An Open Letter to my Friends

This is a letter to my friends and those who will become my friends.

Dear friends,

When I thought of writing an open letter to my friends, I did not know what to write. Even though, I don’t say it at all, I want you to know that I love you. I’m grateful for you. I’m grateful you are always there for me.

From days of dark clouds and missing moon to days of rainbows and comfy sweatshirts, I know you will always be there for me. Talk of days when I needed help to survive and days I was confused, you brought me out and told me to look at the bright side.

Thank you for reminding me of kelewele when I felt I needed something spicy on my tongue. Grilled sausages on days that were forbidden to be eaten on. Chocolates on days my blood needed some cocoa.

Thank you for forcing me to speak, to dance and to fool around. For taking pictures and making memories. Thank you for promoting my blog and my literary pieces. Thanking you for covering up for me when I needed a cover.

Thank you for feeding me when I was hungry and dressing me to look hot, though you never succeeded.

To friends who have betrayed me, anyway, I forgive you. To friends who are jealous of me, it’s normal for people to experience jealousy. To friends who chastise me of doing bad, but underneath your bed, you do worst, God is watching you. And to friends who think I am not your class, so don’t want to hang out with me, I understand you.

To people who will become my friends, learn to contain my silence and rowdiness.

Signed,
Me.

An Open Letter to My Mother

Dear Sweet Mother,

I always try to write a poem for you every Mother’s Day but I can’t because I end up writing a very lengthy poem. So, I decided, why not write a letter to you. You, I call my mother.

You know, I’m the best Christmas gift you have ever received. And with your name as Mary too, I can imagine your outburst of joy in your heart. Another Mary giving birth on Christmas day.

Mummy, you are an epitome of Grace, a living testimony. You taught me a whole lot of things, like dreaming big and reminding me that I can make it in life and live my dream life. Thank you for not giving up on me, and I’m sorry for not being the daughter you trained me to be. I can be very stubborn, but trust me Mum, I’m get better.

You sacrificed your life to take care of me. You’ve done crazy things to keep me alive, and I appreciate you, every day and pray for you.

Thank you for taking care of me and still taking care of me.

A Letter to my 17 year old self

Hello world, and happy 2017 to you all.

This is our first official post of 2017. Whenever I hear 2017, I think of my 17 year old self. Like how I thought of living a sweet sixteen life when I hear 2016.

But 2016 is gone. We won’t meet it again.

Today, I have written a letter to my 17 year old self. When I was 17, I was in secondary school, studying science and wearing heavy glasses. Not like the cute ones I am wearing now.

I imagine myself having a chat with my 17 year old self. I imagined what I would tell her, and how she would looked at me and be amazed. I am not saying she would be surprised at how I have changed or anything, but she would be amazed at how far I have come, in life. I haven’t achieved anything extraordinary, but I am still strong and moving forward.

This is a letter to my 17 year old self.

Dear 17-year old Marietta,

You are reading a letter from a future Marietta who is in her early twenties. Yes, she hasn’t changed a bit, and don’t worry about the hairstyle she is wearing now. You’ll love it when you get here.

You made New Year resolutions when you were 17. Trust me when you get here, you will stop making New Year Resolutions. One of them was to not fall into Mrs. Ghanson’s trap. But you fell into her trap by knelling down because you were late for Monday morning assembly. Fortunately for you, you escaped after the assembly.

You made another New Year resolution to study when no teacher was in class. That was a fail (maybe, not 100%). Instead, you always took your notebook to write bad poetry. Don’t worry, you start blogging to write more bad poetry when you get here, so feel free.

Do not worry if your Physics grade is not good. You won’t be studying Physics when you get here, but take your elective math serious. You’ll meet Calculus again.

Some of the friends you have made in school would no longer like to keep in touch when you graduate from secondary school. Do not worry about it. Try and look at their faces one more time, because you won’t hear from them again. That’s how life is.

Do not be too excited to turn 18. Enjoy your 17 year old self because when you get here, you’ll like to be 17 again. Also, save money. It’s very important.

Do not be worried about anything, do not be angry with life. Life over here, though bittersweet, is getting better. He answers prayers, and helps you get through life. Do not worry about what to do in the university. When you turn 18, you’ll know your passion and you’ll be studying the course you applied for with all of your heart.

Be patient, and don’t worry.

Best wishes,

2017 Marietta.

Let’s Chat: If you were to meet your 17-year old self today, what would you tell him/her?

p.s. Mrs. Ghanson, former Senior Housemistress (Mfantsiman Girls' Secondary School)

You were in my Stories

Writing letters that would never be sent has been my new literary love. I started it this year and I write at least one a month. I have written letters to my hater, my mother, to a fictional character, friends, musicians, my favourite people and the list goes on and on and on. Some of the letters I write are sometimes fictional. The fictional ones I write can even turn up to be a story.

I wrote a letter to one of my crushes. Luckily, I have forgotten his name. I do not know how that happened and unfortunately for me, I cannot find my childhood diaries.

So anyway, this is to one of my crushes. I do not know whether he would read it, but if he does and he knows he is the one, what a miracle!!!!

Anyway, a letter to my crush.

Dear XXX,

Hey, it’s been ages since I heard from you and you heard from me. I do not remember the last time I saw you, but I hope all is well.

There’s something you need to know. This would take us back to our youthful and naïve days when we haven’t entered into our adolescent period. You were my crush. I had a crush on you, one that was totally awkward. Since I loved writing up stories and match stick comic strips, you were in my stories. I wrote about us getting married and living in a small house at the countryside. We only lived a luxurious and glamorous life when we take the kids on vacation. Can you imagine? I started dreaming about having a family at that age. It’s unbelievable.

Well, people grow and crushes like this started vanishing and real crushes grew. The crushes we had when we were 15 were realer than crushes at 8, because our eyes were opening little by little, and we had to be more careful.

I dreamt about you. I wrote about you, and drew you in my journal. Your name became a household name and a chant in my diaries and journals. You scared the hell out of me anytime you didn’t come to school. You were my one dearly beloved until I moved to another school and you became history.

So how is life treating you? I bet your current girlfriend doesn’t even appreciate you like how I did when we were 8. The only difference is I never told you I had a crush on you, because it would sound silly, and crushes do not last forever. She doesn’t write about you in her diaries, but I did. She never dreams of you, but I did. She doesn’t draw you and write your name like a chant, but I did.

Anyway, hope you find someone who loves you and swoons you, like I did.

ALL THE BEST IN YOUR LOVE LIFE

Your childhood crush,

Afua

If you had the chance to talk to your childhood crush, what would you say to him???