PLEASE BE REAL MY FRIEND



I don't expect your face to be without pimples or wrinkles; don't try to impress me with a flawless face.
I don't expect you to speak from your nose when talking to me; I know how your village people sound
I don't expect your spellings to always be correct as long as I know what you wanted to spell: I've seen your notebooks
I don't expect your grammar to always be correct as long as I understood you; I'm not an exam body.
If you drank *garri* or ate *matemba* don't tell me you ate chicken and lion meat, as long as your belly is full I don't care what you filled it with.
Don't lie about your parents, they mustn't be perfect, mine aren't
Your father could be a drunkard or your mother a flirt, don't paint the picture of a saint to me because my parents aren't better and I might bump into your parents soon.

If you don't have it, don't borrow and intimate me with if. If you borrowed it, don't pretend it's yours. Everyone borrows at times.
If your hills hurts you take off, if your suit makes you sweat, don't put it on. Don't make me feel you are comfortable when you are not.

Be real my friend
When you are real, I'll love you for who you are and not what you've pretended to be and have.
My acts to you would be sincere
Don't lie about not been upset when you are.
If you haven't forgiven me, tell me, it doesn't make you a sinner
Yes, we might fight because we don't pretend, we might struggle to accept our real selves but when we do, our love would be genuine and our relationship real.
Be real my Friend
Be real
Letter to my friend by pastor promise Ikpe

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