Writers Crib

Dear Adaobi,  I am highly flattered by how much you were able to describe me. If I didn't know you too well, I'd have said you're obsessed with me. You need not wonder why I have a black skin, red lips and white eyes cuz that's the way God made me. You talk about how I don't smell nice or sway my hips, well that's just me being me. I thought you to be intelligent enough to see why Obim dumped a pretty and posh girl like you for Fowora the dirty girl. Since you've been unable to figure it out, I'll just help you. And no! its not jazz. Obim wants to be with someone who is original, humble and listens to him. These three things are evidently missing in you. Most of all, I have a good heart and that's the zenith. I am no longer the dirty girl you know cuz Obim has upgraded me so there's no way back for you. All the best in finding and keeping your new man.  Light skinned Princess, this is my secret. Yours in superiority.  Fowora.

Dear Fowora,  Many times I wondered why you were black, why your lips were red and eyes white. I had watched you each day from the corners of my blue eyes, how you sipped red wine in dark glass, how you stick burger in water, you always wanna make me puke!  Adefowora, you are not pretty because you are black, you don't sway your hips left to right like Nneoma and I, your teeth are brown and your hair unkempt; you stink of waste gotten from fresh fish and ewedu. Bdut I wonder, yes I wonder, how you manage to snatch Obim from me. Obim! The very tall guy with curly hairs and pointed nose, who has the fairest skin of a thousand fairy, the one who's voice could melt a rock and who's touch sends goose pimples.  Fowora, tell me your secret! Should I paint my face and become as black as you? Or should I roll myself in moist full of 'shitty waste'.  Should I go to the blacksmith and request to be smeared with tribal lines; he could give me six, three to the left an