Sent in by a Reader who wants to share:
A husband working abroad wrote to his wife…..
Dear Sweetheart, I can’t send my salary this month. The global market crises has affected me, so I am sending 100 kisses. You are my sweetheart.
Your loving husband,
His wife replied…
Sweetheart Dearest, Thanks for the 100 kisses, below is the list of expenses I paid with the Kisses…..
1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month’s milk.
2. The electricity man agreed not to disconnect us only after 7 kisses.
3. Your landlord comes every day to take 2 or 3 kisses instead of the rent
4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I gave him other
items. I hope you understand.
5. Other expenses 40 kisses.
Please don’t worry about me, I have a remaining balance of 35 kisses and
I hope I can complete the month using this balance…
Shall I plan the same for next month? Please Advice!!!
Your Sweet Heart,
Remember, your opinion is highly welcome as we go through this together.
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Over time, KSB readers have been sending some very interesting emails to be featured at the blog during some off topic moments. The mails could be humorous, educative or just for amusement. I promised last year to be publishing these mails and since they continue to roll, they will begin to feature at KSB from time to time.
The project is part of “spicing up” KSB and to enable fans to contribute content via email. Not everything sent in can be published and KSB will reserve the right to publish any material sent in. We will begin with one that is just in and which questions how risky your job is. It features moments in the life of an African Python catcher.
Dear Mrs X, I have a confession for you. I love your husband. I know this is the wrong time but I cannot hide it in me anymore. When I met you, you went on and on about how your husband was not man enough for you. Though you admitted that he provides for you and your kids very well…you still went on to say that you wish you could turn back the hands of time and he would feature nowhere in your life. I pitied you-coz I had always perceived you as a woman of style. It did not hit me for one minute that with your designer clothes and shoes, you would be unhappy. I looked at you and agreed with my moms saying that money, after all, cannot buy happiness.
I had so much pity for you until I met your husband. When he first walked in the club where I was having drinks with my gals….I thought to myself. “That’s a stylish guy”. Soon rumours were going round the table…somebody said eti that was your husband. I denied passionately saying that the man you had described to me could not be him. I mean, you said he was useless – the dude in the club did not look an inch useless.
After some research, I found out that he was your husband. Coincidentally on a rainy Friday jioni he gave me a lift home. Chit chat here and there and I confirmed that this was definitely not a useless man. He dropped me home and told me he was going for a drink. I offered to join him anyway. My friendship with your husband went on for a long time. He is a nice warm guy. He is the exact opposite of the man you described to me.
During one weekend, he confided in me that he wanted to take you away from the hustles and bustles of the city. He even cried when he narrated to me how you had first fallen in love and how things were falling apart day by day. He saw this as an opportunity to try and mend things…but what did you do? You told him that your mother was waiting for you upcountry. Of all the things, you failed to mention to your husband whom you live with under the same roof, that you had plans. Once again you broke his heart.
I know this will geek your little heart but I spent the long week-end with your husband. Hey….don’t blame me. He already had reservations and I accompanied him as a friend. Am sorry though: On reaching there, things got terribly out of hand and the obvious happened. It was warm.
I know I love your husband. I know I can give him what you will never give him – love and appreciation. So please let me love him. Am not after his money like you are because am sure if he was a poor guy you would have divorced him. Yesterday he told me that he feels like a teenager again – that feeling of loving and being loved is back. I love being with him. I remember you told me you cannot stand him. Thanks for this piece of information. I love spending my time with him and I will do everything to make sure that you lose him.
Am sorry I had to do this. But I just wanted to let you know that I LOVE YOUR HUSBAND!!
Its me who needs no introduction