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Convenience is the New Love


Who marries for love this days?

Nowadays, the trend is marrying for convenience.

Convenience is the new love!

Let's look at this logically.

No matter how big, sophisticated or luxurious a building is, there is always a small room downstairs, upstairs, in fact on every floor called convenience.

And it's usually very convenient, as everyone irrespective of class, style or status goes there and strips down naked to their birthday suit.

So I ask you, which is more powerful?

The board room where deals worth billions of dollars are signed...

Or the other room where the CEO or even the President, removes her undies or his briefs, exposes themselves and takes a shit?

Call it what you must if it makes you feel better.

But convenience is the new name, or rather, the upgrade of love.

Love sucks!

But, convenience on the other hand... Relieves.

Ask Regina Daniels.

19, yet living the life even your father at 90 dreams about.

You are there in your poverty and squalor, bad mouting and degrading her.

What's her crime?

Living a convenient life.

Yet, in your lack and garri with salt, you champion social media crusade against her.

Funny, her response is getting a new car...

Fuck, I love that girl!

Haven't watched any of her movies because Nollywood is a sham worse than APC.

But, I give it to her...she's fucking awesome.

I Stan Regina!

Bobrisky...You curse and shame him on a regular.

Yet, with all your manhood and masculinity, you have never bought yourself a toy car.

Yet, this artist, has not only done what you haven't been able to achieve with your perfect vocabulary and unwanted opinion, he has even sojourned into Nollywood without auditioning for a role...

If he decides he doesn't want to be a man, how is it your business?

Are you him, is he you, are him us?

Goddammit Nigerians are first class citizens in not minding your business.

Your husband cheats and beats you, but it's Bobrisky that you hate.

Your wife maltreats and starves the underage housemaid, but it's Bobrisky that will go to hell.

If life isn't teaching you a lesson, it's not because it hates you.

You are simply too stupid to learn.

So life ignores you.

You exist without living.

All though history, the girlchild has been taught to sweep, clean and wash.

So she will find the perfect man.

Who is the perfect man?

The man who can buy your mother all the wrappers and give your father all the luxury and comfort he never could give himself

So she brings home the price and you want to crucify her

Not because you are righteous or of good moral standing

But because, she is living the life you wish you had.

Envy, masked in self righteousness.

A rich old man marries a young woman, and you say he is in love.

A young girl marries an old rich man, and you say she is a whore.

What gives you any right to have an opinion.

Focus on your poverty and problems with the same energy, and I bet you, you will still not be rich...

But mind your business and maybe, just maybe, you might prosper.

Whine, cry and curse all you want.

We won't hear you.

You are a Nigerian and Nigeria has no value again.

It just is.

Pointless.

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur


www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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