THE EDITOR, Sir:
MONA HEIGHTS is looking for a lover. Someone who cares about her, someone who is troubled about her scarred visage and longs to see her looking fresh and new again.
In her quest to find her true love, she has sought the attention of her Councillor but he has spurned her so often that she hurts. In desperation, she reached out to her Member of Parliament but she became benumbed by his inattentiveness.
Many have looked at her in pity wondering why no-one will pay her any attention. Some have commented loudly while others whisper behind closed doors.
What will become of her if she continues down the road of neglect? Is it that she has become too old for a lover? She remembers her halcyon days when many fine gentlemen were eager to compete for her affections. Many fine ladies took pleasure in promenading along her well-dressed paths. Now she entices very few to enjoy her delights.
What more can she do? Where is her recourse? She is desperately in need of someone to love her enough to tend her wounds, cover her scars and in these affectionate ways, show her that they care! Who then will volunteer to be her Valentine and fix the potholes, please??!!
I am etc.,
PATRICIA RICHARDS
P.O. Box 373
Kingston 10
