You recently married. I got to know about it just 3 days to the event, and even then, from someone else. You never gave me the slightest clue, and you still haven’t. But I had my own plans made already, so I couldn’t be around. Besides, you surely had a reason for not telling me about your marriage — I obviously wan’t wanted around. So coming around, even if I did have the time and inclination to, would have been rather disingenuous on my part.

I’m not complaining. I’m human, and I do understand why you didn’t want me around. But your family and our mutual friends obviously don’t. So they keep bugging me about not being around when you tied the proverbial knot. If only they knew what we both know.

Good luck, my dear little thing. May the Divine Wisdom grant you the desire to dream once again, the strength to wake up from your slumber and live your dreams, and the courage to live your life, your way. Hasta mañana.

Here’s Josephine Akyeampong with her little son, Kwame. Josephine was one of the few really great friends I had, until I lost her friendship to… eh… marriage. She hooked up with another good friend of mine, Donne Darku, about a year ago. The two are currently based in Nigeria.

We’re still in touch, and I spoke to her less than a week ago. But our conversations are not like they used to be anymore. Our conversations cannot be the way they used to be. Our conversations should not be the way they used to be… not anymore.

All the best, Jossie. Miss you dearly, Jossie.