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imara by Mshana

imara by Mshana is the canvas and the pages on which I curate and display the life I wish to create for myself and others. I explore there my passion for fashion, present my literally inspired visual arts, write my visual arts inspired written works, share my linguistics, travel diaries, show my finding comfort in food, and heck, whatever else I feel like... Welcome and enjoy!

Love letters


Part 1


Love,

I am glad I met you when I met you; not a moment too soon or a moment too late.  The night when I swiped right for you, was the same night I had decided to give up on love. Then the notification came and I was surprised that you -tall dark and handsome you- were interested in my broken self.

It might have not been obvious to you at the time, but I was broken. I gathered the courage to ask for your number because heck, there was no other piece left in me to break! Without a pinch of judgement you offered…and the rest was history. A couple of smiley faces later, I was convinced you will regret me but  I took a leap of faith and silenced my skepticism on matters of the heart. I dove right in, head first no heart.

A couple of days later I was in your sheets, ready to give you my  broken self and all. I was going to offer you my body! Because that is what people who meet on social media do! Not because I wanted to…again, head first, no heart.

Your gentle touch corrected my misunderstood expectations, as you asked what I want.  In that moment I realised, I am used to men who take and take from me, never asking, just collecting! Sometimes even beyond what I offer. I was shocked at the fact that you were listening to me, feeling me out before filling me in…and stoping exactly when I asked you to- without asking why!

You made me feel safe with you!  You became the definition of the man I want but never knew I needed. However, we both knew this was a temporary arrangement because soon enough, you would want more than a broken hearted girl and me more than a fixer. It’s about time I take my leave. I am sad I can’t be with you longer, but I am grateful I met you at the time that I did. You literally saved my life as thoughts of taking my own life had crossed my mind before you walked in to my life!

In another life arrangement, I would have you if you would have me.

I bid you farewell. I hope I meet you again, happy and loved, because you deserve all the love you showed me and more.

From Imara with love.

Dedication:

  • Chapter 3: The Hatchet by Jennah Bell

  • When Love Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye