“I wanna hear your heartbeat,
In the darkness,
Every day of my life;
I wanna heart your heartbeat,
In the darkness(beating),next to mine!”
I loved music during my High School days; I love music even more now,in my old age.
It is one love that I’ve not outgrown through all these years….
There was a time when seduction played out paper, not on Facebook or WhatsApp; when men wrote letters on stationary perfumed by cheap brands like Yolanda and sent them with a metaphorical kiss.
They were so cool we didn’t call them letters, we called them ‘missives’. We
even purchased stationary with love hearts printed on them, or flowers, that we thought fit for the purpose.
We then spent half our night- time preps writing these letters in black ink. This
kind of writing was arduous and precise because you didn’t have the benefit of the backspace, which means if you erred on the fifth paragraph, you had to start the letter afresh on a fresh piece of stationary. You wrote things like: ‘You make my heart go boom / food tastes like murram when I think about how you sung during that CU outing / your smile is like the full moon, and now it keeps my heart bright during these cold nights studying nomenclature in bio / I can’t wait to see you again because I’m the luckiest man in the world.’
Then you sent the letter with your photo
enclosed – the only photo in which you were wearing a clean school shirt. Letters would take a week to get there and another week to come back, assuming she was so taken by your lyrics that she wrote back immediately. But then you
would wait and wait and at some point you would realise you aren’t the luckiest man in the world and that in place of the full moon smile that shone in your heart, there now lived darkness.
Oh, with the level of heartbreak some
of us endured in high school, it’s a wonder that we even finished that race.
The art of writing letters to women is dead. I mean proper letters in envelopes. I miss licking the sticky side of an envelope. (How safe was that, anyway?) The thrill was not even in writing the letter with the cheesy poetry, it was in
waiting for a reply.
Sometimes you would wait and wait and think that maybe the klutzy form one Letter Boy in charge of distributing the
letters lost your letter in a heap. So you would write another one full of poetry and enclose another picture of yourself in a clean, borrowed shirt and still, she wouldn’t reply! Love was tough in high school. Hell, love is still tough.
Now it comes in the form of an ignored blue tick.
There is very good written song by Don
Williams who just passed on called If
Hollywood Don’t Need You. It’s one of my
favourites. I stole a lot from Don’s lyrics. This song starts with him telling this girl who left him to go to Hollywood that, “While you know I’m not much good at writing letters, so I gave up and decided that I’d call…/ There isn’t much news to tell you, things back here never seemed
to change at all / I hope you made the big time / I hope your dreams come true / But if Hollywood don’t need you, honey I still do / Lately we don’t cut up like we used to (with his mates) / Cause all that I think about is you / I know this is what
you’ve always wanted / but I know now that all I want is you.”
Boy, did I love that jam! I stole it and mutilated it and turned it into mine. And boy, did it fall flat with those girls! I guess I imagined that the girls would read it in Don William’s gentle voice.
They obviously read it in my squeaky voice. Oh well, this was supposed to be a tribute to Don Williams for dominating my pre-teens and now in my old age with great poetry and great lyrics. To all the girls I wrote to in high school who never replied, I hope you are still proud of your heartlessness!