4th Letter

Dear Buddy,

I need your advice on the secrets to understanding and dealing with women. I am afraid I am a bit handicapped in that department, as everything I have tried ends up failing totally. Please why do women look for motive and meaning in almost every situation? If you are happy and excited, they become agitated and suspicious, quiet and reserved the same response. I am really tired of giving the same explanations, over and over again. Haba! They simply do not know when to let go.

I love the women in my life but it is like they are hell bent on initiating the self-destruct button. I feel like I always have to be a hundred percent alert to prevent that from occurring. Please I need to understand why women are the ones giving out advice on how to handle men? What do they know about being a man? It is not like they have been in our shoes. So where did all their assumptions and theories emanate from. Women need to understand that the line between genuine concern and pestering is a very slim one, hence the danger of unknowingly overstepping their territory.

I hope your situation is better off than mine? If so, what is the secret? Man, such knowledge will make a man millions in this day and age. However, I am not in this quest for the money, but out of genuine concern for my relationship with the women in my life. Most importantly, I would love to hear the opinion of the women folk as they would definitely offer better answers to my concerns, as this primarily involves them. So please, any lady out there with suggestions should do the honour of sharing.

Man, I love the women in my life and draw inspiration from them on a daily basis, hence the source of my concern, not to lose that to avoidable mistakes and judgements. Here I go again, indulging you in my personal situation, and neglecting to ask about your welfare. How is the family? Hope everyone is alright? Send my regards to everyone. 

Take care of yourself man and look forward to your reply.

3rd Letter

Dear buddy,

I hesitate to write this letter for I do not want to become a source of disturbance to you. I would rather keep my thoughts to myself if I could. Unfortunately my head is filled up and has no storage space available, hence my putting thoughts into writing. You have to understand that there is no alternative or I would have sought its refuge. Please pardon my interference on your already exhaustive schedule.

I believe that our crossing paths was never a coincidence, most certainly not! Once our purpose in each other’s life is fulfilled, I will most almost as soon be on my way. Although right now I am afraid it is I who needs you more than the other way round. I hold on to a glimmer of hope that you would grant me the mercy of your reply.

Or perhaps you never received my previous letters and the delivery system is solely responsible for that inconvenience. I doubt I will ever know the truth until your reply falls on my door steps.

Warm regards to your family till our next correspondence.

2nd Letter

Dear buddy,

It has been two days since I wrote you, and have not got any reply. Hope all is well? I really need your thoughts on what I mentioned in my previous letter. Sitting down on a couch, whispering to myself; not a good sign of mental health, but at least it beats being alone with all this accompanying silence. I feel like I am stuck in a graveyard with ghosts to keep me company. They really are very selfish, for theirs is a one way form of communication. They listen to you but do not speak, not even a whisper but at least they do not say cruel things and seem to respect one's space.

Any tips on making friends?  I would be open to suggestions, because it is not like I have a clue how that goes. Please kindly reply this time around as I would love to hear what you have to say. I have to stop here. 

Do have a lovely time till our next correspondence.

1st Letter

Dear buddy,

It is the third month of the year, yet I am still searching for meaning and purpose. I feel lost in this desert of life and helpless as anxiety and fear takes over me. Wish I had a magic wand to make all my problems go away. Yes, a magic wand would definitely give me all my yearnings. But I fear it is a tall dream to look for hope in fairytale. Still I really could do with some advice at this crossroad of my life. For I believe I have exhausted my options for any form of setback or failure. It is either a leap forward or a leap down the abyss. But how am I supposed to drive at night in all this darkness around without any headlights? Surely that is pure suicide.

I want to know what you think and what suggestions you have for me. I do not have anyone else to talk to, for I fear I have no friends. I guess I will hang on for your reply as there seems to be little option left. Please do hasten as time is selfish and waits for no one, not even its maker. I have to go now and join the multitude on the already overcrowded streets in search of purpose and a reason for existence. 

Remain in peace and good health, till our next correspondence.