Gone are the Days when sacredness lay between her thighs.
Gone are the Days when grey hair meant wisdom.
Gone are the Days when Honour was the basis of action.
Gone are the Days when men where men.
Oh, sometimes I wish I was born in that Era.
The Era when touts took over Political Power, the Era when Scholars were Enemies of the State, crucified in the alter of Ethnicity and Patron-Clientism.
The Era when love meant something.
To my Era, yes my Era, the Era I was born, the Era I will die, yes, back to my Era.
The Era when people go into relationship because of what they expect from such contracts.
The Era when ladies sit back and wait for the "Man" to do all the work, though some are barely Men, just "swagacious fellow with little dreams of inherited wealth".
Oh my era.
And to those young men out there, whose only means of survival is on personal development of Human Capacity.
Do away with Eve of little dreams, whose future is edged on the Fruit offered by the Serpent of Fashion, Modeling and "give what you have to get what you want".
Cling to Sarah, Cling to the simple and yet beautiful Sarah, Whose Patience and Obedience transcends to Isaac. Cling to thy bringer of divine favour, oh, cling to the one whose lip is not shrouded with the ink of lies, deceit and hypocrisy.
And also to those women of virtue out there.
Do not succumb to thy heated warmth.
Do not succumb to Adams Angry rode.
But if thy had failed to do this, Run to the Lord, Run to Him for Forgiveness, and don't be like her who tries to change Him, But moans to the other.
Cling to thy brother of Class and not of swag.
Plan for yourself, Plan for Him, Plan for your unborn Generations and most of all, don't forget to Pray, For Prayer is The Key.
IzZy
