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I Stan Me!



I am introverted to the core.

But outspoken when the need arises.

Long ago, a friend taught me a lesson.

We used to be close.

Lol...now distance doesn't mean shit to me.

He said in no subtle terms that he was busy chasing money.

Friendship can wait.

I love that dude...

Best advise ever.

Friendship indeed can wait

But me, I won't.

So I didn't.

I learnt.

Moved on.

And withdrew.

And when he started sending bc's and pages for me to like, share and follow.

I declined.

Friendship indeed should wait.

I am busy.

Fuck friendship.

I stan money better.

Money is constant.

And transparent.

When you have it, you know you do.

When you don't, you know you don't.

Can you say that about relationship?

You think you have it, whereas you don't.

You think you don't have it, but the other person feels like you do.

I don't get close to people anymore, I dread familiarity.

Your kindness makes me paranoid.

This is Nigeria.

Nothing goes for nothing.

Let our relationship be on a business level.

Give me and I give you.

Don't give me and walk away.

Leaving me in a state of obligation and debt.

I won't let my guard down.

Never again.

It has never failed me.

Whereas, I on the other hand.

Has failed it numerous times.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not a one man army.

Far from it.

I too need help.

But the difference is I'm not afraid to ask.

And the beauty is, I will pay for it.

Because I know the son of man.

And he gives nothing for free.

That's why the devil has a penis.

Always looking for a hole to stick it in.

Never bend down.

Else, you are finished!

So long as there's a hole, a lapse in judgement, a weakness...

He must come for it.

So I'll pay now, than pay later.

Like the paylater App.

You think they are your friend

All they want is to give you now and take double later, nay triple!

Because there's always interest to a debt owed.

I am an institution!

What I have in me is gold.

It costs something.

So I wouldn't accept free.

When I am expensive.

I am not a candle.

I am the fucking transformer!

I bring creativity not mediocrity to the table.

The Bible says it will prepare a table before me, in the presence of my enemies.

Today, I am the fucking table.

Without me, there is no supper.

Not first, last nor next!

They all starve!

I know this.

And this is the problem.

Because they know I know this.

So they call it pride and ego.

Not self awareness 

Not value

Or knowing your fucking worth.

I feed you!

You know I feed you better than you feed yourself.

So you hate that I know I feed you better.

You expect me to act ignorant.

Your supervisor and boss, in a bid to remain relevant, seeks to devalue you.

Your ideas offends him or her.

They can't comprehend it.

You are a threat.

So they devalue you like the naira.

And squeeze you like you are nothing.

Till you cost nothing more than a losing party.

Like PDP

Powerless

Black race...scum

That's why there's no black in the rainbow.

Always want to see our neighbor on their backs.

To feel white

We dress to feel white

Talk to feel white

Act to feel white

Even bleach to feel white

Look to feel white

Yet, no matter how white we look

The closest we can get to is yellow

The white man doesn't give a shit

We are still as black as sin

We are still black, black and black.

The white man doesn't care.

He just wants result.

And result he must get.

We want report.

And report we shall get.

We don't play the game of thrones

We clean it!

We are not ready to leave the third world yet

We crave it

We hate competition

America is competition

UK is competition

China is competition

We rather fight Ghana, Cameroon and Uganda.

Even Rwanda is leaving us behind.

Yet we clap and dance naked because we feel like Giants of Africa.

Even Africa is leaving is behind.

We are third world!

Looks, fake and forced accent and drama won't save us

Culture won't change us

Religion won't help us

I don't care anymore

I'm a writer

I can do it, I have come this far

I am just this close

Believe it or not, I am above Nigeria

My skills and ability knows this

Even if you don't.

Fuck you.

I hate what I don't like

So I like what I don't hate

I Stan me!

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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