The reason why I keep talking about having money is just because of that man who will be lucky enough to be my lover and father of my kids. Left to me, I would be gathering money to keep going to school, teaching and living a very moderate life.
But my heart is filled with compassion and love unexpressed. There is the knowledge of the fact that I should be able to love another so effortlessly. It does not necessarily have to be in a marriage. If I marry sef una no go know. Because it would be so quiet and cheap.
I know I would end up well, but if I was alone, my money will all go for my education. I don’t mind schooling till I die. But if I find a good man, that man will be damn lucky. Because my marriage will be such that if my husband abi forever boyfriend makes too much noise, I can buy him a ticket to take his silly butt out of the house and go to Abu Dhabi.
I am used to a really fine but absolutely cheap life. I remember packing for a visit to my ex boyfriend and packing my short gowns and slipper shoes. I know how I felt after he complained about it. I did not blame him. I just want to pay for my schooling, eat good food and laugh. No matter how I try, I may not really become a slayqueen. I don’t like pressure, I live easy. I live like I have no point to prove.
But you see my boyfriend, the father of my children? That man will slay with my money! Let him just be kind to me. Not necessarily money kindness but kindness that comes from love, true love, the sort of thing gentlemen do.
This 2019, I am still going to be in school but I will be better, more ambitious and a goal getter. While I wait for him to show. I am okay with going to school, being a foodie but I will make money for my future kids and their father. Those people will not suffer. My children MUST have a very memorable childhood. 10,000 times better than mine. Their father nko, he must slay big time!
I didn’t come to play