The Last of Carrot

Dear Carrot,

I wonder what hotness you see in her. She is all bones. Like me. But as I said earlier, she is pretty.

Who wouldn’t love you back? You have the looks, the money and a voice to die for.

Mudamuli

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Dear Mudamuli,

I hope you are well. I know I am. What are you wearing today? I am wearing a white shirt with a red tie and black trousers.

I saw her again yesterday. We talked on phone and then we met over a cup of coffee. I discovered that we both love Jennifer Hudson. In fact, we have a lot in common. Isn’t it sad that we are both seeing other people and yet there is so much chemistry between us? Guess what she told me just before I dropped her off? I’m on cloud nine because of it. She said she thinks I am a fine man and that the woman I will marry will be lucky. She also said she appreciated me.

On Friday I met my ex girlfriend. She had asked me to help her transport some of her things to her new house. She says she still likes me and is wondering what to do about it. Saturday I went out with D.C and it was fun. I can’t go out with Sweetie. She spells trouble.

Oh, oh. I’ve got to end here. D.C just walked in. I’ve got to stop sending you emails or she’ll kill me. She’s very possessive.

Lots of it,

Carrot

Carrot's Reply

Dear Mudamuli,

I like it when her hair is all out. Girl, is she hot! She was wearing this…ok, let me not bore you but the thing is, I love her…

Yesterday I sat near her but I couldn’t think straight. She is extremely beautiful. I mean, how do you describe someone that is more beautiful than the sunset? You should see this picture I have of her. And I am not saying that because of anything else. I think she is. She has this mystery around her that I find more intriguing than the moon. I want to be with her all the time. I think I can learn a lot from being with her.

I think I love her. More than I would want to admit. I hate the fact that we cannot be together because she’s already seeing someone else. But you never know, one day…

Bye for now,

Carrot

To Carrot, My Dear One

Dear Carrot,

Ever since you told me you liked her, I have never been able to admit that I love her books. I hate it that her writing is always interesting even without her trying. Now that you mention it, I think she is pretty though not in an obvious way.

Boy, I’m so jealous of her!

I am sure any books I write will not be devoured with the same relish I have for yours. Yet are you that interesting? Yes and no. Yes because you always have an independent mind and no because I rarely understand what you are saying.

Would that I found something I would completely dislike about you. But there is none. Your weaknesses seem to make you even more irresistible.

My heart is spilling over with thoughts about you. My brain is jam-packed with nothing but you. Obsession. That is what it is.

Enough for now,

Mudamuli

I Have Lost It

Boy, is he charming! Why am I the only one that sees that? But then, I’ve always liked the weird things and dudes.

My London pics are finally here but I need to reinstall some programme on my computer for me to be able to use the scanner at work. I am praying for my own laptop and digital camera.

Tamzel, I am sorry. I couldn’t post anything for you. It is clear I have completely lost my writing spirit. Carsozy, Sleek, Dare devil and the rest, I wish I could write like you. Cavalier, Princess, Comrade, I miss your posts. Iwaya, glad your deep posts are back. Nev, welcome back. Cheri, I miss you. As for Baz, I know he’ll be back.

Oh and Dennis Matanda. Glad your blog is back too.

And I finally got round to reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Mom was surprised I hadn't read it all this while. She also has The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood and The Pirate's Daughter by Robert Girardi which I'll read next.

Annoying, huh? I just can’t think of what to post, you see.

Dreams Coming True

Part of my dreams have come true. First I got to hear the Captain’s words even though it was not as dramatic as I used to think it would be. You know those things of saying ‘Fasten your seat belts…’

Secondly, I finally met Carsozy and Ernest Wasake on Wednesday.

Still flabberwhelmed about it.

Nice weekend.

Nev, get well soon.

Lulu, I missed seeing you and hoping you are fine.

Malooo...Kyalooo - Part Two

Apart from taking me to her children's school and Buckingham Palace where I saw two foot guards from the Household Division marching around (the ones that wear scarlet tunics and tall black fur caps known as bearskins), the Victoria Memorial sculpture in front of the palace, my former boss’ wife walked me through the Piccadilly Circus, Oxford Street (where I saw many famous shops and restaurants), Regent Street, St. James park and then we entered St James' Palace to visit her friend whose husband is a chef at Buckingham Palace. Her friend also used to work there as one of Princess Diana’s maids or something.

We had met her friend at their children’s school then she invited us to her place for tea. She had to inform the guards at the gate about our coming or else they would not have let us in.

St. James is still a working palace though the monarchy has not lived there in quite some time. I got to see where Prince Charles and his sons live. I hear the palace is also home to Princess Alexandra and housed the Queen Mother until her death just a few years ago. I also saw two guards from the Household Division in front of one of the gates at St. James Palace. Then just as we were getting out of her friend's house, my former boss’ wife said, “Samali, look behind you.” What I saw was quite a sight. There was a large group of foot guards standing outside. They were all clad in their scarlet tunics but without their bearskins and they were staring at us. They are responsible for the safety and protection of the Sovereign at the Buckingham and St James' Palaces.

From there we visited the church where her husband works. It is next to BBC World Service. She bought me an Oyster card and explained how it works but I wonder if I will have the courage to do so on my own. I am supposed to have visited some art gallery this afternoon but instead I ended up at an internet cafe where I put up this post yet I could have done this free of charge at their house.

Malooooo...Kyalo!

Just arrived today at 4p.m.

It's 9 p.m now.

I am flabberwhelmed. It's beautiful this place.