CAPSULES COLOURS OF LIFE
In the name of love, many are picking the dust of their dreams off the streets, in the name of love many have their physiological essentials strewn on the tarmac, in the name of love many brains have become vacuous and derelict.
I beg we’ve got to start borrowing ourselves some sense joo, cos it’s becoming ludicrous.
We are slapped on every side by the vicissitudes of life wondering why our lot is defined by the hard knocks sent our way, deflated and often defeated we revisit purpose and try to panel beat it to repurpose mode.
Love as people playfully toy with the word has landed many in yaba left mainly because expectations and result are not in sync. Many invest emotional currency and are plummeted often by the cruel hands of the significant other in whom they trust.
In the name of love we get “mumufied” and “magarined”, still we trudge on wallowing in the drudgery of a venture that oftentimes gives zero return on investment.
Many are broken beyond repair, many are glued together in areas that fail to stand, whilst many are so mentally injured that it leaves onlookers piqued.
In the name of love, oh, the things we permit, in the name of love, the things we omit in the name of love, the things we remit in the name of love, we do many strange things that diminish us, how can something that is meant to grow us stunt us like this .....
My people oooooo, It’s time to empty this bottle of mumu capsules and chop sense, male o, female o, you must focus on your mental well being and delete everything and anything that continually introduces toxicity into your life. We only have this one life to live.
Trust me, for every man or woman who treats you like trash, there are many others who will appreciate and celebrate you. I once read somewhere that nobody can make you feel small without your permission, so biko, don’t give them permission I beg.
It’s time to spirituality google your life like my friend Wunmi often says and reevaluate your options, you deserve to live and be happy not exist. You need to get up and get tough, you need to learn how to ride roughshod over situations that perturb, disturb and disrupt. At some point, enough must finally be enough. We all need companions yes, but if you are in a relationship all by yourself you may have to bite the bullet and break the cord, our Creator will help fill the void but if you continue to allow sludge block your soul, it will break your spirit.
Be guided, or that fire wey plantain see before e turn boli, go borrow you use.
Oya, in the name of love collect wisdom and chop real sense, it’s called self love.