Category Archives: Letters Of The Heart 2016


Dear Father #LettersOfTheHeart

This one time, I’m not writing to ask for money (although if you could spare some 50k, I definitely wouldn’t mind). Wherever on the surface of the earth that you are, I’m writing to let you know that I forgive you.

You and I know there’s a lot to forgive.

FEBRUARY 14, 2006, You bought Mama that cute little Rio she can’t drive anymore because it reminds her too much of you. As the sky turned grey and the sun sank into the clouds, you stood in the garage and swore that as long as breath swirled in your lungs, you would spend your strength loving our mama.

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Dear Human #LettersOfTheHeart

My very dear Human,

When we met you weren’t into dogs. You were so guarded and tough, you still are, sometimes – and crazy too – ah mean, who says to her dog “if I wouhz you”? Who gives a dog ‘the look’? Who plans and prepares a‘complete balanced diet’ for her dogs (inside joke) *dodges THE LOOK*… hahaha.

So yeah, you can be very ‘extra’ and weird (too much energy), but you are also very soft, loyal and kind. May everyone in your life show you as much loyalty, love and commitment, nothing less.

Anyway, you have grown to take more-than-just-a-liking to us and you have shown us so much love and care. I don’t know what we did or how we did it, but we did it. Without trying to flatter myself, I think we have helped you open up more to even other humans. For that, I am glad and grateful our paths crossed.

There are so many things in my life that I love: Dog Food, Dog Biscuits, bones… All those things are nice, very nice, but the absolute best part of my day is when my nose tells me you are near and you come ruffle my fur and scratch me behind my ears.

When you are happy, I’m happy. When you are sad, your sorrow touches my heart and grieves me. I remember those nights of nuzzling you and listening to your confidences and secret dreams. Yes, I’m a dog, but I’m alive and I feel you because I love you so. You’ll do great.

I know you don’t want to hear this but, Zoro and I are old, we have aged slowly before your eyes. When we get too old, and start to look at you with grizzled muzzles, cataract clouded eyes and are in constant pain, please allow the Doctor to do the ‘right thing’.

Finally, I know you humans lead busy lives. It always seems like you are in a race, running here and there; often much too fast, often staring at that little screen y’all carry around, often never noticing the truly grand things in life. That is all I ask: to slow down, smell the roses, give, see the world, spread hope, and fall passionately in love.

aaaahhoooooohhh…. wooooooff…

Your Shaggie-Shaggy


Dear PLF #LettersOfTheHeart

Dear PLF,
Hardly does a day go by without me  thinking of you or wondering what you are up to… and when I do, I soak you in prayer. I know it makes no sense but I miss you. Oh I miss you so much… not being able to share the numerous things I am thinking, the plans, dreams and desires. I know it won’t be long now… we will meet up and we will know… a knowing click*winks*.

This letter is a promise. I promise to love you through thick and thin. When we have so much and when we have to be careful with expenses. I promise to be strong for you when you need me to.

Yes I can fuss and be a drama queen sometimes  (am a woman you know *winks*)… but I promise to pray for you every single day as long as God gives me breath. I promise to dress special for you everyday so no outside woman holds any appeal.

PLF, I assure you our home will be full of love… so much love you that anyone who comes can you cut a slice of it and it doesn’t affect us. Oh if only you know the designs I have for our house… thWLFnterior designs. I know that once I share it with you… You will give me full approval… it’s badt like that. *double winks*.

Our children will be blessings for God will pour His Spirit on them. They will be joy to us and we shall delight in them all our days. Our son shall grow up strong and loving like you. Our daughter shall be sweet and caring like me. *winks*.

I promise to support your dreams and projects even when I don’t understand them… I trust Abba to stir you right. I promise to never go to bed with an angry heart… no room for cracks. I promise to find one reason everyday to fall in love with you again.

Darling PLF, I can’t exhaust all my promises here… some are private. But I assure you under God you will thank God for me everyday as I will for you.

P. S: Your favour doubles because I am a good thing and the crown on your head. I love you today and I will always love you.

Your WLF

PS. I asked and PLF means, Priest, Lover, Friend. You knew already, right? Yeah, I didn’t think so. 😁



Dear Lady,

The emotions that flow between us is great when it concerns the matter of the heart. I’m always there for you through thick and thin, rain and sunshine, night and day, bad days and ’em legendary bad days.

I pride in the attention given to me, the comfort-ability you enjoy with me, the sincerity, the hidden emotions, the genuine laughter and rants, the movie outings, the dinner hangouts……but then you also enjoy the moments. Them oshofree things.

