Truth Ladies Need To Wake Up To

*SLAY QUEENS ON THE UNIVERSITY CAMPUSES, IS ENOUGH!!!*
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Your mum is starving to keep you in school. Your siblings eat twice a day. Your father works for his son's mate. They suffer and bleed in their hearts. But they comfort themselves with the hope that you will come out of school and change the condition of things. Your father believes that one day, he will no longer be someone's driver because you will get him a driver. Your mother believes that one day you will make her wear one wrapper only once because you will buy for her plenty. Your siblings are hoping to boast to friends about you one day.
But you, you're in school "slaying", whatever that means. You lie
about the price of course books to the old man and woman and you use the surplus money to buy the clothes you won't dare wear at home and makeups. You did it to them in secondary school , you are still doing it to them now, this time in big amounts. Not that parties are bad, but you jump from one party to another uninvited slaying and grinding. You snap with undies and post for us to like, and comment. Ooh yes, my dear, you're slaying!
Different boys drop and pick you up with their cars. You sleep over, have a good time, and you don't only use doggy snap filters, it is also your favourite style, not that it is any problem for us writing, but Andrews knows you like it, Plance Raphael knows, Kelvin knows, Jabir Mohammed, Justice knows, Hakeem knows, Francis knows, Felix knows, Derrick knows.. At this time you see how keysoap shouldnt have been Amansanboafo- it should have been you!
You're a slay queen!
You miss lectures. You sleep with guys and do all sort of things with boys especially when they are nothing special to you. You glorify being Friends With Benefit even. You get pregnant not with someone you have any future with, but with one of those fresh boys you crush on and have one of those one-night stands with, and then you abort it.
God knows you survived because of prayers from home.
And you open your mouth to say you're slaying!
You've elevated your standard of living. . Small money is not enough for you anymore, cos you don't eat just anything.
Sometimes times, many days, hunger is killing you in your hostel yet you call yourself a queen. You boast of your family but hide to talk with your dad on phone. You've never invited your siblings to your hostel
because the looks of hunger on their faces will tell the world where you come from.
You borrow clothes and get insulted. You don't care because the world
thinks they are yours.
Don't disappoint your parents , my sister. Make it a point to fight
hard to change their lives for good. You may not be so rich one day like JK Rowling , but you may, who knows. Be it as it may, even with an aspiration to work for a monthly salary, make it your goal to wipe their tears away. Don't let their suffering be in vain. Make them proud.
Leave those boys alone, you won't die if you don't have boyfriends. You won't die when you think about sex and it doesn't get to happen. You rather live well if you have someone with some minimum self-respect, who you take serious and nurture something together for an unknown future , and if Heavens will, you remain together out of the cold.
My sister, stop being a side-chick of many colours, and sides. After every cheap orgasm you give that idiot who calls you only when some sex
scene of you comes to his mind, you further cheapen yourself, you further close the gap between you and those ladies whose highest dignity is making the local area around Togo Embassy their offices.
Let those girls that have sugar daddies laugh at you. Just remember your own father could have used the money he spend in your education to be someone's Sugar Daddy. But he chose your education. Have you realized how worried he becomes when you ask for something he cannot give you immediately? Your parents are more important.
You are their pride , when you pray (something you might not remember the last time you did) you forget them, when they pray, it is because of you.
Become someone in life, and I bet you, one day.. .Just one day, you will look
back and be happy you didn't only make noise on campus
about 'change' and voting for 'change', but you yourself 'changed' and as a result, your parents, wherever they are, are happy and proud of you, that you didn't follow some temporary enjoyment to sour their happiness permanently.
My sister;
Think. Think. Think.
Change. Change. Change.