Good morning great Young mind, how was the weekend? Trust you guys had madt fun oh, and there was joy shared around all time every time? To all original Real Madrid fans, a Hearty congratulations to you guys oh, well we all saw it coming nah, when CR7 is in top form... And to all Bend down select real Madrid fans, especially them Manchester United fans Turned Real Madrid fans, I pray that your Girl friend will leave you for a season, the way you left Manchester for Madrid during glory days :p.
Well if you all had madt fun as I am guessing, then I am pretty psyched up for you, cause thats what life is really about, making every minute count.
So I was on my own oh yesterday, trecking back from mass, and as a social Network person, I always look forward to the beeps that come with turning on your phone after a long turn off. So I was expectant and anticipating (Plus I was trying to woo one girl on Instagram, so I was expecting her answer :) ) But Bam! Bam Bam! Instead of getting a ghen-ghen i feel the same way about you JdB, or notifications on FB, I got a mail from the office! You know those kinda mails that make you shout WHAT THA HELL! Well yeah I shouted that 4 Times, and had to pack my TRECKediz benz in one Koro and reply ASAP. So lets just say, the mail was a "You are not doing well enough and your coy is having a bad name from the Ministry" kinda mail, and the fault was from my desk. damn I am screwed as I said as I shrieked. So its official, I am in trouble :(.
So its 2:29 Am in Festac as I type this, and I don't know exactly why I am up. I haven't been able to sleep since 12:48am, and all fingers point at the Boko Haram mail from the office that worried me all Sunday and made me look like a total sucker behind a desk. But regardless, I said to share my fears on the YnC Blog plus having that I know I am doing my best, I will weather this weather. I have this gehn gehn meeting by 7 Am and trust me, na Mr. Duru’s Fuck up be the Prime subject. Hope I am safe at the end of Today sha. But what ever it turns out as, I have to take full responsibility for making the coy look bad.
So in line with the Thoughts of doom above, I saw a picture on the page of one of the girls i was trying to Toast on Instagram a while ago, and it just struck me. It struck me that there are certain things which we do as youths, certain decisions we make at our prime, and certain uncorrectable errors we create, errors that even remorse and almighty Alcohol cannot heal, and which regret becomes our only alibi.
Now I cant believe i am writing this, cause about 4 Months ago, I would have shot the
author of this post, but I guess growing up involves thinking deeper.
From where I stand right now, SEX is just an Overrated activity, which just complicates life and makes everything so dang hard. Thanks to the Media, sex sells like wildfire, even kids in primary school are very aware as at today. But today I choose to be Anti as against Pro, I choose to jump on the Bandwagon of 1+The One, and preach NO SEX TILL MARRIAGE.
I wonder how long I can preach this thing sha oh, yimu for me jari :)..
Let me tell you why: At church yesterday, having that I always get to sit at the back cause thats were you get to be able to meet all the fine chicks, and catch trips et al, I saw so many women with their kids, smiling, happy and elated, and I saw their Husbands sited to their left all suited up and listening to the sermon. It was a nice sight to behold, as things like this makes you want to get married lmao. But what caught my attention
apart from all the fine girls seeking
attention everywhere oh!!! was a young girl with this Bundle of Joy in her hands. I
could have sworn she was familiar, and i knew she wasn't married. But she
had a Child in
her arms, a child that was Unexpected, and unplanned. I watched as she nurtured this child, felt his every pain and monitored his every
growth for the 2 Hours long
mass, and i was like damn! The love of a mother. But where was his dad i asked myself? This was a question, of which i knew the answer.
So my message this morning is to the guys, i really don’t know how many will get to read this, but i hope it touches that one person it is inspired for
maybe its even for me sef. So many times we just want to release stress and have a fling,
so many times we get drunk, VERY DRUNK and do things that we just didn't plan
out properly, so many times we create the Unexpected out of a 1 night stand! But my sermon this morning is not one to Judge you and me, but rather
illuminate you that these children we create out of wedlock aren't breakable plates that can be carved and
Broken at will, they are Humans that deserve to live. When we create them,
when we form the unexpected, we should have responsibility enough to stick to
the girl who felt something for you, and agreed to our demands, and take care of her and
the child. Cause that child has and deserves a future just as you do.
I know its not pretty cool being a Father at 23, nor a Dad at 19, but if you were responsible enough to have Sex,
and enjoy it ;) then you should be responsible
enough to stand by, and protect your creation. Carrying a child is a lot of
work, changing Diapers its Harder than Engineering Mathematics, Breast feeding
is like Daily
Hemispherectomy of the Mammary gland, buying clothes et al, is just too much a job
to leave for a 20 year old girl to cater for. I know its scary to be a fether, and thoughts of being forced into marriage is even scarierX5. Trust me, if na me ehn, I for don relocate go Sambisa forest. But my advice to the guys is that when we get fucked up, and create an unexpected, lets seek advice rather than abscond, lets take a while to cherish our Boy/Girl and see the wonders copulation can bring as against distant your self from the girl you once professed undying love for. No matter what, please i take MTN beg you, don’t abandon your creation, Man up, and step up to your responsibility, cause
that's what real men do.
Thank you for the last 7 minutes of your time, you do me a great Honor by your comments and page views. My prayer for ME JdB today is that, I don't get the boots (
haba na everyday i go dey pray for una?) :) make una bless me too.. Abeg say Amen oh! Fear e haf kill me pinish for hia.
P.S: About the post, I must say that it took me courage to write this, and the pressure at the office sure gave me more reason to think. But I just go tired of all the female children baring Children in Lagos Metropolis, while the Bobo absconds to Kafanchan out of fear. I guess growing up for me is bringing maturity with it.