An Intimate Open Letter To P-Square
There were two little black birds sitting on a wall One named Peter, the other named Paul Fly away Peter, fly away Paul… Dear Peter and Paul, This is Sally. You may not remember me anymore. I used to be a close friend but these days I am sure I do not cross your mind. However, I’m not holding it against you and I don’t think any of your old friends are, either. We all understand that fame can separate people by thousands of miles. Millions, even. It is how these things go. No hard feelings. We are actually proud of you guys, and hold dear the memories of the past when you were just next door and we could barge in at any time and spend the day together.