HEY DIVA

Of recent, I’ve come to understand the rationale behind certain acts of the female gender, but what I’ve not come to understand is why some still choose to be victims of some certain acts despite the vast storage of information and public awareness at their disposal; let me explain.No man turns a monster over night except if there’s a spiritual manipulation somewhere in the unseen. I watch as the supposedly “girlfriends” get beaten up repeatedly by their supposedly “boyfriends” over little quarrels; I see them cry, scream, and get abused; and I see them clean their tears, nurse their wounds, vow not to go back again to that beast, only for them to go rushing off into his arms tomorrow when he comes knocking at their door begging for forgiveness and claiming it was the work of the devil. How long will they continue being STUPID (forgive my use of such harsh term) to deduce the basic fact that, if he can beat you to pulp now, give you these kind of bruises that Mary Kay and other foundation can’t cover up, even the sun shades you wear can’t cover the black eye you’ve now got as a result of his macho slaps and punches; that he’ll be a wife beater tomorrow?

Please don’t tell me it’s love, and that love is blind (probably it will get you blind one day if you don’t pack your bags and leave); because I know love doesn’t hurt.

I wonder where all their self esteem went to; I wonder if all the clothes and fine English they speak outside is just a show to camouflage how insecure ladies could be. How he tells you to dress is the way you dress; he chooses your friends and frowns upon those who tell you the obvious truths about him. Gosh!!! You’ve left him countless times, and you’ve come back to him countless times after he must acted his drama of how sorry he is and doesn’t know what came over him; hey Diva, don’t you have sense? Do you think you can’t survive without the little change you get from his wallet? Do you think you’ll be useless without him telling you want to do? I refuse to believe you’ve stooped so low with all your education and exposure, to swallow all these lies line, hole and sinker. You don’t need a prophet to lay hands on you and tell you he’s not going to change, that he’s going to beat you up again tomorrow. You’re wonderfully and fearfully made, why do you keep allowing that guy make your face so look so fiercesome? You think your relationship is facing a hard time today and will get better tomorrow; and everybody telling you to quit hates the fact that you have a guy to call your own? And maybe soon you both will be marching to the altar? Well let me spill the remaining beans; you must be a big fool for believing that, and a bigger fool for keeping grudge with whosoever that told you the truth.

And when he beats you up the next time like I know he’ll surely do, you start looking for who to tell your story, a friend who will lend her shoulder so you can cry on, you start looking for self-pity; my dear, stop deceiving yourself, it’s not love, my friend Obinna Okpara will always call it “rofe”. Stop deceiving yourself that you can change someone who has a behavior running in his blood, a genetic socio-behavioral disorder.  Enough of this rat race; doing same thing over and over again and expecting different result is total MADNESS.

Do something meaningful with your life. “Na only u waka kom”, your life is not tied to his’. Move on; you can do better for yourself. Please don’t let your fate be like my friend’s friend who refused to listen, and now she’s paying the price in the morgue with a knife hole in her chest.

And for you Mr. Handsome, am coming for you with your own piece.

#RantOver

#Gen. Sam