 February 2014

A Mechanic's (Okon) Love Letter To A Typist (Nkoyo)



                                     
Dear Nkoyo,

I am cannod hide this fillings akane. I yust passing the frontage of ur afis now now. I am saw you pointing finkers on your typing meshin. I wan you to no thad I am always like to seeing you pointing finfer on your combuta, becos I wanting you to pointing finkers on my body like thad.

Nko, my ching kum, let me starting on the bikining. Thad time I saw you dong ako, I was koing mad wid madness in lof wid you. Nko, nod taken my lof adfansmen bad bad. Is yust thad I cannod hole it akain.

I lofs you yust like inuen liking abakpa, like abussy liking ekpai. Efrytime I see you around the corner, my hart will do me like it is wan to comot from the contena. Please my enyel, I wan a replication of this letter. you are the only sprocket on my moto cygle, the only pluk in my meshin, the only brake pad in my moto car. I lofs you. I will blok you letta.

Your boi o boi,

Okon mekanik.


If you were Nkoyo, what would your response be?


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