Last week Friday I came to visit you.

These past three days, I missed you immensely; I missed your smile, your smell, your laughter, your touch and most of all, your taste. I’m suffering from melancholia every day and every night. Whenever you aren’t next to me, your absence has me reminiscing about the past times, the days when it was just you and me.

People might think I’ve moved mountains for you, but the truth is that I haven’t done anything except lift my finger and write to you. This letter I’m writing to you somehow closes the void in my heart, this is my way of reaching out to you, and I hope that you receive this letter and read it.

Dada Bada baba Idris