We shall be together through January, if I can

Dear maker,
It is with great remorse that I have to pen this. As you may know, we are already in December, a busy month you know. It is not really busy that we have a lot of work, but it is busy that people do not want to give our tummies peace. Imagine attending a wedding on Thursday, an end of year party with a client, an office department party, skinny torn jeans theme party…
And all these are happening before Christmas.

It is because of this that I have a heavy heart as I address this to you, the makers of powdered milk, noodles and all the other things that have helped fix an easy meal after a long day at work.
For this festive season, I am sad to announce that I may not need you that much; the parties are beyond my control and just to let you in on a small secret, my neighbour dumped her annoying boyfriend. This means that with such an arrangement, and her documented love for cooking, I probably have my lunch and breakfast over the weekends sorted – that girl likes me that much, she says she wonders how a guy that wears locks could be that humble and gentle.

I have no idea how she simply looks at me and imagines I am gentle!
Before her boyfriend moved in, this creature of the Lord would look at boy child as he cleaned his shoes on a Sunday mid-morning, with a little smile to expose the gap between her teeth, she would ask; “so did you have breakfast?” And like that, all my problems of hunger would be a history paper.

That is when I started interesting her in football, she would join me to watch games and most of the times, my role would be that of a commentator, I was the guy that told her that referee punishment cards are not like the traffic, she had asked why there was no Green card in the game.
All this was no more when her knight moved in. So for the next number of weeks, I will be allowing invites from good people like her, then parties, celebrations, weddings and of course mobile money that depending on noodles or ready to eat sausages will indeed be torture, if you were in my place, trust me you would do the same.

For a better part of the season, I will be coming home full that I will not see a need to fix simple meals, like the rich gang and everybody that imitates them, I promise to spend more than I earn all in the name of celebrating the Saviour.
Try to understand the situation, it is not you, it is me!
Stay fresh, yummy and always ready to eat, I promise to be in touch in January, that is if I will be able to afford you then.
Yours, bachelor.