GRADES

Hi, everyone. I have good news for (some of) you. Your grades are available online.

Reading List 1

Ama Ata Aidoo
1. Changes
2. The Dilemma of a Ghost
3. The Girl Who Can and Other Stories
4. Our Sister Killjoy

Amma Darko
1. Beyond the Horizon
2. Faceless
3. The Housemaid
4. Not Without Flowers

Ayi Kwei Armah
1. The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born
2. Fragments
3. Two Thousand Seasons
4. The Healers

Chinua Achebe
1. Things Fall Apart
2. No Longer At Ease
3. Arrow of God
4. Anthills of the Savannah

Ngugi Wa Thiong'o
1. A Grain of Wheat
2. The River Between
3. Weep Not Child
4. The Wizard of the Crow

Everyone should try to read at least 1 book per author. Anyone who reads every book on the list will receive an award (conditions apply). A second reading list will be posted soon.

CHE SARA, SARA 4

Kwabena to Nokplim

26^th January, 1996

Hello Nokplim,

It gives me the greatest pleasure to be writing to you once again. I hope there is nothing wrong at school. Everything is cool here.

I don’t know if you’ve been wondering why I’d not written to you yet. The reason is that I‘ve been thinking about what we wrote last year (your previous term, to be precise). I’ve been asking myself why I said that I wanted us to be just friends. I realised that I was afraid. When you said that you were afraid that you’d get heart broken; but not necessarily by me, I realised that you wanted me to reassure you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you wanted me to make a commitment to you. I retreated; I took the easy way out and said I wanted us to be just friends.

This is the reason. I’m going to tell you the truth; I know I can’t keep it inside me any longer. I love you so much, it hurts.

I love you. I want to sing it and shout it aloud. One of my greatest fears is that I’ll wake up one day and realise that the feeling is gone.

I don’t know if you’ll believe me when I say I love you; because I know I rarely show it. That’s because I’ve become so used to hiding what I feel. Please, let me show you that I love you. Forgive me if I stumble along the way; it’s not something I’ve done before.

I know I’ve messed up my opportunity to find love. But please give me one, just one, more chance to prove that I love you. Let me begin again and this time I hope (no, I know) I will do better. If you wish, wait until I get to school; then I’ll prove to you that with you in my heart, there’s no room for anyone else.

I’ve come to the end of my plea. I’ve bared my heart to you. Please, if you believe I love you, (this is very important to me, do you believe me?) and if you still love me, give me one more chance. If you don’t believe me, please tell me. It will hurt, yes, very much; but if I know now, I can rebuild the walls around my heart and retreat to heal behind them. Let me end by repeating that I love you. Please, answer truthfully the one question I have asked without any regard for my feelings. I rest my case.

I can’t help smiling when I look at you

To keep from going crazy is all I can do

I’m so defenseless with you so close

And the walls crumble from my body and soul

Write your name across my heart

I want the world to know

That I am yours forever

And I will wear it

Like a shining star

Write your name across my heart

Kwabena

Nokplim to Kwabena

7^th February, 1996

Dear Kwabena,

I know you are fine by God’s grace. I am also okay and studying hard to become successful like you. I thought you were never going to reply my letter so I was very happy when I received your letter.

I have nothing to say but to tell you I believe that you love me very much. Please, give me some time to think slowly about things. I believe with time I can come to a very fruitful decision.

I don’t like the way you are torturing yourself. Please I’m in school and I’m ok. So please, stop tormenting yourself and give me some time.

Kwabena, I really understand that you love me and care about me very much. I feel the words (the Valentine message) I have put together for you will calm you down a little bit, until I make a decision.

I have to end here.

Nokplim writes

P.S. This is a Valentine Message from me to you:

*Want to know my choice for Valentine?*

*If I had to choose between Valentine chocolates and knowing you; I’d choose knowing you*

*Your coming into my life is a special blessing to me.*

*When the Lord brought us together, it was the beginning of a beautiful relationship that has blessed and enriched my life in several ways.*

*To you, I pour out my innermost feelings and the desires of my heart.*

*On Valentine’s Day, I just want to say thank you for being a wonderful, loving and caring person in my life.*

*THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING*

*HAVE A WONDERFUL VALENTINE’S DAY*

Kwabena to Nokplim (Greeting Card)

14^th February, 1996

Nokplim,

With you there is a companion to laugh with.

