Letters from Sambisa

9.

Date: 17th March 2017

Mrs Smith,
Lool. I like the Brad Pitt analogy. With my Dad things are like the Nigeria Economy, easy to solve in theory hard to attain in practice but I'll try.
How I met you...I had walked in the restaurant with Sambo to try their famous roasted chicken. When I saw you the first time I felt you should be mine. I liked the way you were dressed. A sleek colorful Kimono which was complimented by your head turban. Your skin was like a pearl, bright and precious. Your face struck my heart with a thousand volts of neurons which emanated from my brain. I just had to talk to you.
When I sat beside you I had nothing reasonable to say and couldn't think of anything other than your beauty. Now I realize my action had been spontaneous so I apologize. My heart paused for a second to enable my brain think but nothing reasonable could come out. So I kept it brief, told you my name and asked to see you again. I never thought I'd get your number but you gave me, I never thought I'd still be with you but here we are. I'm the luckiest man alive.
Life in this new place is nothing like you'd imagined before. The level of poverty and illiteracy is more than I had ever thought. They lack both western and religious knowledge despite calling themselves practicing Christians and Muslims. The Muslims pray like seven year olds, they have no idea what to say in their prayers so do their elders.
It's no surprise that Boko Haram find it easy to brain wash them. They get in dollars and preached fake but convincing Islamic scriptures. I don't see an end in sight not even after Shekau falls but I do know one thing we'd make him fall.

Love
Umar.