This Note is For You

This note is for you- that person reading this who knows that its you. Youve been my friend for 5 years, only God knows what Ive put you through. Ive given you laughter, Ive given you fear, youve given me the security to write these mushy things here. A lot of the time I *may* have not been very nice, but you stuck on me like white on rice even when I was trying to be waakye. I dont want to give a speech, all I can say is that you taught me things 4yrs in someplace couldnt teach. So this is something Ive been wanting to do- this note is for you.

This note is for you-you the one reading this that knows that its you. We've always been really close but we've not really been really cool. For a lot of the time we dont see eye to eye: you think im stubborn and i think youre a *boring* kind of guy. But despite our differences we dont need to build fences, cos im of you and youre of me,grounded in the same root-that leaves nothing to hide. So on this family tree there'll always be different shades of green, but I look up to you like a lower leaf searching for a sunbeam. So well, this is something Ive been trying to do- this note is for you.

This note is for you- you that person reading that knows its you. Words fail me in describing our relationship, a sister or a teacher? Or my own personal cheerleader? All of the above, but more importantly like that star above- leading me to the Christ, although Ive not always been very wise. And not always been very nice-we all know I had some issues, but everytime I tried to be cold you would present love like a tissue. And now Im on my own, you cant imagine how I miss you- like a toddler off training wheels, I try to ride tall, but cos Im still working out my balance, every now and then I fall- and youre always the second person I call. Because you reminded me that my first should be Jesus-and Hes perfect so I shouldnt be less. My sister my teacher my friend, a lot of what I am I owe you. So this is the least I can and will do- This note is for you.

This note is for you- you that person that knows that its you. The first day I met you you took my heart like it was your stolen property and you had found the thief. Sixteen going on seventeen: I was so naive- and your hands on the piano keys produced the sound of music- you'd take care of me. My everything I gave freely-every single thing including that thing that if I say it some people will kill me ;). For whatever reason- you found me amusing when I tried to be pleasing, when you said you loved me apparently you were just teasing. I gave everything you took, and you plundered like Captain hook- piracy. My bad boy you introduced me to the streets- walking with you at three am looking for a taxi-only you were drunk and virtually asleep on me. You taught me the harshness of reality- that love isnt all it is cracked up to be. Never in a million years did I think we'd end up here, cos your people had millions there and you hung out with hoodrats- slumdog millionaire. But I looked through the haze to the man that I loved- I couldnt erase that you were the one I cant have. I loved you then, I love you now, and I probably will always do. But love cannot survive independently- this note is for you.

This note is for you- you that person reading that knows that its you. For all your contribution in my life, for which I couldnt take the time to independently acknowledge. For all the experiences Ive had with you- and for all the knowledge your proximity has afforded me. For every fun moment, for every spending spree. For every smile, every time you came by and spent a while. For each time you encouraged me and each time you hated. For all the relationships we tried to have that *thankfully* were not fated. For the time you lied, cried or inspired. For all the ones we all loved who died. This note is by extension for all your families and friends too. But most especially, if you read this, then this note is for you.


*: subject to varying opinions.