AN EPISTLE OF JUDAISKY TO AFRICA
You think I’m done with you? Think again.
Is it not obvious we learn most of the bad things we do in schools and peer groups.
The handiwork of envy is still mighty in our lives and it’s driving us at its own will.
Because Esther told you her boyfriend bought her apple phone makes you wonder how it will look if you too have a boyfriend.
That SHANUMI told you her new boyfriend just changed her wardrobe and shopped for her now makes you think enjoyment and good life reside with boyfriends.
That FAVY told you the boyfriend she got just last month got her a new latest ride now makes your head to swollen like Agege bread.
Now you start looking for connections even when you know your parents won’t approve you of engaging in stuff like that.
Now, your friends who have been preaching to you, to bring you into the business now see it as an opportunity to bring you in and even make you hit it bad.
After many confessions of good things boyfriends are doing in your friends’ lives, you begged them to connect you to a rich boyfriend, that you also deserve good things.
They helped you because “What are we friends for” is what they will reply you.
Now they got ROLAND for you, a rich guy as anticipated and you didn’t even ask where the rich ROLAND how he made his money.
He started spending on you without even asking for a kiss and you felt like heaven on Earth.
Now it’s time for party which you know you can’t but attend, remembering the goodies that will take place there.
Now you become overnight dedicated Christian, telling your parents you have a vigil to attend and to show how smart you are, you mention two or three sisters in the church you are going with.
Your parents freed you, hoping their daughter has gone to pray not knowing she had gone where her life will be reset to back to square one.
You come back from the vigil and you can’t work well because the Holy ghost in form of magic rod has dealt with your body.
The next three weeks, the result of the vigil comes out and GBAM, you are pregnant and you begin to ask God why, that it shouldn’t be you…
Look here my sister, envy and jealous can give you a name you don’t want to bear.
If you think I’m here ranting, just chase the will of your envy and jealousy and see if your life will remain the same again.
Be contented with what you have and if you aren’t, work more, don’t covet, I repeat, don’t covet because I won’t be there when they are beating and anchoring you the shame.
I have said my own sha.
And don’t think I am gone, I will still come your way again.
But before I cross your path again_
I hang my pen_
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