You’re always there when I need

To share my dreams and my aspirations.

Your magical words of encouragement

Bring me bouncing up when I am down.

I admire your patience and tolerance.

Indeed, the friend in you is not easy to come by,

And it is for this reason you are so dear to my heart.

HAVE A WONDERFUL ST. VALENTINE’S DAY.

Kwabena

Nokplim to Kwabena

At Prep.

Dear Kwabena,

I wasn’t expecting this lovely card from you. It’s a lovely surprise; and I love it. The words are so beautiful.

I have nothing to say but to tell you: THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY CARD YOU SENT TO ME. I hope we will always be friends, and close friends forever, no matter what it costs us.

By the way, the person who wrote on the envelope has a very nice handwriting, like yours.

Your friend,

Nokplim.

P.S. This is my shortest letter to you so far. It is not a letter but a note to say “thank you.”

I MISS YOU. I HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON.

I hope you enjoyed the Valentine’s Day. Don’t ask with whom.

Bye.

CHE SARA, SARA 3

Nokplim to Kwabena

… October, 1995

Dear Kwabena,

I received your previous letter on Monday afternoon. I had already posted mine that morning. I HOPE I HAVE NOT HURT YOU.

I can sense from the letter you wrote that you are going thru a lot of pain and agony because of me. I’m very sorry. Please forgive me for the torture I’m causing you.

Kwabena, why can’t you stop hurting me and yourself by forgetting about me and the love you have for me. I know you will hate me after you read this letter.

Why didn’t you fall in-love with Dorcas? Because, before the B.E.C.E, you guys were very close. I mean you were always teaching her in their house on Sundays and exchanging story books.

I am not sure that we can face the risk ahead, Kwabena. Because I know that if the pains get worse, I will lose concentration on my studies and it will affect me in the future. And the same applies to you. I’m saying this because those who’ve gone into it say there is a bitter part of love – a BROKEN HEART.

I love the story very much and please I want you to do your best to continue it for me. I think it’s perfect.

Now to tell the truth, I fell in-love with you a few months before we went for the excursion to the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum. During this time, you became cold towards me. Most of the time, you kept pushing me away from your company. It was when we went to the Boti Falls that I noticed you were also in-love with me. You refused to show it. So I gathered the courage to ask you if you were feeling the same way I did.

From the beginning, you were pushing me away. How sure can I be that in the middle too, you will not push me away?

I love you KWABENA OFORI ANSAH; but as I have told you before, I don’t want it to exist. I’m still trying my best to forget you and the love I have for you. I hope God will help me to be successful even though I am finding it difficult. It is all because I don’t want to be rejected by any boy. Please consider all these things and bear with me. Please forget about me. Please try again. I also miss you very much.

Nokplim writes

Kwabena to Nokplim

23^rd October, 1995

Nokplim,

It’s always a pleasure to write to you. I hope that by God’s grace you’re feeling all right. Nokplim, thank you very much for that beautiful card. (But it makes me a sad because it points out how heartless I’ve been.

I was very pleased to receive your letter (that was, until I read it). Nokplim, contrary to what you said, I do not hate you even after reading the letter. I can NEVER hate you. I respect your decision. I only mentioned it again because I thought that you might have changed your mind. I certainly don’t want you to lose concentration on your studies. At least, we will still be friends.

Nokplim, why should I have fallen in love with Dorcas? She and I have never been very close. I taught her only because her mum asked me to. We did not exchange books; she had (and still has) access to lots of books and she lent me a few. I never refuse books from anyone. You are the one I love.

Nokplim, I know I’ve been cold towards you several times. And I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me. It was not because I didn’t love you; it was because I loved you (funny, isn’t it). I wanted what I felt for you to go away. (Does that sound familiar?). But the farther I distanced myself from you, the stronger it grew. That’s why I didn’t write to you in your first term. I knew that what I felt was going to show in the letters (I was right). After Boti Falls, I had to write; but I always stopped myself from revealing what I felt. But when you confronted me with it, everything came tumbling out. I understand it when you have doubts about my commitment; after all, I didn’t start very well, did I?

Nokplim, as I said before, I have to accept what you want (even though, I am not sure exactly what you want us to do). So I guess from now on we are just friends:

Bye-bye love

Bye-bye happiness

Hello loneliness

I feel that I could cry

Bye-bye, my love, bye-bye

Kwabena

Nokplim to Kwabena

… November, 1995

Kwabena,

I don’t even know how to start this letter because I can see I have really hurt you. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know I will hurt you so much please forgive me.

