PenAStory Love Contest Entry #16 – VIVIAN OKEKE


“Honey you have mail!” Amanda called from the parlour. Who could be sending me mail? We had just moved into our new home in Lekki and I haven’t had the time to change my address in my documents. I bounded down the stairs with a confused frown. “who is it from?” I asked, as I reached out for the letter my wife of just two months was handing to me. She shrugged, “no address” she sniffed, then with a dramatic squeal she ran to the kitchen. “my rice!” 

I shook my head at her dramatics. I frowned down at the regular brown envelope. It was just blank. No names, no addresses. Well, only one way to find out what it says. I opened the paper inside and froze. Everything faded to the background. I would know this neat and beautiful writing anywhere. Sharon. My dead wife. Who has been dead for four years. I was trembling like a leaf as I sat down to read.
My dearest Steve,
                How are you? If you’re reading this letter, I guess cancer finally won. Am sorry. Because I couldn’t prevent your pain at the loss of me. You feel things so deeply and you tend to shut your pain in. Well, am happy to know you found a way to love again. I gave Joe, our lawyer, specific instructions not to show you this letter until you were married and in love again. Am so proud of you honey.
             From the first moment I saw you at old Ref in our University, I knew you were it for me. Your courageous heart and quirky smile was the clincher. You are so arrogant, yet caring and oh so romantic. This letter is just a way of saying thank you. For putting up with my vomiting, crankiness and bad vibes during the course of my illness. Am so glad I looked beyond your rough exterior and saw the diamond within the man. Even now, as I struggle to write, I feel blessed for having known you.
            I love you. There is no greater word than that. You are my best friend and lover. You are the best half of me. Don’t remember me as I was in the end. Think of me laughing and dancing among the flowers. We will meet again, hopefully not too soon. But one day, when you’re old and ready to pass on, I will be waiting at the end of the tunnel. Look for me in the light.
                                     Love, Sharon
I didn’t know I was crying until I felt Amanda brushing my tears away gently. It felt like a weight I didn’t even know was there had been lifted out of me. I was finally letting go. I love you, I whispered in my heart. I love you too, I felt her reply in my soul.
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4 Responses to PenAStory Love Contest Entry #16 – VIVIAN OKEKE

  1. Tessy says:

    Wow….this is really lovely dear…I almost cried tooo….Big ups to the author


  2. Prince says:

    very touching but there are times we just need to let go…


  3. The letter moved me.. Letting go is not an easy thing to do, but we must do, in order to heal. Good write-up!


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