Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss wewe so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that wewe took a bullet for my father but it broke my moyo when wewe left- but I knew it was for the best- wewe needed to get healed, the only chance wewe had of surviving was if wewe went back to England.
I remember I showed wewe so many things: a mbwa mwitu crying to the blue mahindi, nafaka moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught wewe to paint with all the colors of the wind.
There's a full moon tonight, it reminds me of you, half a world away.
A few days together, that's all it took, a few days for me to fall in upendo with you....
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