Dear ASOMESI comma
Stop complaining to my buddies about me not writing to you ‘hyewhyew’ like first; it is not easy here at my base koraa…
Because of the Lockdown, one can barely walk around and you must do that with an ID, of which I don’t have…
Few days ago, I dared myself to go out and get a writing pad to write to you and I met the Patrol team…
ASOMESI, hmmm I never wanted to tell you this ooo hmmm
Officer: gentleman, where are you going to?
Me: I’m gonna get a writing pad and an envelope…
Officer: From where?
Me: Poku Trading!!
Officer: hey my friend, go back home in peace
ASOMESI, I tried to explain to them how writing to someone in these distress times is an essential need under the ACT…
Officer:ဪဩဩဪ၍၍ရ
Me: you’re ‘standing’ on my ‘feathermental’ woman rights ooo…why do have to slap …
Officer: ဩဪဪ၌ဖထ်ဪ၍ (slap)
At this point, my soul was weak, my body was exhibiting symptoms of ‘kpokpogbligbli’…
Officer: Go home!!!
Me: Still explaining myself that I’m an essential service provider…
Officer: Ok, where’s your ID and what do you provide?
Me: I help my sister in preparing ‘Hausa Kooko’ , ‘maasa’ , bofrot and koose.
Officer: ဩဪမတဋဆဒပ၍ (slap)
My next letter to you de3, I can’t promise but do well to stay home if you have nothing better doing out there. The virus moves; as we move.
Hand washing and ‘Santenizing’ your hands should be intensified.
Your own boy