I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye before I left. I didn’t want you to get sad about my leaving for school.

I guess you didn’t understand my letter. I stated that I didn’t want to get a broken heart if I enter a relationship. I mean I am scared. I didn’t say or think that you will be the one to break my heart.

One thing you must know is that even if you love me, it cannot stop me from learning. I now realise that you’ve even “stopped loving me” because of the letter I wrote. But don’t worry about Dorcas; I just wanted to know what she meant to you.

I don’t understand what you mean by this sentence: ‘what do you want us to do now?’ Do you mean that you also want us to be just friends? Please tell me the truth and how you feel.

Nokplim.

P.S. I was really hurt by the short poem. Don’t bye-bye me because you’re still a close friend; even if you have stopped considering me as your friend. To tell the truth, you are still close to me. And I can never forget you.

Kwabena to Nokplim

20^th November, 1995

Nokplim,

You don’t know how relieved I am to have received your letter. I thought that you had decided to break all contact. I’m very glad you wrote.

In your letter, you wrote that you’ve realised that you’ve really hurt me. I didn’t know that you had noticed. I thought I was hiding it quite well. Anyway, yes, I’m hurt; but I am quite used to pain. So don’t worry.

Nokplim, you don’t have to apologise for not saying goodbye before you left. I knew you’d be leaving that day; actually, I expected that you’d be gone by the time I returned from town. I understand your reason.

Nokplim, you said that you’ve realised I’ve stopped loving you. Unless I’m mistaken, I thought that was what you wanted. Or you mean I’ve stopped loving you as a friend. If that is what you mean, then you are wrong. You are still my friend. I don’t know what I did to make you think otherwise, but let me assure you that I value our friendship. I don’t want to ever lose your friendship.

You asked if I also want us to be just friends. Well, yes, that is what I want too.

I don’t know if you remember but I asked you for your date of birth. Well, I’m still waiting; unless, of course, you don’t want me to know. If that is not the case, then please tell me. After all, you know mine. Please. I won’t ask again.

The story is getting along quite well; though everyday it gets more and more difficult to write. I hope I’ll be able to finish it. (The temptation to kill either Betty or Simon is almost irresistible.) Please, look at it very and critically (especially, the part they kissed) to see if I left anything out. I believe you’re more of an expert in that than I am. If it would help, have someone else (a friend perhaps) look at it also.

I have to end here. I hope you’ll reply soon. Goodbye.

Kwabena.

P.S. That ‘poem’ was actually a song. There is another one which I like on the cassette. Maybe, I’ll let you listen to it sometime.

Nokplim to Kwabena

As usual

Dear Kwabena,

The pleasure is all mine to write to you this wonderful and lovely letter. How is your state of health? I hope you are as fit as a fiddle. I’m also fine and have started studying hard. I have received your card and I was so curious that I opened it. I hope that you will forgive me. I want to thank you formally for the lovely card you gave me. I really loved it. It’s a special thing to me. I hope sending it to me was just as special to you.

Please, I want to know when you are leaving for school. We didn’t have time for each other when I came home, so we couldn’t talk. We are not very close like first, I don’t know why but it really hurts me. Please, whatever the matter is, tell me about it. I know I will be able to do something about it for our sake.

I really like you and how you are. I don’t want us to be separated but I want us to be close friends. I really mean it.

I hope to hear from you soon.

I MISS YOU VERY MUCH AND THANK YOU FOR THE CHOCOLATE AND CARD.

Nokplim writes.

CHE SARA, SARA 2

Kwabena to Nokplim

24^th July, 1995

Dear Nokplim,

I debated with myself a lot, before replying your letter. I wasn’t sure whether it would get to you before you vacated. But I am sure you will not have the opportunity to reply before you come home.

Puzzles, parable, riddles, etc. Nokplim, your letter was full of questions. I don’t think that I’m hiding anything from you. As for my letters being full of puzzles, maybe it is because I love to play with words. If that makes it seem as if there are hidden meanings behind the words, then forgive me. It is just that sometimes I get carried away by the beauty of the words.

Nokplim, if you feel there are a lot of things for you to tell me; then, by all means, do so. Don’t let me stop you.

