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Single yet Even



Being single is not a curse

Being single is not a condition

Being a single mum is not an abomination

Being married is not by force

Being without a boyfriend is not a hindrance

Being without a husband is not a crime

It's normal not to want kids

If your parents had this mentality you won't be born, block those people that will say this shit to you. It is not customary to be married. Being entangled, married, teamed up forever or temporary is a decision not a law.

It's normal to love the beauty of choices and have the luxury to indulge these God given freedom.

You can love more than one man, it's normal. Even God loves each and every creation he created and we are more than a billion yet we profess undying and unconditional love to Him, a cheat!

If He can do it and not be stigmatized as a cheat, aren't we also capable of loving unconditionally more than one human being and not condemned as a cheat?

(This point is not for the religious fanatics but for those who can think freely without the shackles of religion and tradition)

Who are you to judge my love, if I say it's unconditional then it is so, if you feel it is selfish, it is also so. We are both right. Leave with your right let me stay in my right.

It's normal to love art even if you are not an artist.

To travel without thinking of crying kids or hungry husband.

To live life the way you were originally designed to which is to conquer and possess your possession.

To unearth life's mystery and make acquaintances from this part of the world and beyond and not be restricted, hindered or monitored by a man whose last name you bear like a stigma and a leash.

It's normal to live abnormal, aspire like an immortal, earn in billions and dream beyond society, religion, family and marriage!

It is normal to want more

It is normal to dream more

It is normal to dream alone

It is normal to be alone in your dreams

It is normal to love yourself more, except you are a twin, you came into this life alone, so be selfish for once, you have earned it!

Live different because you will die alone and the same, so why live the same and die the same when you can live differently and die all the same!

Live better Die well
...even if it means dying alone, then God dammit die it!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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