Ifemi,

I feel like writing you a letter like it was in decades, with flowers and perfume on the paper, 'cause you smell just like it. Would it be said I have done too much if I screamed your name in the market square and sang those songs I wrote to you? I wish I was a printer, I would have printed your face in my heart.

To the man I love, did I tell you before? I love your eyes because they look just like the clouds, and your hair like from the ebony tree in the best gardens, and your voice like thunder, that roars on a rainy day, when we dance in it and stay until we become cold and shiver. Your hand is full of vigor, I sit to watch you in the fields and I always run to help just to see you work. Let us stay together forever my lover.