By the time this letter gets to you, you may have finished your exams. So I hope that you get A’s in all your papers.

I will like to end here. I know this has been my shortest letter to you yet. Forgive me. I wish you a safe journey home.

Kwabena.

Kwabena to Nokplim

19^th September, 1995

Hello Nokplim,

I hope by God’s grace you’ve arrived safely at school. How are you? I hope your eyes are better. I am alright.

Nokplim, I couldn’t wait to write to you after you left. But I had to write more of the story. I knew that I couldn’t write to you without adding at least a few paragraphs. After a little difficulty, I’ve been able to add a few lines.

Nokplim, you know, I’m still recovering from your departure. Even though I had prepared myself mentally towards your absence, that morning when I saw you in your uniform, I couldn’t stop the feeling of loneliness that passed over me. Ever since then, the feeling of loss has been hitting me in waves. There are times when I am able to take my mind off you. Then before I realise it, my mind is back on you. In those moments, I wish that I could speak to you, even if I couldn’t see you. I miss you terribly.

Nokplim, remember when you said that it is good for a people to talk about things that worry them? Well, there are lots of things on my mind; so I’m going to take your advice. In your second note, you wrote that you were trying to forget that you have feelings for me. Nokplim, I would like to know if you have succeeded; or have you stopped trying? Or are you still in the process?

I would also like to know what YOU feel and think, when I tell you what I feel. For instance, when we spoke the day before you left and I told you the way I feel when I am separated from you, you just said that I was suffering. What do you feel about what I say? And what do you think when I say such things? Do you just tell yourself, this guy is lying? Or this guy is just trying to be charming? Or that he is just saying what they all say; I’ve heard all this before; this is nothing new? Do you believe what I say? Sometimes, I feel I am bothering you. Am I right?

Nokplim, I would really like answers to these questions. I have to end here. Have a nice term.

Missing you,

Kwabena.

Nokplim to Kwabena

26^th September, 1995

Dear Kwabena,

How is life back home? I hope everything is moving on smoothly. I hope you are not worried about me too much because I’m fine. I had a bad dream last night. I dreamt that your elder sister, your uncle and my father came to my school to take me home. Their reason was that you were sick (very sick) and you wanted me to be with you, hold you and pray for you. When I came home with them you were at the point of death. I came to sit on your bed, you hugged me and slept. After some time, you woke up feeling better; and I never left for school again.

Please make sure you take good care of yourself and you don’t get sick. I hope I haven’t taken much of your body away. I hope the hole in your heart has been sealed and the tear in your eye has been wiped away. I hope I don’t ask too many questions. I MISS YOU VERY MUCH.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Nokplim.

P.S. I don’t understand my dream so please write and tell me how and when you fell in-love with me. And please remember to continue my story. Could you please tell me when you will be celebrating your birthday and the colour you like best?

Kwabena to Nokplim

3^rd October, 1995

Nokplim,

It was very wonderful to receive your letter. I am glad that you’re alright. When I received your letter, I thought that it was the reply to the one I had written earlier. I hope you’ve received that one by now.

Nokplim, I want to assure you that I’m feeling very well. So don’t worry about my health. I don’t know why you had that dream or what it meant. I’m only grateful that, at least, it turned out all right. So please forget about the dream.

Nokplim, I used to like questions which began with “How”; but so far, all the questions you’ve asked me which begin like that have been very difficult to answer. I know you want me to tell you how I fell in love with you. But to be honest with you, I’ve thought a lot over it and I’ve found no answer. I realised that it is something that happened so… quietly (I can’t find any other word that can describe what I want to say). Maybe, you can help me by telling me how you fell in love with me.

You also asked me when I fell in love with you. This is also a tough one. Bu this is a little easier to answer. You see, I began to notice that I enjoyed spending time with you. I realised how much I liked it when you were beside me. I realised how empty I felt when you were not around. If you remember, when I was in form three, you used to wave at me in the night. I can’t express how I felt at those times. I tried to suppress what I felt. That is why sometimes I was so cold towards you (I’m sorry for that). I wasn’t sure if I was really in love with you, or if what I felt was just a passing fancy. The reason why I didn’t write to you when you first left for school was because I was afraid that everything I felt would come out in the letters.

On that day, I felt so sad. The urge to be with you was so strong that I went inside. But I was looking through the window at you.

