A Letter from Hell

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By. Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros (OSF) 









When your friend, an old acquaintance from childhood,

Pays you a rare visit.

My friend, don’t be excited.

This is not a gift from God

It’s a letter from hell.

 

The conversation will commence thus;

Old fellow, my bosom friend, you look good.

Refuse to be flattered,

This is not a gift from God,

It’s a letter from hell.

 

The talk will flow around your children;

How they are all grown, taking after your good looks.

My friend, be skeptical,

This is not a gift from God,

It’s a letter from hell.

 

The talk will finally get real after tea;

Old fellow, I need to buy your piece of land, the old valley.

My friend, refuse the offer,

This is not a gift from God,

It’s a letter from hell.

 

Since you feel small, living low;

Your heart won’t know how to say no.

My friend, refuse the offer,

This is not a gift from God,

It’s a letter from hell.

 

Ask him, why now?

You should know the answer already,

The old valley, he refused to buy ages ago,

When you needed to educate your child,

Has now been declared a gold mine.

© November 2020

0726179789 

Comments

  1. Unknown10 November 2020 at 19:55

    Good one, keep it up

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  2. Unknown10 November 2020 at 20:02

    Good work sister.

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  3. Unknown10 November 2020 at 20:09

    Hehe...gd one

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  4. Kosone10 November 2020 at 20:09

    Genius

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  5. Unknown10 November 2020 at 20:11

    Re-reading again... keep up

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  6. Unknown10 November 2020 at 20:48

    You are the best my dear

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  7. Joyzy P10 November 2020 at 20:48

    Can it ever be a blessing, a gift from heaven??? 🤔🤔🤔

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  8. Unknown10 November 2020 at 21:06

    Good one

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  9. Elly Paul10 November 2020 at 21:41

    Friends who wants just to benefit from your present.
    Great piece

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  10. Unknown10 November 2020 at 22:04

    Keep it up Sr

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  11. Honoré, svd10 November 2020 at 22:37

    This is very inspirational

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  12. Gladys Jeptallam11 November 2020 at 08:38

    I refuse .....letter from Hell

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  13. Kaguru James11 November 2020 at 08:59

    «The talk will finally get real after tea;
    Old fellow, I need to buy your piece of land, the old valley.
    My friend, refuse the offer,»

    Quite metaphorical! The message is deep but it's presented in a very simple and ordinary language.
    Looking forward to the anthology of Essy's poetry.

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  14. Kaguru James11 November 2020 at 09:00

    «The talk will finally get real after tea;
    Old fellow, I need to buy your piece of land, the old valley.
    My friend, refuse the offer,»

    Quite metaphorical! The message is deep but it's presented in a very simple and ordinary language.
    Looking forward to the anthology of Essy's poetry.

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  15. Unknown11 November 2020 at 16:44

    Good stuff be encouraged go Esy go for more...longing for the next one🌹

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  16. Unknown11 November 2020 at 19:06

    I love it 👍👍

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  17. Poet Denkuz15 November 2020 at 10:36

    Awesome piece

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  18. Unknown20 November 2020 at 23:05

    Nice essie

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  19. Nyabuti Peter Semba26 November 2020 at 22:14

    Love it keep them coming

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