To your daughter,
Your father came to visit me this morning. I am grateful for that, but it was too late. I had already decided.
I feel so sorry for this, but I have no other option. Please forgive me dear! I always wish to be by your side all the time, but my health is failing me. This blood cancer has really been an embargo to me. Please forgive your mother for abandoning you.
You asked me why we are very poor. Your question broke my weak bones because I had no clear and exemplified answer that would satisfy you. Maybe your father might have one.
Since I fell sick, you are overworking and sometimes you miss school because of me. It hurts. I see I am delaying your future, for you to study peacefully, I must go. I know it will hurt you but it will at least set you free. I want you to achieve your dreams.
I have reserved Tsh 400,000/= for you. I know I could use the money for my treatment but there is no way I can recover from this malicious cancer. Please dear, use the money for your basic needs. The money is hidden under the Jack fruit tree behind this house. Please, go and dig down there you will find a polythene bag.
Please, be an excellent girl. Do not hate your father. He loves you! Study hard and achieve your dreams well. Only education will set you free from the claws of life. I hope you will remember all that I have taught you.
I love you dear.
Maximilian Kikwembe, Swahili Apologist