Where art thou my Valentine?

Dear My Valentine,
I chose to write to you this love letter on this day – Valentine’s Day, the day our love was born. I searched for the way to remind you of how much you mean to me and I could not find one.

Then I remembered. I may not know how to prepare breakfast but God gifted with these hands, the magical hands that can write anything, anything that can be said.

On Valentine’s Day, the streets are painted red and black. A sea of people walk; man and woman hands around each others waist. Romance fills the air.

That scene two years ago is still vivid in my mind. I was out with the boys. I saw a lady clad in a gorgeous dress. It was red in colour. She had long black hair. Her feet were fitted with stylish shoes. Oh, she was smart!

I had for long wanted to date a slim girl, for in our boys’ circles, we cherished ‘portable girls’ but when I saw you – neither slim nor fat just medium size, love started flowing through my blood streams. I would follow you. It was difficult but I found you.

I was a stranger but I was amazed at how polite you were when I said “Hello”. Kindness bubbled in your eyes. Your brown skin colour and white dazzling eyes drew me to you but your golden heart would keep me.

You are a woman of noble character. Your level of commitment to this relationship even before God blessed us with material possessions is laudable. Yet it is not about money. Yes, we work hard and earn handsomely but we put money in its place.

Ours has been about God whose word is light to our footsteps, and those exclusive moments we have shared. Those times we have been alone on the island looking at our dreams and praying over them have been special.

Oh, how I bless your mother for nurturing such a sweet daughter! I’m blessed to have you. Walking with you on the streets holding hands, I feel I own the whole city! You are the precious rubies every man would crave to have.

But I must caution you, my love. Some people are already jealous of us. I hear some girls grumble how come you date one of the best writers in this country. Don’t give them your ear. You are mine and I am yours.

I love you My Valentine. That is why the other day at church I kissed you in front of everyone. Our pastor felt uncomfortable, and I could understand, for ours is a somewhat conservative church, but you see, that was for you alone.

In fact it got me thinking what will happen on our wedding day when the very pastor says “you can now kiss your bride”, but as they say, we shall cross the bridge when we get there.

For now, a hug will do. My valentine, I should tell you this too. I love the way you cover my weakness and promote the good in me. You believe in me. You trust me. And that, besides inspiring me to becoming the best husband I can be, raises my productivity at work. Those are the days my editor taps me on the back, “Young man, that was a good article!” hmm…I wish! Wishes.

Wishes of a handsome bachelor. I do not know where you are, my Valentine because I have not met you. Something or I should say the Holy Spirit tells me you are not very far. You could be in Arua or here in Buganda, for there is something about Baganda girls! You could be in Fort Portal.

I’m told girls from that side are beautiful. It could be you are in the land of the Kyabazinga, for women there, I hear, divorce not. Where are you my Valentine? Heavy with love, my heart longs for you. I hope will find you one day.
I love you,
Brian Mutebi