When you left, I told myself that I was very happy, I told myself that with you gone; maybe those feelings would also go. But I was wrong. They intensified. I couldn’t help but notice how much I missed you. I needed a lot of will-power to stop myself from writing to you.

By the time you came home, I had managed to take control of myself. Then we took the excursion to the Boti Falls and somehow, I had you to myself all day. That was the day that I felt closest to you. Sometimes, I wonder what I might have said, if I could have gathered enough courage.

And then you went to school and I wrote. You know the rest of the story. I guess that I’ve not really answered your question; I’m sorry. Why don’t you give me an answer to the same question?

I would like to end here. Somehow, I feel I’ve not done very well in answering the questions. But this is the best I can do. I hope to hear from you soon. Goodbye.

Missing You

Kwabena.

P.S. My birthday is on the 15^th of this month. I’m afraid to say this, but my favourite colour is black.

I know your birthday is already past, but please let me know when it was. I’ll make it up to you. I am sorry I’ll not be able to add to this letter the continuation of your story. I’ve already sent 6 pages. What I’ve written since then is only one page. I’ll add more and include it in my next letter.

CHE SARA, SARA

Kwabena to Nokplim, at Holy Mary Catholic Secondary School, Dzelukope.

2^nd June, 1995

Nokplim,

I am sure that by now you’ve forgotten all about me. Anyway, it’s my pleasure to write you this letter. I am sure you are in good health. As usual I’m not feeling very well. My doctor diagnosed the illness as (get prepared, it’s Latin) Nokplimacus Proximitus. He said that there is only one cure. I am very certain that you’d like to know. Unfortunately, if I tell you, I will die before this letter gets to you.

Let me move on to other things before I tell you and lose my life. Well, I said I would write to you this term; and since I try my best to do what I say, this is the letter. I hope fervently that it would not be the last – but that depends on you.

How is school? I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself. I would like to say that I’m also enjoying myself; but to tell the truth, it is boring at home. I wish I were back at school. Aha! Talking about school reminds me of something. I went to check my results the day after you left for school. I know that I told you several times that I would not tell you my results. But you have several ways of finding out; so I had better give up and tell you. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew already. I’m also telling you because you played a part in my (should I say?) success.

Well, here it is. First, let’s take the core subjects: I had an ‘A’ in English, Maths and Science; and a ‘C’ in Life Skills; and for my electives, I had an ‘A’ in CRS and ‘B’ in French and Literature. All together, I had aggregate ‘8’. So that is all I have to show for three years in school.

As I said, it is very boring here. I spend the day reading books, listening to music or just thinking (don’t ask me about what). I am trying to teach myself how to use the computer. But it is like trying to thread a moving needle in the dark. I am also trying to write a story – perhaps more than one – but it is hopeless.

As much as I hate to end this letter, “all good things must come to an end”; and anyway, it is 1:00am (I’m not joking). I have to try to sleep. I say “try” because one of the symptoms of my illness is insomnia. I hope you will reply my letter quickly.

Looking forward to your return,

Kwabena.

Nokplim to Kwabena, at Housing Down, Adenta.

14^th June, 1995.

Dear Kwabena,

It’s my greatest pleasure to write to you this lovely and wonderful letter. How is your state of health? I hope you are faring well despite your illness (Nokplimacus Proximitus). For your information, I have not forgotten about you. I always think about you; especially, about the times we sat and talked together.

As you know I am in good health but my eyes always pain me. Kwabena, please I want you to tell me the cure to your illness so that I will see whether I can help cure you.

Kwabena, congratulations you’ve done very well. I wish I were in the house to give you a hug for a job well done. Once again, congratulations.

Why do you like talking so much about death? Let me tell you one thing, I don’t want you to lose your life because of me. You have a very wonderful life to lead now that you’ve passed your examination.

I waited for your letter for such a long time that I nearly gave up; but before I knew it, it had arrived.

It’s fine here at school; but I’m not enjoying myself. I’m always learning. I know you will be enjoying yourself because you have passed your exams. Also, your friend (the girl you told me about) will come back into your life so that you can enjoy it 100%.

Kwabena, please I want you to explain the role I played in your success. You told me earlier on in the letter that you were enjoying yourself; but you wrote toward the end that you’re bored. I am curious about what you’ve been thinking about; and what makes it boring. What story are you trying to write?

Please, try to sleep and stop thinking about everything that is happening (maybe at home).

