Phone and social media has stepped things up to a whole new letter. But back then this was how love letters look like and common amongst secondary school students.


Dear Sweetie,

Time and ability plus double capacity have forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. I hope you're swimming in the wonderful pool of Mr. Health there. I am also perambulating in the cool breeze of wellness here.

I hope you are swimming in the pool of love?
If so doxology.

Sweetie pie, the reason why this miraculous thing is happening is because, honey, I love you spontaneously, and as I stand horizontally parallel to the wall and vertically perpendicular to the ground now, I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous girl, put together as fantabulous. I implore you to decipher this my anthem of love oozing out from the innermost pendulum of my thoraxial cavity.

Darling, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat.
To me each day I start by dreaming of you. Each time I see you, my metabolism suddenly halts and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medula oblongata also ceases functioning.

Crazy, crazy, crazy you may say but this is verily veritable. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon, you would prostrate. That's why I need to see you vis a vis soon for a better elucidation through tete a tete. No hyperbole & onomatopoeia, simple candidness.

Only you and me are protagonists in this subtle affair. As I cogitate and ruminate over the last episode, I genuflex before the Omnipotent and implore him to let this affair emulsify.

By the way, I was bamboozled, scintilated, exhilarated, and left in a state of prolonged euphoria by the contents of your missive which was quite edifying and exalting. It left my bio-chemistry in a paradise-like equilibrium.

Empirically speaking, I love you chemically... I don't ever want to see gloom and doom looming over your angelic live portrait. Let my appellation be scribbled across your heart, with indelible ink. If any boy tries to ask for your companionship, tell him that you are leased and caveated.

I think I have to pen off here, because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis polymerization. But before I evaporate, I like to revitalize your memory with those encapsulating lyrics which proclaim that your catarrh is my butter, your piss is my mimbo, the world's greatest lover is me.

Catch you later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite you because you are too sweet for them.

Goodbye for now.

Your slave in love, your pillow, your cushion and your butter on bread!

Seyifunmi Ayotunde
(Class 3B).

Only 60's, 70's and early 80's will understand.
Indomie generation stay clear��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

U no add " Ditto" at the top leftside of thr letter.

donbachi:
U no add " Ditto" at the top leftside of thr letter.

Lol u dey there

Lalasticlala

Darling, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat. We did that shit that year

I didn't do all these because popsy never allowed anyone of us to see or talk with boys. You're dead.

Though I wrote a lot of romantic diaries which twinny took and ran off one day. I chased her that day like a mad chicken but ah... She read it!

Good old days when penning down your thoughts and feelings on paper was fun.

You guys forgot to add " Doxology". Lol

'I picked this pen from the basket of love' was it for me

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you just took me to memory lane bud, and usually it ends in a glamorous affair along with the cesspit of eternal companionship

We didn't do that. Na sissy boys dey do that one nah. Our own na to break people lockers and steal their belongings

I was an expert in this. In 1997 I was in my JSS1, I had a good handwriting, infact most of my senior boys took me as their son because of writing this sort of love letters for them.

I was virtually untouchable cos the big bad boys in our military school then had my backs.

Unfortunately I never had a gf till I left secondary school in 2003.

I often concluded by please remember to meet me at our rendezvous behind Iya basira shop

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Na me b the mail man...

I didn't even have time for this in Sec school, was shy as a motherfucker but was good at it cause I helped a friend write one and he sure got the chick trapped with it...

DamnNiggar:
Phone and social media has stepped things up to a whole new letter. But back then this was how love letters look like and common amongst secondary school students.


Dear Sweetie,

Time and ability plus double capacity have forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. I hope you're swimming in the wonderful pool of Mr. Health there. I am also perambulating in the cool breeze of wellness here.

I hope you are swimming in the pool of love?
If so doxology.

Sweetie pie, the reason why this miraculous thing is happening is because, honey, I love you spontaneously, and as I stand horizontally parallel to the wall and vertically perpendicular to the ground now, I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous girl, put together as fantabulous. I implore you to decipher this my anthem of love oozing out from the innermost pendulum of my thoraxial cavity.

Darling, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat.
To me each day I start by dreaming of you. Each time I see you, my metabolism suddenly halts and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medula oblongata also ceases functioning.

Crazy, crazy, crazy you may say but this is verily veritable. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon, you would prostrate. That's why I need to see you vis a vis soon for a better elucidation through tete a tete. No hyperbole & onomatopoeia, simple candidness.

Only you and me are protagonists in this subtle affair. As I cogitate and ruminate over the last episode, I genuflex before the Omnipotent and implore him to let this affair emulsify.

By the way, I was bamboozled, scintilated, exhilarated, and left in a state of prolonged euphoria by the contents of your missive which was quite edifying and exalting. It left my bio-chemistry in a paradise-like equilibrium.

Empirically speaking, I love you chemically... I don't ever want to see gloom and doom looming over your angelic live portrait. Let my appellation be scribbled across your heart, with indelible ink. If any boy tries to ask for your companionship, tell him that you are leased and caveated.

I think I have to pen off here, because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis polymerization. But before I evaporate, I like to revitalize your memory with those encapsulating lyrics which proclaim that your catarrh is my butter, your piss is my mimbo, the world's greatest lover is me.

Catch you later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite you because you are too sweet for them.

Goodbye for now.

Your slave in love, your pillow, your cushion and your butter on bread!

Seyifunmi Ayotunde
(Class 3B).

Only 60's, 70's and early 80's will understand.
Indomie generation stay clear��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

Always returning from school with pieces of papers full my bag. Had a lot of guys admiring me then. I was the most intelligent maybe that was the reason they came around.

Hahaha ha
Yes and no

Na 2go we take start.

I still have a copy of one them letters

Ditto designed with love sign

See me just smiling here now...

That doxology though

lol, you forgot the cupid arrow piercing a heart or love shape, i remember buying so much greeting cards, i really miss the good old days, am also greatfull to be alive...THANK GOD

Ofcos

Rubbish. Na why una no fit get sense

I swear down....I no do this one...

Not that I'm much an Indomie generation though

I was this shy type...hmmm

Brief story of me...


I belong to this group of 7 boys in my sec school days, we do things together, play and study together, then in same school, we also had 7 girls who do things together....hmmmm

6 from the boys had theirs from the other group of 7...na only me come remain....and one pretty girl from the other end.....
After some years of singlehood, my group had to speak to our spokesman to go ask the girl out for me so the circle be complete.....bros, I begged this guys to let go that plan, hmmm...I was shy but they insisted and executed the plan.....Jah be praised, the girl refused.... But her yeye friends still have to go ginger her to accept and even had to set us up for a meeting.......Jah please let the ground open, I can't stand this bae.....luckily for me something came up and their plan failed....
Babe was also a shy type though....
One day on my way to the class, someone just ran and hugged me and said I'm hungry.....I've been hearing of goose bumps...they should be another name for what came out of my body that day.......cuz even my head became heavier.....had to manage with my heavy hands too and reach out to my pocket and gave her #50...that was when I realised her friends were watching from afar....jeez...my snacks money...aaahhh
My yeye friends now.....come and see hailing...... After then...bros the see babe pianu till ah left the school....me no want wahala....

I ended up finishing as a virgin....I made mama proud...

I had no time for this back then but I observed some people doing it.

Honestly

Sheuns:
Ditto designed with love sign