Mite be a old one, but i'll stil share it

How many of this kind did you write in your days (secondary school days)?

The guy writes,


Dear Sugar
Time and ability plus double capacity has forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. Why! this miraculous thing happened is because papie I love you spontaneously and as I stand horizontal to the wall and perpendicular to the ground I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous guy. papie please Stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat. To me each day starts by thinking of you and ends by dreaming of you. Each time I see you my metabolism suddenly stops and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear My medular-oblangata also stops functioning.
Crazy crazy crazy you may say but this is true. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon you would understand. That's why I need to see you face to face with you, soon. I think I have to pen-off hear because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis and polymerization. Catch you pa- later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs ever bite you coz you are too sweet a thing for them.
Yourz Ever,
Sugar tapi tapi

and the girl replies,

Dear Honie
My Love, My Sugar, I was exasperated with pride to have received one from you, the lungs in my body flapped with joy when I have been reading your letter. Anyway by now you have reached the realisations to why I am jotting this small letter to you, yes it is to see if you are keeping with the sands of time.
How is everything on that other side of yours? Well here everything is just half lemon half sugar to make it Schweppes. How is your schooling? How are you pulling the wagons of life? I am just pulling the schooling thing like a donkey pulling a cart.

My honie, I am missing you very much right now, my heart is perambulating with every word that I write, if it was not for these oceans that decided to flow between us then I would get on the next bus to come and see you, but until then I know that I will not hesitate to put this blue blood on this paper and write to you. I remember that day lovie, that one sweet day as Maria Curry sanged it, you know that it is my favourites song honie, the one day that we were boarding the combies and you escorted me to my home, walking with you just brought sweet dreams to me for the rest of my life honie.

If words of love could ride a bicycle I would be competing against marry carrie. Anyways, I will not stop you from reading the books that give you life and education so I will stop here for today.
Please always writing to me because I am missing you like sugar misses tea. You can see my foto above

My dedications to you are:


Maria Curry - One Sweet Day.

Boys to Main - And of the Rod

Keep well my mop of my heart, Yours in flesh and in blood, Ruise Sugar Baby

P.S. Sorry about my English, I did not learn anymore !!

romade:

my dear contactuzo,
As i pick my pen from the golden basket of love to sketch u this few words of mine i hope it will meet u well in the well.
Hope u know this is the writing of ya sista risiKATUHAHI saying hi
The main purpose of writting you this letter is to gist you of what is happinin at home since u left.
1.Mama just bought me a new pair of container sandal because i carry tenth and its d first in d family history to passs like that
2. papa promise to take me to nta channel 7 during christmas so i can see people drive in and out from the other side of the road
3. aunty Isabel born this morning i don't know if i am an uncle or aunt because i don't know d sex of d pikin.
4.your friend Gambari is doing party d nyt before as he finish capenta learning.
Hope ur garri, kulikuli and sugar still remain.
I will have to drop my pen bak now as d ink is fading. remain kul but don't freeze
forget me not
ya sista
RiSikAtuLAHI

im lafn with tears in my eyes!!!!!!!!
u sure say no be you finish carpenter learning, come dey throw party!!!!
and of course my garri and sugar still dey,but i no dey use kulikui i prefer original groundnuts!!!

@poster: first letter sounded like it was from a girl, nice though!

na the guy dressing i dey trip for

cool outfit

i love ya top

D guy na village gangster!

ayusman16:

D guy na village gangster!

Guy=Your Uncle

Nope. Your father

funny primitive love letters. , . . . . ,

na wetin we go use for we ladies

Do they still write love letters this days?

nah text messages and internent

Our girls sabi flash.

very soon MTN go dey charge for flashing

Please call me. I love you.

if na only this one info, our girls dey sharp pass

infact, if you give girl ur number to store, she go add *133*1*yournumber#

ituen tu dey give girls no

dont mind am

Girls don use am do mugu

My dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of beauty a.k.a romade

I hope this letter meets you in a fabulous state of metabolism, if so doxology. My principal aim of writing this letter to you is to gravitate your mind towards a matter of global and universal importance, which has been troubling my soul. The matter is so important. Even as I am writing, my adrenaline is 100 per cent on the Richter scale, my temperature is rising, the wind vane of my mind is pointing North, South and East at the same time; the mirror in my eyes has only your divine image.   Indeed when I sleep, you are the one in my medulla oblongata, and I dream about you. I went out to sea in my dream, and I saw you: surrounded by H20 and you in your majesty rose from the abdomen of the sea like Yemoja, the avatar of beauty. Oh, Lord be with us! We are thy servants.

As you can see, I am in a serious dilemma. And I want you to take my matter seriously. At this junction, what our Lord said on this matter is germane.  He says we should ask, and we shall be given, we should seek and we will find, and that we should knock, and it will be opened unto us. I am this 10th day of the seventh month in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and seven eight, asking, seeking and knocking at your door. My prayer is that thou should open so that thy servant can enter. I want to wake up in the morning and see only your face.

I want you to be the only sugar in my tea, the only fly in my ointment, the butter on my bread, the grey matter of my system, the oxygen in my head, the planet of my universe, the wall clock of my room. The conveyor belt of my soul. I pray that you realize the gargantuan nature of my predicament.  If you refuse, my life will be like tea without sugar, like a snail without shell, a Xmas goat without a horn; in fact I'D become an orphan.  In fact I'D kill myself. What is life if I can't wake up in the morning and behold your face? You model of pulchritude, patiently created by God on a Sunday morning before he went on a deserved holiday. Please Bose, let me be your Romeo. Make me the Adam to your Eve. Shakespeare said it all: if music be the food of love, play on. I want to emphasize, universally and responsibly, that you are love itself. You are the metaphor, oxymoron, thesis, antithesis, irony, gerund, conjunction and the adverb of love.

At this juncture, let me also say that geography of your body is a permanent alleluia. Not from your body, ammonia, urea and iodine- you are too beautiful for that, what I see in your body is milk and honey.  At this juncture, brevity is the soul of wit. A stitch in time saves nine.  Procrastination is the thief of time. An opportunity once lost can never be regained. Make hay while the sun shines. All that glitters is not gold.  The journey of a thousand years begins with a step. What God has put together let no man put asunder. To be a man is not an easy task even if God's time is the best. But time waits for no one. A man without love is like a fish out of water. I know you are a sagacious girl. If you like the veracity of what I am saying, please fill the attached form and let me have it pronto. The mark at the bottom of this page is a kiss from me to you. I remain Your beloved, faithful, loyal, One and only admirer.   

The attached form, which has become brownish with age, is itself a study in youthful naivety. It contains such questions as what is your name?  Age? Do you have a boyfriend? If yes, please state why? If no, please explain?  Do you love me? If no, state why. If yes, doxology. What is your hobby?  Which is your favorite food? Mother's occupation? Father's occupation?   Are you from a polygamous home? Is your father rich and handsome? Is your mummy also a paragon of beauty like you? What do your parents want their son-in-law to become in life?

See as ur letter dey,

No wonder u never get girlfriend. NA which girl sabi read this thing far back in 1960?

Becos gabby couldn't read it doesn't mean all girls are like that

Gabby looks like lysaa
thats where the mistake is

infobaba:

My dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of beauty a.k.a romade
Please Bose, let me be your Romeo. Make me the Adam to your Eve.

neva av i bin so 

:d