Letter to 40 year old me.

Hey 40 year old me, how are you? It's cold and late and I cant stop thinking about you. For starters I really hope  you ain't bald, I wouldn't like to be bald. I hope you are handsome and fit. I hope you jog every morning and you take a mix of those awful tasting blended vegetables that you read about from a health colum.

Please tell me you married that girlfriend that was always on your mind. I hope you made a good wife, mother and friend from her. I hope you got two kids a boy and a girl in that order, if not I'm really dissapointed in you. Hope your kids love you a lot and that you ain't a bad overprotective father.

I hope you got a job, quit after 2 years to start your own business, I hope its succesfull. I hope that in those years you made people happy. I hope you tried to change the world, even if it's by throwing that piece of paper in the trash can to ensure the environment is clean. Please tell me you've travelled the world and you aint just stuck there in Nairobi seeing the same damn roads daily.

 I know you've struggled a lot, life ain't fair isn't it? 

I hope you still read lots of books and anything intresting that comes your way. 

Finally, I'm getting sleepy, I hope you've written your own book or an anthology of poems. Oh and before I forget please tell me you still post on prose and that you've won at least 5 or more challenges. Please dont fail me, Ireally hope Ioads of plans for you. Bye bye please reply some day when you get time. I feel like telling you I love but I'm too gangsta for that plus it sounds wierd, so peace bro, I'm out.