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The win against toxic people is to pack and go!

Do you know why despite your good and noble intentions some landlords and co-tenants will never accept you

You can never please them even when you decide to try extra hard

Relax... It's not you, it's them

The upper and middle/lower class can never be camaraderie 9 times over 10

They can never be friends

Poverty is their culture

Some people are resigned to that culture they can never escape it

They can never think big

Even if you take a lizard to America, it won't become an Alligator there

It will still be a lizard

Nodding to every challenges, never biting big to taste freedom

They are lizards, and can never aspire to gator just the ghetto

They only thrive in the ghetto but you, you will go beyond the gates and prosper

They know this therefore your very success is an affront to them

You both share different realities 

You are a constant reminder that they are failures... 

Especially if you are a young, single working class lady living in a face me I slap you compound, and trying to mind your business until you upgrade and relocate

Your daily routine is a slap on their cheek

Every 9 to 5, nylon bag, Uber ride, shoprite bag you carry is a reminder of their shitty average existence

When they ignore your greetings for no reason

Or attack you unprovoked

It's not you, it's them

You are not a troublemaker

It's their failure projecting through aggression 

It's poverty lashing out

Don't try to make peace

It won't work 

Just pack!

Move in with your kind

Those that speak same body and verbal language with you

Not the one that will get upset and turn red because you raised your shoulders while carrying two big full shoprite nylon bags

You can't live in a face me I slap you compound and expect a bungalow reception from your neighbors

They will always demonstrate their averageness, so never condescend to their level

Never lower your standards 

Your very breath is an affront

They will always remain low and they know it so anyone with a glimpse of light, and upper-class existence is the enemy

They only love people beneath them

So long as you are above them, you are a threat to their low life authority and superiority 

Every success you register is a reminder of their failure

As long as you buy good food and cook a hearty meal, the kind they only enjoy on Christmas or special occasions, you are a threat to their pitiable existence

So pack and go!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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