Now things seem to be going well and you expect me to pull the trigger of proposal but the bomb of “we are just friends” drops. It drops in a subtle way, with the effect not being too harsh or you feeling too bad or bitter.

Withdrawal from me will be so damning. Getting closer is a no go area too, maintaining the friendship tempo becomes a great deal. Then me, #YorubaDemon  *evil grin* gets closer, makes you feel comfortable, gets you to the other side of trust again. But then the unexpected happens. You fall in love with another guy. You start to assess and compare but I encourage you to go for it. And I pull back.

Here’s the beauty and joy of the whole process; you were never lonely. You were happy. I kept you looking radiant.

That’s my joy as a friendzoner.

Remember to say this PRAYER for me:

“Cheerful giver of love, bae of the baeless, boo of the booless, locate me and turn my life around till I meet that FRIENDZONED girl who will capture my heart so I can finally channel all these love to her.”





A letter to my son’s wife on her wedding day.

My beautiful daughter,

I am so blessed to receive you into our home. Since before my son was born, I dreamed of the lady who would one day win his heart and be the mother of his children. You are an answer to my many many prayers. During my childbearing years, I always longed to have a daughter, however, God blessed our home with three wonderful sons. Your coming into our home is my long-awaited answer to that prayer.

I want you to know that we love and respect you. When we give you our son today, we will not take him back. He is yours and yours for life. Our family doesn’t believe in divorce nor will we ever support the break up of your home, regardless of the cause. We will not interfere in the affairs of your home, however, we will always be available should you need guidance or a sounding board.

By the Grace of God, we believe that we raised our son to be a good husband and father. We trained him to always respect women and to be a Godly example. Should he misbehave in any way, know that you can come to us and we will be happy to set him straight, without taking sides. We are committed to the success of your home. While we avail ourselves to you, please know that the truest source of strength and wisdom that you need as a wife is found only in God. I urge you to develop your relationship with Him further and seek Him for daily guidance. The power of prayer cannot be overemphasized.

I learned a lot from my Mother in Love and have a very good relationship with her. I sincerely hope that with time, you will grow to love me like I love her and that we will have a beautiful relationship.

Please take good care of my son. He is now your responsibility and no longer mine. He is a gentle and caring soul and needs to be handled with care. If you need any tips on how to get through to him, I’m always available to share with you all that I know.

He will love you more than he loves me and I’m ready to accept that. I want to see him further develop into the great man that he is called to be. Please be faithful to him, protect his heart and give him all of your love. He has been mine for so many years. I have done my best as a mother to raise him, but today, I hand him over to you. He is now yours to love, cherish, nurture and protect. He is the best gift I have to give. He is the product of my life’s work and prayers. May God grant you wisdom to cherish him, even more than his father and I have.

God bless you as you start this new journey, one that will last a lifetime. Congratulations on your marriage and may you experience all of the joys that come with marrying the love of your life.

With love and sincerity,

Laurie Idahosa

Your husband’s mother



Dear Heart #LettersOfTheHeart

To the Tiny sparkling stars in my
Little world

Dear heart,

I sit in this lonely room of mine,in a strange new world. The thought of you in my heart brightens my day and lift me up as i rewrite my vows to you. To the love that will bind our hearts as one.
I vow to love you to the end of time.
I promise you a million years of love and loyalty.
A minute after eternity my love will remain.
I promise you my life. I’m gonna love you like i’m gonna loose you.
With grey hair,our love shall blossom like it will be from the very beginning.
I shall show you a whole new world.
we shall make love under the moon and our stars shall rest in the eyes of our children.
A million words i will pen down if i write to the rhythm of my heart which is an undescribable feeling that tickles me from within. We shall conquer the world as one heart and plant our love in the sand of time as a reminder of our great love.
in an afterlife you will still be mine. Living without you shall be like a punishment and i will show you to the world in your finest form.
I shall protect your ego and take pride in honouring you.
The earth shall celebrate our love. I will follow you to the end. But for now,i will wait for this great love story,for every minute is worth it. I love you.

Your Heart
Future Wife


Dear He Who Must Not Be Named #LettersOfTheHeart

From the lips of the ex-side chick

“I Love You.”

