A letter from Oct 2nd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Dude last night you kissed the baddest ***** in town! Okay I'm not sure if she's the baddest, but she sure is bad. You don't even know her name 😂😂😂. To ease your confusion, she's the girl that stays khabo Thumeka/ Kwa Ximba. She got a fine ***! Like very fine ***. She's your sisters friend now, and you kissed her Infront of your sister erumini lika Sipho they were drinking there and you walked in with Tshepo and Themba, you actually waited a few seconds after Tshepo and Themba walked in and said "anijabuli makungena mina?" And they all screamed. She stood up, and rushed to hug me and that quickly turned into a kiss a smooch! Infront of phambi kwabantu! 😂 Ofcours you were drunk, but not that drunk coz I still remember it even now. Today is Saturday the 2nd of October and you are conflicted on whether to go to Carnival city or Germiston to get you Bank Card since you lost it the previous week coming from work the day before Heritage Day. You have not yet built your room so you still staying with your momma in the house and you ******* 26 years old! Gad****!! If I had my room already I'd be talking bout I had smashed that fat *** girl by now but noo I only kissed her. Imagine If this site crashes and I never get to read this email ever again that would be a bummer😂🤦🏿. Aight bye dude, hope you living the best way you know how. Don't let any negative vibes get to you, yeah we call everything 'vibes' now, it probably will be lame now that you reading this. It's weird writing these emails to myself, or to you or you are me, anyway it's weird writing these coz you might not even get these emails coz you'd be dead or forgotten your email address password or you will be on a different platform if there will ever be a platform better than Gmail in the next five years.. five years from my time not your time, I speak to you as if you are someone else but you are me so this is weird again, but in a sense you are not really me now that you would be reading this you will be a different kind of me. (The tenses here are beating me.) Bye Sigcino Sizwe Ngcobo. How am I saying bye to myself when I can never leave me? Paradox.