Kia... I de usually spray perfume for the paper to make it smell like me. Noting beats old Sch wayz

Only time I did this was when a classmate of mine in final year threatened me if I fail to write him a love letter to his crush then .
High school was fun , can't forget when we had ' garri carnival' in ss3 and principal flogged us mercilessly.
My school was one of the best then with schools like Lerato, Jelly las, Elias , Providence heights ,Folbim all in Agege
Others are community grammar school when 'mama coste' from Vetland grammar school headed as principal .
Memory lane ...

Nicklaus619:
I pick this pen from the golden basket of love

I hope this letter gets to you in good health, if so Doxology

Those lines are for me
I use that lyrics .

Esther my first and truest love, she borrowed my note and left a letter at the back, that was how we continue writing each other back and fort until we both graduated and got admission in Uniabuja, isn't God wonderful then she eventually took my virginity in year 2, uniabuja that year, I took her virginity too,
I remember how we graduated to night calls and how we promised never to leave each other, the day she saw a girl text messages in my phone, she cried and I cried too and we end up having passionate sex , we promised never to leave each other, babe is now married with 2 kids .

Up till this moment, we communicate every now and then

So she end up marrying another person?
But why

I didn't do this then cause na principal pikin I be. Pale don low pesin self esteem with his penetrating gaze in a smirk. My pale na real man cause d focus wey I get na through him.

I did write for a couple of friends and lectured them how to whenever Dem meet.

Why not snap and post them?

bhella10:
I still have a copy of one them letters

Did this shii once in School

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

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My personal person. Papa beat craze comot my head that time because anytime I dey come back from school, Nah like 6 pencil go follow me come.

Nah we dey always take those mathematical sets. Teachers pen disappear tire for my hand.


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

See my Comrade in love bizness, that year!

With me seriously romancing physics, chemistry and further maths, dreaming of becoming another Michael Faraday or Isaac Newton, there was no way I could have time for this. Nigeria can kill youthful dreams sha. I have to settle for engineering when I considered that pure science won't lead anywhere other than classroom with nothing to do any serious research. Those days, I dreamt and dreamt science. Love physics like kilode.

Mikepoza:
Kia... I de usually spray perfume for the paper to make it smell like me. Noting beats old Sch wayz

Hm.. this your own na Grandpa level. Lol

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

Who do ya jazz? Dem suppose Don tie u, pour fuel by now nah!

topoftheworld:


So she end up marrying another person?
But why

Baba she's the only girl in her family and her parent set her up with arrangee marriage with one former minister like that, the dad was into local politics and the man made him local government chairman that time, chai, I never knew I could recover from losing her, she refused the arrangee, she parked her things and ran to my house after our youth service in a different state oh, the parent are in Anambra, while we live in Abuja, just to avoid the marriage, after two months, I got her work and we where both working and trying to put things in order to go do introduction and traditional marriage, during this time, she stopped answering her people's numerous calls, we where just in the house one Sunday afternoon watching movies and having good time, nah so landlord knock for my apartment say people they find me, I came out to see her parents with four mopol, I was handcuffed for kidnapping.


The babe was crying, she refuse to let me go inside the police cell alone. , las las I took undertaking never to see her again.
And that's was how she was married off by force to a guy she does not love.
Hard times that year bro, guy man never balance that time, I wish things turned out as we planned, Esther was the perfect woman, beauty with brain and humility.

Chuknovski:
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

Yeah that cupid �
I dey spray my big cousins their perfume inside the envelope before I seal am, cum write 'kiss b4 u open "
Na me be the Cubana that year

Nicklaus619:


Baba she's the only girl in her family and her parent set her up with arrangee marriage with one former minister like that, the dad was into local politics and the man made him local government chairman that time, chai, I never knew I could recover from losing her, she refused the arrangee, she parked her things and ran to my house after our youth service in a different state oh, the parent are in Anambra, while we live in Abuja, just to avoid the marriage, after two months, I got her work and we where both working and trying to put things in order to go do introduction and traditional marriage, during this time, she stopped answering her people's numerous calls, we where just in the house one Sunday afternoon watching movies and having good time, nah so landlord knock for my apartment say people they find me, I came out to see her parents with four mopol, I was handcuffed for kidnapping.


The babe was crying, she refuse to let me go inside the police cell alone. , las las I took undertaking never to see her again.
And that's was how she was married off by force to a guy she does not love.
Hard times that year bro, guy man never balance that time, I wish things turned out as we planned, Esther was the perfect woman, beauty with brain and humility.

Sorry about that boss,
Some parents eh, so they believe u will never make it in life or bcus of their selfish political ambition.

Just move on boss and God will bring better lady across U.

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��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

I was the master of love letter writing then at AGS,Ilaro.1985/86 set.My secret then are the greeting cards I inherited from my uncles.My friends used to pay with either mince pie or a bottle of soft before I will pen down those romantic lines for them.Tekinology has taken over.

CharisEleos:
I didn't do all these because popsy never allowed anyone of 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

Now feelings are read on social media. No feelings again.

maoolakanm:

I was the master of love letter writing then at AGS,Ilaro.1985/86 set.My secret then are the greeting cards I inherited from my uncles.My friends used to pay with either mince pie or a bottle of soft before I will pen down those romantic lines for them.Tekinology has taken over.

U be baba for the game then.

topoftheworld:


Sorry about that boss,
Some parents eh, so they believe u will never make it in life or bcus of their selfish political ambition.

Just move on boss and God will bring better lady across U.

Thank you brother, respect.

oloshun:

Now feelings are read on social media. No feelings again.

I'm telling you.

4ckTOT0:
Rubbish. Na why una no fit get sense

Hey bro, we've got nothing to say here, you know we were still small then, hence our inability to relate to what's been discussed here

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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��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

I still remember the word "doxology" very well. Sweet old time

Love letter written in 1960 and currently read in the Old School students meeting last week Saturday.

Ogangamodu grammar School,
P. O Box 20,
Ido Ekiti
Western Region,
Nigeria.
16th March, 1960.

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 ��‍♀️��‍♀️��‍♀️��‍♀️

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��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️��‍♂️

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DamnNiggar:


Lol u dey there

Lalasticlala

na WA why you no add Ditto 4 dia na

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inoki247:
Na me b the mail man...

FutureIsFemale:
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.

Abeg no vex. na which school you been go? I can't help but imagine

Mine then, if loving you is a crime, let me be a Criminal.

OmovuduTheBeast:
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 swear, na today I know say Agbayas full this forum.. Instead of mumu Op to be ashamed that he simped on a girl he didn't even see her pants. He dey happy. Na their generation spoil this country. Generation wey 90% na cowards .unserious and weak generation.

Team "If so, doxology"

Instagram, Tweeter and Facebook has killed the sweet love we used to Know.

Our women has all turn to blood sucking vampires

I never did this. How person go come dey write love letter