Dear Bae,will you marry me?

Kenyans on social media have replaced old fashioned names for a lover such as bae, better half, girlfriend or boyfriend with a new word – prayer partner (NKT)– thanks to gospel singer Bahati. ” File|Photo courtesy|

Dear Bae,will you marry me?

My dearest, sweetest, fondest, fantastic, extra-ordinary, paragon of
beauty a.k.a Mwende
I hope this letter meets you in a fabulous state of metabolism, if so
doxology.

My principal aim of writing this letter to you is to
gravitate your mind towards a matter of global and universal importance,

which has been troubling my soul.

The matter is so important. Even as I am
writing, my adrenalin is 100 per cent on the Richter scale,

my temperature is rising,
the windvane of my mind is pointing North, South and East at the same
time;
the mirror in my eyes has only your divine image.
Indeed when I sleep, you are the one in my medulla oblongata,

and I dream about you.

I went out to sea in my dream, and I saw you: surrounded by
H20
and you in your majesty rose from the abdomen of the sea like Yemoja,
the avatar of beauty.

Oh, Lord be with us! We are thy servants.
As you can see, I am in a serious dilemma.

And I want you to take my matter seriously.

At this juncture, what our Lord said on this matter is germane.
He says we should ask, and we shall be given, we should seek and we
will find, and that we should knock, and it will be opened unto us.I am this
28th day of the second month in the year of our Lord, two thousand and
seventeen, asking, seeking and knocking at your door.

My prayer is that thou
should open so that thy servant can enter.

I want to wake up in the morning
and see only your face.

I want you to be the only sugar in my tea,

the only fly in my ointment, the butter on my bread, the grey matter of my
system,the oxygen in my head,the planet of my universe, the wall clock of my
room. The conveyor belt of my soul.

I pray that you realise the gargantuan
nature of my predicament.

If you refuse, my life will be like tea without
sugar, like a snail without shell, a christmas goat without a horn

What is life if I can’t wake up in the morning and behold your face?
You model of pulchritude, patiently created
by God on a Sunday morning before he went on a deserved holiday.
Please Mwende, let me be your Romeo.

Make me the Adam to your Eve.
Shakespeare said it all: if music be the food of love, play on.

I want to emphasise,
universally and responsibly, that you are love itself.

You’re the metaphor, oxymoron,thesis,antithesis, irony, gerund, conjunction and
the adverb of love.

At this juncture, let me also say that geography of
your body is a permanent allelluia. Not from your body, ammonia, urea and
iodine- you are too beautiful for that, what I see in your body is milk
and honey.

At this juncture, brevity is the soul of wit.

A stitch in time saves nine.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

An opportunity once lost can never be regained.

Make hay while the sun shines.

All that glitters is not gold.

The journey of a thousand years begins with a step.

What God has put together let no man put asunder.

To be a man is not an easy task even
if God’s time is the best. But time waits for no one.

A man without love is like a fish out of water.

I know you are a sagacious girl. If you like
the veracity of what I am saying, please fill the attached form and let
me have it pronto.

The mark at the bottom of this page is a kiss from
me to you.