You had so much influence on our lives.
You gave us clothes, fed us, sent us to school and rewrote the history of our lives on a platter of gold. You left no price unpaid to give us new reasons to live and live for. You're the angel of our lives; we owe our existence to you.
There's hardly any talk I engage my friends in that I cease to talk about you. You've secured a place in my heart that time cannot erase. I love your heart and kindness but no..., don't make yourself a god.
All of a sudden, you stopped sending our monthly allowances. Since you weren't indebted to us, we weren't offended. To us, you probably were in deep waters. We sought and found your house 'cos we knew how much we're indebted to you.
We've said this and are saying it again with all sense of sincerity and humaneness flowing in our veins; 'all that is ours is yours,' we're that much indebted to you. But to enforce Titi's hand in marriage is something we cannot grant. No, chief, please; we cannot.
It aches to realize you'd request something we cannot grant. But here lies a union based on affection. We cannot force your heart to merge with hers if hers decides against it. And literally, that's the one big challenge here.
There's so much to you than you suppose. You're to us a father, since dad is not. You're to us a mother, since mother is not. You're to us a brother, for we're not more than three sisters. We do not want to toy with this relationship that exists by going against the course of nature. To us, to God, that's incest.
And if you decide to act on the premise of our indebtedness, do remember that we aren't kids any longer. We owe our lives to the God who sent you our way, and would still have to make our choice.
