Dear Reader of The New Voice of Africa,

After you visited me and my little library last week, I am missing one of my favourite books 'ANDREA' by Robert Algeri. I am not saying you took the book from my little library, and I am not saying you didn't take the book either. Because the fact remains, the book is missing ever since you were here to read.

But also, I meant to thank you for your visit. Next time when you come, do not come fast, as I can only open slowly, because of the reading I still need to do. You would be interested in hearing that it's been a while since I last saw you, I even have forgotten how you look like, but I always see your face whenever I look at the mirror. Every time I wash dishes and listening to audio books by Mary Ann Poll and podcast by Robin Barefield I think of the many books that have been lost in your frequent visits.

I'm afraid you won't know the old little library because we have moved. So when you come again to steal more books, let's meet in the old little library on Wednesday, the sunny Wednesday. If I'm there first, I'll leave you this letter and I'll put a stone on it so that it doesn't fly to you. But if you're there first, tear it up, so that I know you've got the message.

I went to confess my sins to a priest on Sunday, privately because of the lockdown. Well I've got some sins that are bothering me, this happens mostly when I'm full of sins instead of grace. They gave me a micro-phone, since they could not hear me properly because of the heaviest sins that struggled and made a peristalsis movement to come out of my mouth. I tried several times, but nothing would come out. The priest decided that we take a five minute break, but guess what, the face mast was suffocating me that I even forgot what the five minute break was for.

Besides, the priest had told me to write an apology letter. Apparently I have offended someone that is not known to me as well. Yeah, I know you are bit confused as I am. I have a hangover that is a museum piece. I am sure I have done or said something that is very terrible that allows me to be left alone, not even a fly flies near me. Let alone pestilential mosquitoes singing to me. I thought I should have letters circulating around to save me this time an exhaustion, to say I apologies to you and all those people I have sinned against.

Yes, I do understand some of the things I have done, Oh! Gosh they are terrible. Really terrible!!!You know the feeling to go there when there is nothing there. Or to come here when everyone is here. Maybe I should really apologies, it might save a bit of energy to do so, I guess. But all in all, I have a lot to tell you, but again, I remembered that I can't tell you. If I would, that would be it! We would part our ways for ever! You'd probably not even look back after that. Most probably you would not even be able to look at me. Your author.

I heard yesterday that your brother has a brand new baby. I couldn't congratulate you because I don't know if the child is a boy or a girl. So I don't know if you are an uncle or aunt.

Well, again, I think I should apologies for what I have done, for being me. Now I know that being me hurts others for being them. But I also want to say I am sorry, but until then, I am sorry.

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Your Author,

James Qeqe,

The New Voice of Africa,