TheGoodFelo

          I didn't kill my parents. So, it's going to be awfully hard for my child to commit patricide. Ha! I never knew that deciding to have kids was a life sentence to live every other day screaming, almost literally going crazy, getting mad at something or nothing. Even deciding to get married was like a sentence to life bondage with hard labour.           See that one o. Bolu, my nine-year-old tomboy princess was asking me why I don't wear anything but boxer shots in the house, or did I forget that she is a lady, too? Did I, Akintunde, her father forget that she is only a young girl, unmarried and not ready? What nonsense! Pure rubbish talk.           Bolu drives me nut with her silly and infuriating questions. Okay. Around 12 pm today, everyone was home, enjoying the weekend. The tiny little creature walked up to me with all the confidence in the whole world to ask me another ridiculous question. ...

On the demand of a reader, I'm posting ' An epistolary short story titled: A Letter To Alice' . It exemplifies the essence of 'confession' in a companionship. How would you feel to get such a mail as this? Share your views in the comment section, please. A Letter to Alice Dear Alice,      How are you my cutie teddy princess? I've missed you so much. I feel like I last saw you about ten years ago. I miss your adorable smile; I miss your angelic chuckles - the way you laugh when you pull my legs and I stupidly take you so seriously. Babe, I know I'm freaking bad at comprehending jokes. My bad!      I wish you were here last week when I was trapped in terrible traffic. You know how badly I loathe congestion and crowds. Plus, I forgot my headphones in mom's car. These days I forget everything in a jiffy.      Here in Ibadan, the air is tense, the days are scorching and the nights are hot. I'm just hating everything. When you're not aroun...