First of all, i want all of you to know that i am not a representative of Momodou Sabally neither am i speaking on behalf of conservatives. I have never met Sabally and infact, we do not share similar political beliefs. Infact, i once tried to make some political corrections and he blocked me on facebook, and even that, i blamed myself because i should not have directed my anger to him on public forums.
It’s been a long minute. I don’t know how it happened and who stopped reaching out first. All I remember is that it’s been almost a year of no serious talk and well, I sorta kinda miss our goofy conversations. Writing this, I just realised that most of the people I could/can really connect with were brought to me by the Internet. You were gift-wrapped and sent to me by Mark Z and I remember getting a bit excited by the request from ‘one cute boy’, as I had explained to Mata.
Five times each day, you call me into your presence to converse with you and pour my heart out. Who better to solve my problems and comfort my soul than you? When I talk, you always listen, urging me to go on for you’ve got all the time in the world. When I come to you, millions of other people like me are also in your presence. Yet, you listen to each one as if they were alone.
I’ll tell you a story. I beg not for your pity, nor do I wish to see you angry after hearing it. See, I have watched you grow from a distance, turning into a fine young man. The apple surely does not fall far from the tree. I watched as you went through our traditional rites of passage, wishing I were near you, to provide the love and comfort only mothers are wont to give. I noticed your eyes grow cloudy and your heart heavy, as you watched your mates run into the safe arms of their mothers.
