Dear B’kho Thothe,
I hope this finds you well. I am well, thank you. Although, I can’t sleep tonight and I catch myself thinking about how much of an amazing husband you are – and even interestingly, how different we are.
You’re organised and calm, I am disorganised and loud, almost too spontaneous. You calculate and are cautious, a realist; while my my optimism is sometimes ill informed.
You like a quiet home, with just your wife and kids, I live for hosting and entertaining.
I see time as abundant, you view it as scarce, not enough. Hence you leave for work, quite early, while I stagger behind. As such our children prefer you over me for morning school runs.
I am a night crawler, you retire early. You are an early bird, I want to wake up at 11am.
Our children prefer to ask for favours from you, they believe I always say ‘no’. But I have read Shonda’s, ‘Year of Yes’. Ha ha ha!
I never feel safe when you’re away, when I am home alone with the kids. And to help ease the tension, I leave all the lights, in all the rooms, on. I am sorry for this waste. But otherwise I just can’t sleep even with all the security gadgets flicking all around the house.
You’re my stability.
We are home safe when you’re home. And home is worth coming back to, after a day’s work, when you’re there.
You don’t know what it means to me, when I arrive and your car is already parked.
He is home and I relax already.
Thank you husband and love. Thank you that you are in the house with me and not up in the roof.
Thanks for allowing me to follow my heart, to start all that I started, some remaining at ‘start’ and never really going anywhere. Thank you for allowing me the freedom to explore my talents and hobbies.
I love you
I miss you
You see where this spontaneous behaviour has gotten me? I had Tanzanian coffee too late, now I am here looking at the clock ticking away, zero sleep.
Mosadi wa gago,