I just came across this letter and had to share it with you guys. I was laughing my ass off reading it. What do y'all think?


At school, July 10, 1978

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

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 H2o 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.

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.

Wow this is serious

A lot of people do drugs going to school or collage I presume thats what she was one.

OH my days!!!!

see heavy grammar!!!

Really heavy and some scientific love vocabularies

ha ha love letter form

guy who wrote dat must have been on some heavy igbo smoking spree!

na real old skool naija love letter lol

if u no write this during ur time, u don miss real toasting

omo dis leta gangsta o!

i go write am give one girl and watch her reaction. .

I love the letter not only cos it made me laf but cos I feel technology has wiped out true romance. I also think the more technologically advanced we get, the more illitrate people become.Hey, I'm all for technology but not when it has such adverse consequences. Just my opinion sha.

if someone approaches me dis recent tym, wid dis kind of mentality, i wil launch a slap on the person. . . .AHAAA!! See all the big grammar nah.just too much.lol

Ohhhhhhhh! God bless those good old days. Wow!

I need a dictionary oooo

Black men are the same the world over. Nobody can beat them with the words. A guy in college used to write me letters filled with big words and song lyrics. This brought back memories. This letter also looks like it was written by an American jailhouse poet.

I really love this i wrote one when i was young too hahahahahahahaha

reminds me of the grandiose with which Shakespeare wrote most of his plays,  too much preamble.

lord!
u gotta love those days man
shiet some of my toasters write me somn like this nau (to laff ofcourse )
instead of em damn e-mail facebook n whatnot messages!

. . .those days were the shit mehnnn. . .

~ Crap & Waste of Ink ~ I dnt remember writing any of those ~ Truth is, the one I posted didn't get delivered. ~ Why let my hands do my mouth's job? ~ Game speaking is it! ~ The worst that can happen are insults & 'me' settling sum1's medical bills ~

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send to a babe & watch her reaction just for kicks.
im saving this for the next quarrel i have with Aunty, beats having to apologize!
rotflmao

chai!!!! love nwantintin

^^^
let dead dogs lie please