We met...we met...we met

Ok He is tall, of course....

we dont have dat much bamboo from bak at home, but oh my , i go read that in them buks, and I know he is tall, also becoz, I looked up, when he was talking. I only had to wait untill Aunt Nera dosed off on the chair, then I heard the whistle..

"chi chiw..chi ...chiw"

Honest to my ancestors my heart had been going thump the whole day. But am smart, thot i shuld shut up before i open my big muth, to bring Nita up, wrong of me, but its hard , on My gran-pa grave to bring it forward

He is good to look at, we stood at the corner house talkn, i culd not go far, I mean Nita had not come home early again, and i was no gon waste good chance... becoz of her, washn them clothes was paybak enuff!

I had to rush bak to the house, but he said he gon call on me tomorow, may when i go to posho mill to grind them corn, Nita says she cant be seen doin that, all her life days!