Dear Angelica
Dear Angel, it’s been two years since you left for the Middle East
At first, you used to send us dollars, and life here was feast after feast
But things changed one year later; somehow you lost your peace
I hear they changed the terms of work but please hold on, we need you in one piece
Your little girl is holding on well here, not does she miss you, she needs you too
It’s hard explaining to her how you live in a place she has no clue
Sorry I missed your video call, I’ve been so high I don’t know if I will pull through
These pills are taking a toll on me; I need your help and advice
Remember that girl I always flossed about, the one I’d pay for any price?
Well, things are tough, and we’ve broken up twice
But don’t base your judgment of it by what I post here
It’s hard telling online strangers your whole truth or anything clear
Can’t trust anyone these days, some are gifted with crocodile tears
That’s why on one post I’ll be dying of laughter, the next am suicidal and dying of my fears
One moment I’ll be motivating people the next one I’m promoting sleeping pills and meth
But on the real though, I really need help; I’m slowly losing my physical, mental, emotional health
Some tell me to hit the gym, but will that restore my relationship with the Man of Nazareth?
I’ve been playing with God’s mind Satan has been excellently coaching me
I need a hug right now… Anyway, how’s life over there?
I hear Arabs hate Africans and sniff out their air
By overworking them; my friend told me she worked for 21 hours
But I trust you to handle it all well with your girl powers
It’s sad you were to come home this summer couldn’t because of corona
You are not alone, footballers we are hit too; can’t watch our teams whether Manchester United or FC Barcelona
For now, I’m just consoling my soul by listening to Mia Khalifa
By the time you get here, I’ll probably be in love with another heifer
For now continue soaring higher and higher, higher than your office Burj Khalifa
Receive greetings from grandma, your little girl and everyone at home
You indeed are our angel, little angelica; we love you, and you’re never alone
By for now sweetheart,
Your loving cousin
Ciku P52