La Privette Nous et Montre

By Edwin Osei Frimpong , Milton Keynes College

Dear mum,

It would be the worst atrocity that ever happened in this world we live in, if I were ever to write a letter to you and begin with “Dear mum, I don’t even know where to begin”, when you’ve been the greatest thing that ever happened to my life and mine to yours since you brought me to see this world. How would I ever make the quote of “I don’t even know what to say,” when you’ve been my gist partner, a best friend that ever was and still is, till eternity fades. You Whom I adore most, my first love, the woman that robbed me of my heart at birth, the kind of crime that can never put you before justice.

“My sweet moon pie!”, you always call me, whenever you need me to do something that I do not wish to, but in the end will help me a lot. You always tell me stories from my birth and growth all the time whenever I refuse to help in the kitchen just to soak my heart and get my attention and then lure me into taking over every single job in the kitchen and never get bored whiles doing it. I still remember how I used to wear your high heel shoes and walk around in your room with your wig on my head and your favourite red lipstick on my lips, just to seal the look, And when you walk in on me every time in that look, you’d scream “you are a boy, for heaven sake!” and then I’d respond yes sir, we both would laugh so hard till our tummies begin to ache due to my satire.

All I want to say, Mama, is how much I love you till the ends of the world and back. It is said that “when the cat is not around, the mice will play.” Well lovely Beatrice, the mice are bored.

My beautiful mother, one that my heart curdles upon, incomparable Da Vinci masterpiece, the Athena in my Greek Athens, you are and will forever be L’Amour de ma vies. And I can’t wait to show you the beautiful moors of Manosque, its beautiful Landscapes and lovely weather that rests upon the shoulders of the people of France. The love I have for you keeps overfilling each single day mother, and the more it increases, the more I become afraid from the thoughts of losing you one day. I may not be able to deny the inevitable, but I would never lose to life without a tough fight to claim what belongs to me dearly. I would run through hell fifteen times and more just to have you beside me as long as I want. I do know very well that it would be nature’s way of working but I too have a claim, and I would wish my claim would be heard and Justice served.

Lovely mother of heavens sent to me from above, my too long argument would mean nothing if the love I have for you was to be physically seen and weighed for the whole universe to witness. The much and little I have to say to you, is that I love you Mummy, I love you!

Your dearest moon pie, Edwin.