Dear Life

Dear Life,

I Got The Lemons You Sent Me. I’m Sitting Here, Wondering What I should Do With Them Because They Are The Most Sour Lemons I Have Ever Tasted. Yes, I Did Taste Them. Food Is Meant To Be Eaten, Right? The Unfortunate Thing Is The Sour Taste Still Lingers In My Mouth.

Well, Should I Make Lemonade? But Where Will I Get Sugar So Sweet That The Sour Taste Is Nothing But A Mild AfterTaste? Does It Even Exist? Or Maybe I Should Make Mango Juice, Sit Back And Let Everyone Wonder How I Did It? What I Am Trying To Say Is, This Is The Worst You Have Ever Served Me. What Did I Ever Do To Deserve This? Is My Mere Existence An Insult To You? Pardon My Rudeness, I Just Don’t Understand How You Operate At Times. Its Like You See Me Sitting Alone, Enjoying An Orange So Sweet That I forget Lemons Exist And You Think To Yourself
”This Is Not How Its Supposed To Be, She Can’t Forget That Lemons Exist! After All, There Are Two Sides To a Coin”
I Know And Fully Understand That We Are All Bound To Receive This Basket Of SOUR LEMONS At One Point Or Another But Couldn’t You Delay Delivering Mine For Let’s Say, 60 Years Or Something?

Right Now, I’m Thinking Of Ways I Can Get Rid Of This Foul Taste But Everyone Is Telling Me That With Time, I Will Learn To Live With It. Really? How Can I Live With Something That On Certain Days Keeps Me Confined To My Bedroom, Crying And Asking The Angels To Come And Take Me Away To The Place Where The Sun Shines On and On and On…

I Have Met People Who Have Told Me That The Sour Taste Never Goes Away, That I’ll wake Up On Certain Days And Its Like I Just Tasted The Lemons A Few Minutes Ago And On Some Days I’ll Will Be Like “Okay, It Happened But Life Has To Go On”.

Life, See What You’ve Done? I’m About To Become Bipolar.

Oh Well, I Know You Won’t Come And Take Them Back So I Guess — Its Time For Me To Make Some Lemonade And I Know Where I will Find Sugar That Will Kill The Sour Taste 🙂 His Name Is Jesus Christ!

Sincerely Angry At You,
Nelly Or Just Call Me SweetLemon.


Dear Sister, Rest In Peace

Nelly and Noreen back when we were young

Nelly and Noreen back when we were young

Am short of words because I still can’t
believe you’re gone. I watched as you
were lowered in the ground and I
refused to believe I would never get to
see you again except on photo’s!
Am sitting here wondering just where
I will start from… Am surrounded by
emptiness. All alone in this empty
bedroom. This is too much wardrobe
space..all this bed space..that shoe
rack..that dressing table…
I don’t know what’s happening love.
You can’t be gone. They tell me to
accept you’re gone but how do I live
without you after 18 years of living
with you??
I miss you already!!
I now don’t have a sister. All alone.
Nobody to tell about the hustle of
being in love, nobody to ask how I look
before I head out, nobody to tease,
nobody to entertain with my crazy
behavior, nobody to watch ‘master
chef’ with. Nobody to tell my future
plans…so many dreams left
unfulfilled. We were supposed to grow
up and get married and have
thanksgiving dinners together but all
that will never be. How could you go
before I wrote that poem you had been
asking me to write for months? Can I
go back and just have one more day
with you so I can see you laugh, smile
and tell about how your day was? Can
I have that? one and only Kaluba (little
flower), rest in peace my honey. I will
miss you sooooo much esp that I was
closest to you. I will miss our friday
nights in watching criminal minds,
ugly betty, house. So many little things
I will miss. My artist, my painter, my
bridesmaid, my lawyer, my sister, my
friend…rest in peace! Watch over us!!
Love you!!

Noreen Kaluba Nunu Katebe (16th May, 1993 – 30th January, 2012)

last photo we took together on new years eve, 2011.

last photo we took together on new years eve, 2011.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa(if you exist),
I know this is a little late but I just thought I should write you this year seeing that I never have.
I have not been good this year(yeah the illegal fun was much too enjoyable) but give me a break and show me someone who has been entirely good this year…!
Anyway, all I want for Christmas is an iPod or a floating house. You choose one that will be easier for you to materialize :D.


NB: sucks for me if you’re mythical because I really want that floating house.

Take Me Away

Dear unknown lover
Where art thou?
My spirit shrivels as I await your arrival
My patience seeps out of the pores of my
Lonesome soul
and dies
The days are becoming longer
The nights unbearable
As I await a tap on my window
Alerting me of your arrival
My knight in shining armor
My charming prince
Whose identity is hidden
By the spaces between us
Maybe the miles that physically separate our bodies
Oh dear lover
Come take me away
From this tower

Letters to Ronnie (till death do us part)

Dear Ronnie
Even in death I still love you
Like the first time
Its been a
Hard road
But we made it
We loved each other
From the first hello
Till last night
When you closed your eyes
Death isn’t the end
There’s a life after that
I may not see you there
But wherever we end up
I just want you to know
I will always love you
You showed me that
Love doesn’t have to hurt
Love doesn’t have to be forced
Love is a gift given to another
Thank you for being
My hero
My fiancé
My husband
My father
My friend
My brother

Even as I lay you
To rest tomorrow
I pray you rest in peace
And my love stays with you
Forever and ever

Letters to Ronnie (the marriage)

Dear Ronnie
Marriage is not what we see in movies
Its not all smiles and laughter
Its not everyday that I wanted to
talk to you
See you
Feel you close to me
Hear you speak
Hear you tell me you love me
Blame it on my hormones
Then again
All I am is human
Ergo I am imperfect

Sometimes I wonder
Why you stuck to me
Even when my body was changing
During my first pregnancy
I was ready to not have you there every night
I expected you to go out and look for
A younger
Prettier lady
But you proved me wrong
You showed me that men are different
I love you for that and more
Even when our child was born
You held my hand through it
All the while tolerating the screams and curses that escaped my mouth
Years later
When our offspring had left the nest
And it was just us
I realized that you were my friend
You kept me company when I needed it
You were there when I was at a low moment
You made me laugh
and we discovered ourselves in a new way

Ronnie, through all the hardships of marriage
The kids
The in laws
And many more
You were there
For that
I say
Thank you

Letters To Ronnie (The Wedding)

Dear Ronnie

I remember every emotion I felt that day

Waking up and feeling nervous
Dressing up and wondering what you were doing at that moment
Driving to the church and thinking maybe you had changed your mind
Walking down the aisle and realizing
You were the best decision I had ever made
Saying ‘I do’
I knew that was the first day of the rest of my happy life
With you
Finally I was your wife
You were my husband
And no one would dispute that fact
We had proof
It was on paper
And more importantly
Our bond
Was proof of our eternal love for each other
Everything henceforth felt like the first time
Our first kiss
Our first dance
Our first conversation
our first embrace
Our first time
Making love
With you everything was new
Even saying ‘I love you’ had a new meaning

I will always be your wife
In this life
And the next
And the one after that
Till eternity is put to rest