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Some are born to Magic others are born to Sheep



I cringe when I see posts where people advice others about dating a comfortable man.

Please is there a man that wants to date an uncomfortable woman?

Or people praying for you to marry a successful man, please who will marry the unsuccessful men whose mother's are praying to marry and have grandchildren?

If you are not comfortable yourself or successful, then you have more important things to think and worry about than a pot belly and a small dick with a fat bank account.

Just make money and see how irritated you will be when that same man that you saw as your messiah and that of your family, comes around looking for you.

Except he is Ned, Dan or Ote...my dear just make money and see how clearly you will wish to unsee.

You won't only go Peter on him and deny him, even your family will become Judas to him and help you crucify him.

If it's sex you want, then you will have a pool of choices to pick from, all at your beck and call.

Religion won't be powerful enough to threaten you.

Tradition won't be scary enough to shut you up.

Society will always take your side whether you are right or wrong, in fact you will never go wrong.

Just be useful to yourself.

And discover how much your value will increase.

Life is not hard at all.

But you will never know when you are poor.

The poor will always be defensive and angry at God or the world, when they aren't begging or complaining.

But the rich, they are too busy to even notice we don't have steady light or police brutality, the same policemen are always guarding and escorting them.

If you think marrying a rich man or spouse is your ticket out of poverty, you have never been critically sick and hungry with lots of money before.

Yes you will have the best care but you will still cry your eyes out because you don't have appetite to eat all the pizza and ice cream you crave.

It's like a rich man in prison.

Rich to buy a car or designer clothes, but where will you ride it or wear it.

You won't even have a say.

Some people are born to magic.

Others are born to sheep.

Bleating is all they do when they should be making magic.

Ask yourself, who are you this 21st century when it's so easy now to be a millionaire than it was 10, 15 years ago.

If at this stage in your life, you are still chatting with people whose next question is, what have you eaten and then follow up with OK, because they lack the cerebral will to keep a conversation spinning, just bleat, you are a sheep.

If you still have friends that beg you to subscribe for them just to be online and waste time, and judge you because you don't have or refuse to do so, bleat, you are a sheep for tolerating goats.

It might sound extreme but if you have friends that you are always available in their time of need but they are never available in your time of need, bleat.

If you don't have yin to yan at this age where time is money and talk isn't cheap again, bleat.

If your life is boring, stop lying to yourself, you are boring not your life.

Stop blaming Facebook for being boring, someone is making billions and people are building careers on the same platform you claim to be boring, just because you haven't been able to get one person to subscribe 1000 naira MTN for you...just bleat.

It's not your life that is boring, it's you. You are a sheep, a cheap sheep.

You don't work

You don't think

You don't manufacture

You don't produce

You just beg and consume

If you wanna see just how interesting life is, make money and have friends who are entrepreneurs, celebrities and oil tycoons.

You will beg and crave for a quiet time.

And you won't see it.

No man will control the wheel to your happiness because you will drive wheels faster and luxurious than his Patriarchal keke jumping ass can stop.

You will be too rich to be sad over one penis when you can buy a thousand orgasms.

Your next move won't be a matrimonial bed in the other room, it'll be mahogany table in the boardroom.

You are not a project, you don't need aid.

Don't date beneath you and wonder why life is unkind

Don't date above you and be a minion

Date your kind and have an opinion.



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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