It hurt so much to have these three words at the tip of my lips for so long but I could never tell you. Because you were not mine to love. Well, not in the way I wanted. *sigh*. I thought I could never get over you. I was the stalker side chick….always wondering when the next fight would happen. I made friends with her friends, her family members, everybody I knew who knew her automatically became my friend. Social Media became the bane of my life because all I saw were happy pictures of both of you. I had the happy façade of someone who couldn’t care less if you loved me or not, but deep down, oh deep down, there was that feeling of defeat, that desperate want of acceptance.

I would do anything for you.
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Dear Bride In A Bit #LettersOfTheHeart

Dear Bride In A Bit,

I’m supposed to be a good writer but the words seem to fail me today. But if this is supposed to be a letter of the heart, then hear my heart’s message to you.

Girls are like beans in a pod they say
Pick one and throw away the others
Do that and you are safe from distraction
Yet this is untrue for me
For when I look, all I see is you
One bean in the pod

Yes, you are attractive
Yes, your smile is magnetic
But I saw beyond this
Because even when you were gone
When all I had were memories
Still you stood out
One bean in the pod.

Yes I will go places
Yes I will meet people
Exotic European women
Sensual women of the Caribbean
And even dark skinned beauties of Africa
Still my heart beats for one
My mind thinks of one
My eyes see only one
My one bean in the pod.

I’ve heard about loving so hard it hurts, well l love you so much it hurts! I need my mind in the right shape for other things right now but you are my beautiful, very pleasant ever present distraction. This morning isn’t one of my better writing days, so l’ll stop here.
See you in a bit.


Dear George #LettersOfTheHeart

Dear George,

So, I had this big plan for Valentine’s Day. I am not particularly sure if it was for last year or this one but one thing I was certain of was that I wanted you in it. But, before I forget my manners, which is almost typical of me these days, how are you doing? (I am sure you are fine; and this is as literally as it comes.)
Back to my plan, I was going to ‘break the ice’ because this thing they say about the unsaid words being the ones that hurt is true. I have had to live with the words echoing in my head seeking for an avenue to be heard. Just wanting to say – I loved you.
Was I wrong not to have said it earlier? Or maybe it was for the best. I knew the signs…I was sure they meant something. Eye contacts. Brushing of palms against each other. Bumping into each other. Accidental locking of heads (those ones did hurt). Long talks. Long walks. You’d tell me about your fears and frustrations and I’d always be there to tell you that it would be fine. I would always be there to make it fine. I saw beneath the perfect guy everyone knew. I saw the vulnerable one…the one afraid of being hurt…the one who’d let me see it all. I knew I completed you. This sure had to count for something…yeah?
Then the long silence came. You’d shut me out with no reason leaving me with questions that would never get answered. I’d probe myself to figure out what I might have done wrong and I always arrived at the same answer…nothing. I loved you so much that the silence and spaces between us became toxic for me.
Days went by and I slowly started to find some strength. I crawled back into my hole and tried to heal…just when I was about to shut the door, you’d poke your head half-in with a smile so warm that it’d sweep my fears and pain away and I’d forget that your silence once made my heart bleed. I was not surprised with your return because you always returned when I was at my lowest. Did you love seeing me broken?
But then, it’s you George…so I knew I’d always need that hole again for the next silence because it felt okay to hurt for you.
So I wondered why you preferred to have your walls and heart guarded while I let mine down. Darling, I could have built walls too.
I wondered why I was the one who felt vulnerable even though you were the one who told your fears.
I wondered why you’d push me away so much that hurting was no longer a solution for me. I had to run away for my own sanity.
Maybe you could have said something and not let us grow apart…
But then, we ran out of words and then I ran out of love and then we ran out of us…
We lost ourselves and I lost my strength…and I lost the will to keep holding on so tight to nothing.
So we became strangers once again and all I was left with were the ‘what ifs’…
What if we were not so proud and exploited the spaces between us into a love so pure that we only could understand?
What if you didn’t act as though you were the only one who could make decisions for us?
What if you didn’t make it hard for me to love you?
What if I never bottled my anger and pains in fear of losing you forever?
What if we were not a tale of bitter-sweet symphonies?
What if you had shown me that you loved me too?
I could not continue with the ‘what ifs’ because there are no justification for loosing yourself in the process of saving another. So I learnt not to hurt again because there is no reason why anyone should choose this kind of love. I bore my scars and fought to mend my broken soul. My walls came back up. My heart fully guarded once again.
Never again would I let me down.
George, a lot has changed since I last saw you and I have come to realise that I was in love with my idea of you. I’m sorry I expected too much from you.
Anyway, I am proud of the woman I am becoming…and no, I won’t be waiting for you.

Not yours,
Tomi Adesina