I want to end here with greetings to everyone. Take care of yourself. I miss you.

Nokplim writes.

Kwabena to Nokplim

27^th June, 1995

Dear Nokplim,

Once again, the pleasure is all mine to be writing this letter to you. You know, I didn’t have to guess who the letter was from. The moment I held the letter in my hands, my illness eased a little. So at that moment I knew who it was, I’m sorry that your eyes are hurting. I wish sincerely that I could feel the pain in your place. I hope that knowing this would make the pain easier to bear.

I am overjoyed to learn that you’ve not forgotten about me; and even more so, to know that you also think about our little chats. I thought that I was the only one who enjoyed them.

Nokplim, you can do something about my illness. It would not be permanent, but as long as you keep writing, the disease will not be fatal.

After reading your reaction to my results, I wish I had gone to check them when you were at home. The thought receiving a hug from you makes me tingle all over. There is nothing better I would like from you than a hug. Actually, there is, but…

Nokplim, I don’t really like talking about death; though, I admit that I dwell more on the dark side of things. Well, what can I say? It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy. But then most of the time my joy is fleeting. You see, it takes very little for me to trust someone. So that when the trust is shattered, I am devastated. I try to remedy that situation by surrounding myself with an air of indifference and gloom (maybe that’s why you said I’m unfeeling).

I’m like a tortoise; I hide myself in my shell to avoid being hurt. Unfortunately, the few times I’ve revealed myself, I’ve been hurt (I’m not talking about the girl). In fact, you are the only person I have mentioned that incident to. And after telling you, I’ve felt much better.

You know, Boti was one of the few occasions that I emerged from my shell. I have never had such a wonderful time before. I really felt free. Nokplim, I can’t write everything I feel about this particular topic. So maybe when you come home (and you can spare some time) we would talk more about it.

Well, Nokplim, you want to know the role you played in my success. Well, it is difficult to explain because it is more psychological than physical. The truth of the matter is that you gave me a wonderful mental boost the day you gave that envelope with the heart-warming inscription: “To a very special friend.” I held that message in my heart until the last day of the exam. I would have been very disappointed if I had not lived up to expectation.

Nokplim, about your question on what I’ve been thinking of, let me just say that I’ve been thinking about everything and nothing (and certainly not about HER). As far as I’m concerned, she is dead, uh…oh, there’s that word again. Sorry, I won’t mention it again. I have more enjoyable things to think about… like you. As to why I am bored, the answer is simple; it’s because I miss you. I miss talking to you. As for the story, forget I even mentioned it. I will try to sleep; but remember, as long as you keep writing, I will be able to sleep. (It’s afternoon now) so you see, I’m improving.

Painful as it is, I have to end here. Take care.

Missing you,

Kwabena.

P.S. How special is the “special” you wrote on that envelope. P-l-e-a-s-e tell me.

Nokplim to Kwabena

7^th July, 1995

Dear Kwabena,

I’m very sorry for not saying goodbye before I left for school. I am sorry. I read the note you left; but I couldn’t wait for you to return from town. That is why I couldn’t say goodbye to you. I hope you have forgiven me.

I am very pleased to have eased your illness. Please I don’t want you to keep me in suspense. Please continue this sentence: “there is nothing better I would like from you than a hug. Actually, there is, but… (But what? Please continue).

Kwabena, please I have to tell you something. Your letters seem too complicated. They always have hidden meanings, like a puzzle which I have to crack my brains before I understand. (I mean you talk in parables). I’m beginning to suspect that you are trying to hide something from me. (Please come out with it).

You said something about trust. Do you mean you trust me? If you are not talking about the girl then who do you mean hurt you? Could you please explain the following (I am quite at a loss to understand): “I have more enjoyable things to think about… like you.”

You said, when I leave for school you miss me and you also miss talking to me. But when I come home you don’t show it. Grace asked you a question about the decision you’d make if you were asked to choose between Dorcas and me. You said that it would be an easy choice to make. Please tell me what you meant by that.

I am really confused. I feel I have a lot to tell you but I don’t know what to write. The reason is that there are hidden things in your letter. Please tell me about them.

Please, if you reveal the hidden messages in your letter, I will also tell you about the “special” I wrote on my envelope and I will explain.

I would like to end here with greetings to everybody.

Nokplim writes

P.S. Please, write and tell me about all the things you are hiding from me. I hope you will reply soon. I MISS YOU.