Nana Kwadwo Agyei Addo’s Letter to Adoma / Letter to Frema unfolds as a contemplative epistolary diptych — two monologues suspended in parallel rather than in dialogue. Adoma, the enduring soul, and Frema, the vanishing muse, speak across a gulf of longing, disillusionment, and slow estrangement. These letters do not plead for reconciliation; they sift through the sediment of love frayed by repetition and faith thinned by time.

What remains is an existential fatigue, where the self contends with fracture and inherited expectation alike. The language drifts between the devotional and the disenchanted, offering no resolution — only the persistent ache of an almost-grief.