Skip to main content

If you must give anything, never give up



Giving someone the responsibility to make you happy when you can't do it yourself, makes you selfish.

Placing the burden and applying pressure on someone to get you the things you can't get for yourself is witchcraft.

Measuring a man's worth or a woman's substance by the amount he/she has and should spend on you, makes you worthless like a smelly hunger fart.

You have no right to define the character of anyone you didn't help mould.

If you didn't help in moulding my character, don't try to break it.

Don't even have an opinion except it is to defend it, not like I even need it.

Placing your comfort and luxury solely on another's shoulder is the definition of laziness and witchcraft.

You aren't just lazy, you are also a witch. Whether as a man or a woman.

It is only an emotionally bankrupt person that will test and guilt trip another with responsibilities that they themselves cannot handle or meet.

Of what use is a broke and broken ass man, both in mind and spirit, with a Louis Vuitton suit?

Of what good is a jobless, lazy and empty headed woman with a Brazilian or human hair?

It's like feeding a pig, chicken in a mansion, it will still look for shit or make one out of its surrounding.

Until you can afford it, you don't have a right to demand it!

Until you have earned and can make it, you have no right to stake a claim to it or worse, guilt trip another into getting it for you!

Even if you have nothing, have faith. It's free.

And if must give anything, never give up.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I am not afraid of the storm Facing it alone isn't something I would lose sleep over But I want to conquer with you Set anarchy to never after Bring liberty to forever more Alone we are survivors, caging the fiercest waves Swimming the deepest seas But, hand in hand we would drown the ocean You and I, we would drink the rivers dry And spit out islands Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne Authorpreneur

I hate my Job

Warning: Strong adult content 18+ I hate my job My boss, Miss Patricia, is a tyrant 40+, beautiful angelic face and even more perfect body, with a lovely smile, that she hardly uses, single mom of two beautiful teenage girls, whose pictures are hung everywhere in our offices. While her exterior is sweet and beautiful, her interior is dark and evil. Always barking orders at the rest of us, like children, her voice is so loud you wonder where she has the energy to scream in such a high note all the damn time She is so feared, her car horn is enough to immediately drown whatever noise or laughter is coming from the entire building The popular saying among us, her staff members, is that the fear of Patricia's horn is the beginning of wisdom I spent years searching for a job in the streets of Lagos, begging even, embarrassed by security men and spat at by lousy and saucy receptionists, to quit this one just like that. We die here! I was prepared to eat shit for as long as I could, so I ...

Riotous Love

I have always found Tony, my boyfriend, fascinating His write-ups and rants about bad governance and patriarchy got me wet and awestruck every single time I visited his timeline  Whenever he wrote a piece on Facebook and Twitter, he got thousands of likes and comments I always read every comment, especially from women who were mesmerized by his writing prowess I was once part of such women until I decided to shoot my shot, and, like cupid, I hit him straight in the heart A simple "Hello, I've read and enjoyed all your stories, maybe you could write ours someday, hope I'm not overreaching?" I had to drink almost a full bottle of bailey's to find courage for that stunt, and today, we are celebrating 8 months of the best love story ever. He was my Mr. Perfect, everything I could ever ask for and more It wasn't surprising when he asked me to join him and go for the peaceful protest here in Lagos, and like a love-struck puppy, quickly I jumped up and said yes That ...