Dear Malaria - by Chukwuka Valentine

Dear Malaria, I’m tired of you coming back into my life uninvited. At this point, I think we need to have a serious conversation about boundaries. You’ve overstayed your welcome, drained my energy, ruined my plans, interrupted my sleep, and somehow, you still keep finding your way back to me. Honestly, I don’t even know what you want from me anymore. What exactly are you looking for? Because I have given you enough of my time, my energy, and my peace. Surely, that should be enough. In other countries, you’re nothing but a taboo.But here, you’re like a recurring incident — showing up again and again like you own the place. One minute, everything is fine, and the next minute, you’re knocking at my door like, “Surprise! You thought you had peace?” And let’s talk about the audacity. Who invited you? Because I certainly didn’t. You come around with your fever, your chills, your headaches, your body aches, and that terrible feeling that makes even getting out of bed feel like an Olympic sport. Then, just when I think I’m finally free from you, you disappear for a while and come back like we’re in some toxic relationship. WE ARE NOT. I have tried ignoring you.I have tried avoiding you.I have tried pretending you don’t exist. But somehow, you always find a way back. Please, for the love of everything good, leave me alone. I have a life to live, dreams to chase, classes to attend, plans to make, places to go, and people to see — and you are NOT part of the plan. I refuse to let you keep stealing days from me. I refuse to let you keep turning perfectly good mornings into “please, can I just sleep?” mornings. I refuse to keep losing my appetite, my strength, my productivity, and my entire personality every time you decide to pay me a visit. So, Malaria, this is me officially saying: WE ARE DONE. No more visits.No more comebacks.No more second chances.No more “maybe next time will be different.” There will be no next time. You need to understand that this relationship has run its course. Whatever we had is over. The memories? Deleted. The access? Revoked. The welcome mat? Removed. The door? Locked. Kindly take your parasites, your mosquito friends, and your unnecessary drama and go. And please don’t come back. I am choosing peace.I am choosing productivity.I am choosing good health.I am choosing to wake up without wondering why my entire body suddenly feels like it has been fighting a war overnight. Consider this my final warning. If you see me, keep moving.If you hear my name, mind your business.If you feel tempted to come back, RESIST. Because I am no longer available for this relationship. Yours unwillingly,Someone who just wants peace.

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