I scrolled through my timeline on facebook and bumped into your profile. I then noticed that everything else had come to an instant standstill. My hand started sweating as my itchy fingers fondled foolishly with the mouse... I could feel my hungry eyes twitching. They were dieing to pop out of their sockets to behold your beauty.... Honey, I swallowed an enormous gulp of saliva and gazed at my laptop with smirky smiles. I tried poking you but sweetheart... the internet was terribly slow. I clicked my tongue!
I remember saving your name and restarting my laptop. Yes!!! the internet was at its peak. I sent you a friend request and you added me asap. I poked you again and you poked me back. I said hi and you replied "howdy..." that is where my problems begun.
Babe, I know we like each other so much and that we are more than friends since we started dating online four months ago. But just before you depart from Europe to Kenya to meet me officially, there are things I would want you to know in advance. Ok?
Uuuhm.... I know this will piss you off and am afraid you may abolish your plans to come to Kenya coz the truth is that I am actually a disabled man.... Thats the reason you have never seen any of my full pictures online. One of my leg is half the size of the other. That is how I was born and it breaks my heart so much. See, I couldn't tell you am Crippled because I was afraid of losing you to another man!
The picture of mine that you liked and shared to your friends and relatives on google plus and twitter is a selfie I took two years ago... That is before my step mother poured a pot boiling water on my face thus painfully peeling off the only mask of joy that I had on my once spotless face. Now my face looks frail with tarmacks of networked scars from the brutual burn I got on that fateful day.
I thought I should let you know this heartbreaking news in advance..... When you jet in at the airport, do not struggle looking for a 6.25 ft tall_dark_slender man with side-banks, long eyelashes and a twisted spanish moustache... no. I will be seated on my wheelchair with a cape and black shades to cover the scales of my miserable faceless face.
Just in case you abolish your plans to come see me please just mail me. It would be so sad to endure the scorching rays of the sun waiting for you- to no avail of success. But in case you come over, I will be glad to take you to my humble abode. The portrait that shelters my mysteries in the name of a house, are pieces of iron-sheets held together by rust. Dont mind about the cold. And flying toilets from my neighbors... I will cook for you sumptuous Kenyan meals and am hoping you will leak your lips, fingers and plate.
I love you with a passion!
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