My Dearest Agbani Darego,
Will you be my valentine?
Do
give this the utmost consideration. If you will be my valentine, let me
say that I am, first, of all men most privileged, and second, about to
engage in heavy research about what being someone’s valentine actually
entails.
If you will not be my valentine, I must assume this is only
because you would prefer me to ask you to marry me. If so, poste haste
and with rapidity in extremis, I would, My Sweetling, desire your hand-
and as much of the rest of you as possible -in blissful matrimony.
But
wait. I traverse ahead of myself. I have not introduced myself. Sure I
have spent many hours ogling over your Instagram photos and following
you closely on Twitter, but I have never, as it were, had the
opportunity of introducing myself.
I am The Editor.
Ah,
My Lollipop, I can see your sad smile now. You are shaking your head,
wondering if I am just another one of those men struck by your beauty
and effortless grace.
Yes, it is true I am one of those men, but if I might add, I am even more awestruck by your beauty. There is no hope for me.
Marry me, My Cupcake.
Consider the advantages. I have discussed them below.
My Fondant, If you marry me, you will be fully protected in the event of a Zombie Apocalypse. I have watched Walking Dead (Seasons
1 and 2), and every zombie movie there is. I know how to finish them
off (destroy the brain), how to stay alive (Run like hell) and how not
to get slowed down by unnecessary hangers on. (I know so much, I am in
fact publishing a simple handbook on this very subject called “Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse” available in stores shortly. You will of course, get a free signed copy.)
Secondly, the possibility exists that
with your incredibly beautiful genes, and my deeply rooted interests in
you, our offspring could be the very first of the race of super
intelligent and super powerful humans. I can see it now: Junior finds
the cure for cancer. His sister brings about world peace. You and I will
bask in parental pride, secure in the knowledge that our union has
benefited the world immensely. As I said, the possibility exists.
Thirdly, You will never have to worry about
me going off to be an astronaut or being called off on some secret
government mission to topple some enemy regime. I won’t even join the
Bolivian Army. I suppose these are some of the first things you worry
about when you a potential suitor approaches. Rest your lovely head at
ease, My Peppermint stick, I will do none of these things.
Have you seen Les Miserables yet? I’m only asking because I haven’t and everyone is going on and on about it.
My Sweetest Sugarplum, I
know we have a lot to figure out, but let us ignore the little details
of whether you love me or whether you want to get married at all or
whether you will be able to stand me. You must believe me when I say
those are minor details. Why, Presiden
Say you will be my valentine, that is all I ask.
And if you cannot grant that, grant me your personage in marriage.
And
if that proves impossible, could I please have your phone number, house
address and your word that you will never ever ever take out a
restraining order against me?
Thank you, My Strawberry Tart.
Yours Infinitely,
TalkOfNaija