How are you? Really, how are you?
Someone recently asked me, “How are you?” I said, “I’m fine. And she asked again, “ Really, how are you?” And I remembered saying, “I’m happy, I’m fine,” and that was the truth. I was okay and genuinely happy that day, and I intend to increase the volume of my happiness.
Some days, when I’m asked, I respond, “Beautiful.” Other times, I’d say, “Calm.” But recently, I think I kind of combine “beautiful, calm, and happy,” and that’s the truth.
So you, my dear friend, how are you? Really, how are you? How is life treating you? How is your business growing? Does your boss still annoy you? Or do your colleagues make work difficult? Are you swearing for Tinubu also? And how has life been in the new country?
My dear friend, I hope when you respond with “I’m fine, “ you are really fine and not struggling with some skin acne that broke out from nowhere. I hope you have been able to deal with the cold that comes with winter and the racism that comes with your new country.
I hope your eyes still see those dreams we dreamt of years ago and that you’re holding on to hope that our private jets will match our handbags and sneakers.
Really, my friend, how are you? I know some days I take 4 years to reply to your messages, and in between Lagos traffic and the Agberos at Underbridge, I tend to miss your calls. After trying to eat either golden mourn or argue with my neighbour, I forget to call you back.
My dear friend, I see the reels you send, and I know sometimes you wish you were sending cars and a lot of money. I totally understand, but please let me know when you want to talk about how those reels cover the daily pains you are now accustomed to.
My dear friend, I ask again. Really, how are you?
Love
Your friend
Agbadudu Mera
