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Pepper dem minions



Let me pepper them more.

The other day I made a post regarding the just concluded BBN and some average thinking simpletons from the wasted lands called Nigeria wanted to boil egg with their fury over it.

Like the weeds from the flowers, I separated them quietly without any sound.

Bet y'all didn't notice them, that's how to resolve insignificant matters, quietly and without noise...

Now I was having a conversation with a dear friend who was having a difficult time communicating and living peacefully with her mum.

So she asked for my advice, which I wouldn't have given if she hadn't asked.

I don't give unsolicited advice, just unsolicited opinion.

Because my opinions are mine!

It's my voice and my life style...I give it without asking for permission and so long as it is on my wall and not yours, it's best you have an open mind or keep your eyes shut.

And my opinions are not for minions.

So I listened to her complain and worry unnecessary, then I replied.

The average Nigerian parents are tired and exhausted from working hard and long for years, with nothing but children as their achievements and in most cases, sole investments or assets.

The average Nigerian parents invest in sperm and ovary, reaping children from years of consistent sowing of seeds and reaping plenty children in return.

The ROI is always on point!!!

And children are noisy, dirty, annoying and huge responsibilities until they grow up.

It's even worse when they are grown up and still depending heavily on the now fallen and sagged shoulders of the now advanced and tired parents.

Once you have come of age, the best thing you can do for your parents is to get out of their house and make money.

Rebellious or not, bad or good, Christian or pagan, doesn’t fuc*ing matter.

Just make money and all will be forgiven and well again.

If you are always fighting with your parents, always arguing with your mother and exchanging words with your father….just leave house and go and make money.

Don’t listen to that uncle or aunt that is advising you to repent or play the fool to appease your parents.

Don't listen to your pastor, telling you to fast and pray, or sow seeds to live in peace with your parents.

They will never be appeased with your ass on the bed and in their faces everyday, eating their rationed food portions.

Don’t mind your friends telling you to keep mute and not respond back when your parents are attacking you.

Your parents don’t want a priest or a nun neither do they want a mute, they want a billionaire, in fact, they will manage a millionaire.

It doesn’t matter what you do, if you like smoke like a chimney and dance like a stripper on national TV, drink and party hard every Saturday, go semi nude and expose your private parts, shout and scream obscenities at the top of your lungs when you are upset with someone or slightly tipsy… it doesn’t fuc*ing matter!

Just win 60 million, buy a brand new car and tickets to Dubai or build a mansion, and I bet you, your parents will come out hard and support you live on TV and even introduce you to the world as their favorite child.

The best way to win an argument with an African parent is to make money or simply win it mercilessly.

Just make money and your sins will be forgiven, even uncle Uzor will come all the way from the village to celebrate and support you.

Ask Mercy.

#pepperdem

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