A letter written by Always-In-Trouble to his Dear Mother, Enjoy,


Dear Mother,
May the good Lord grant you Long life, Joy, and Prosperity as you celebrate your 51st Birthday.
Humbly, I plead that you forgive me for writing you late; this is due to certain predicaments on me at the moment.

Sweet mother, life has not been fair to me! In it I have seen more pain than my years, more rain than sunny days, a few smiles and many tears. But I will neither load you wit, h the burden of my woes nor blame you for my misfortunes.
This is because you have left resources that will help me grow in uncle Government's care.

Mum, uncle has proved time and over again that he cares nothing about me. With your wealth he trains his kids in the best schools abroad while I struggle to learn here.
Just last week, my lecturers refused to teach because Uncle did not pay them well.

Last week also, I broke up with Joy; my childhood crush and long time girlfriend.
She has a smile as bright as my future, eyes that see through me, a voice that will fascinate Angels and a physique so beautiful it hurts the beholder.
She looks just like you mum and I loved her.

I never knew she sleeps with men for money; her excuse being that she does so not because she likes to, but because she has to survive and foot her academic bills.
Although our break-up has left me with a wound too deep to heal soon, I do not blame her for choosing that path, as schooling is expensive and her folks are not wealthy.

She is one among many female students who engage in prostitution to pay their way through college.
This hurt has made me take to smoking, and right now marijuana has blackened my heart so much it affects my thoughts.

Mum, I feel rejected by society, friends and family. And at this moment the only family I know are men who have sworn their allegiance to my favorite colour, and by blood have vowed their eternal fraternity.

The formation of this brotherhood was to fight societal ills and oppression, but uncle Government has corrupted their mission. I say so because he has given them weapons to oppress the less powerful, scare his opponents and wipe out his enemies.

I do not support violence therefore, I want to renunce my allegiance to this brotherhood. My only fear is not that I may end up with a bullet in my skull, but the fact that such an event will cause you pain and sorrow.

Dear mother, I know I have said things you are not proud of, please forgive me. For I am only but a child, young and inexperienced, and all I have ever done, I learnt from the ghetto I grew in and the elders you asked to lead me.

Dear mother, I know you share in my unhappiness, I share in yours too. I remain one among your many children, and my greatest wish is to make you happy.
I know you want the best for me. So, I solemnly vow to be the man you want me to be.
Keep having faith in me mum, I'll do you proud.

Sincerely yours
Always-In-Trouble