LETTER TO THE HE-GOAT
Dedicated to all women who have endured the pain of a cheating partner. Please also send anonymously to any ‘he-goat’ you know. lol. *wink*
Letter To The He-Goat,
Greetings dear mkpi n’agbalora 1 of our kingdom. It is with great reverence of you and all your achievements that I write this letter. Who in this kingdom is not aware of all the great dangers you have surmounted to attain this great title.Even a little child knows it is no small feat.
You who prowl the night while lesser men sleep and with the watchful eyes of an eagle scan the street for the next battle to conquer.You are fearless, dogged in determination and courageous as you go after your conquest. With great detail and precision, you pick out your next prey, making sure all the i’s are dotted and all the t’s are crossed. Ventures like this cost money, with the astuteness of a shrewd business man, you make sure your choice of conquest matches your money’s worth. Once you sight your prey and make sure all the “assets” suit your taste, you make your move.
This is where bravery like that of the 300 Spartans comes in. You do not know the prey, its history, background, where it comes from, state of health, spiritual makeup or if its truly the same specie with you or maybe just something terrestrial in human form. So long it can quell the itch in your groin you forge ahead. Nothing dey happen.
It doesn’t matter that your actions offend God, messes you up spiritually and opens the door for terrible spiritual afflictions, you don’t care that you have a wife and kids at home who your actions affect directly or indirectly one way or another. The sermon you heard in church on Sunday condemning fornication flashes in your mind once in a while but you dismiss it as “story for d Gods" for now all you know is “d thing dey sweet” and you must do it after all "no be today”.
You keep doing it and losing yourself, your identity, it becomes a habit like the junkie is hooked to his drugs, you are hooked to this lifestyle. You find that with time the battles have become less satisfying to conquer and there is no longer that blissful rush of adrenaline you used to experience at first and you feel empty, yet you keep on going, conquering more battles along the way, incurring more losses and sustaining more injuries, and gradually wearing yourself out. For you ought to have realized that in every battle, there , must be casualties on both sides.
Agbachaa egwu o naa n’ukwu, vanity upon vanity all is vanity. Retrace your steps, give up your title and embrace a more responsible lifestyle.
Greetings dear mkpi n’agbalora 1 of our kingdom. It is with great reverence of you and all your achievements that I write this letter. Who in this kingdom is not aware of all the great dangers you have surmounted to attain this great title.Even a little child knows it is no small feat.
You who prowl the night while lesser men sleep and with the watchful eyes of an eagle scan the street for the next battle to conquer.You are fearless, dogged in determination and courageous as you go after your conquest. With great detail and precision, you pick out your next prey, making sure all the i’s are dotted and all the t’s are crossed. Ventures like this cost money, with the astuteness of a shrewd business man, you make sure your choice of conquest matches your money’s worth. Once you sight your prey and make sure all the “assets” suit your taste, you make your move.
This is where bravery like that of the 300 Spartans comes in. You do not know the prey, its history, background, where it comes from, state of health, spiritual makeup or if its truly the same specie with you or maybe just something terrestrial in human form. So long it can quell the itch in your groin you forge ahead. Nothing dey happen.
It doesn’t matter that your actions offend God, messes you up spiritually and opens the door for terrible spiritual afflictions, you don’t care that you have a wife and kids at home who your actions affect directly or indirectly one way or another. The sermon you heard in church on Sunday condemning fornication flashes in your mind once in a while but you dismiss it as “story for d Gods" for now all you know is “d thing dey sweet” and you must do it after all "no be today”.
You keep doing it and losing yourself, your identity, it becomes a habit like the junkie is hooked to his drugs, you are hooked to this lifestyle. You find that with time the battles have become less satisfying to conquer and there is no longer that blissful rush of adrenaline you used to experience at first and you feel empty, yet you keep on going, conquering more battles along the way, incurring more losses and sustaining more injuries, and gradually wearing yourself out. For you ought to have realized that in every battle, there , must be casualties on both sides.
Agbachaa egwu o naa n’ukwu, vanity upon vanity all is vanity. Retrace your steps, give up your title and embrace a more responsible lifestyle.
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Thanks for reading. I’d be very glad to read your response in the comment section
By Ada Wagner
To all the mkpis out there....this piece is for you..lol
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