Dear Beloved,
It is with utter urgency and solid sadness that I write you this letter. What happened to us my love? We used to be happy you and I. They all envied us: our friends, our neighbors, the foreign forces.
My love, do you remember all those holidays we treasured so? How we hypnotized them into opportunities? Opportunities to celebrate each other; to renew our vows, to remind the world of our bond, our union, our love. Be it Madaraka day, Labor day, Jamuhuri day, Kenyatta day, Moi day; we painted the towns red, white, black, green, the sacred colors of our rainbow.
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