DATE?...MSCHEEW,I NEED MY MONEY

God created the universe,and made man to enjoy it and to give him glory for it. Some niggas get rich and get the most curvaceous behind they see to flaunt their money to.
Listening to typical Davido music the other day

"Your body de shake
my money de wait
For you "
Some Abuja beauty shakes it for a minute and Davido's million naira is gone in 60 seconds. I particularly don't feel like bowing and going "igwee " on this dude.Monetizing previously free services is government folly. 

Nicki Minaj's ideal boyfriend:
"Takes me shopping in france,I can swim in his money,".Rick Ross on women,"love is for free it's just expensive to shop,but it's nothing to me, and that extends for my block."
Listening to such sentiments makes me feel like trekking to India. They buy husbands there.No turkana raider would have to Kalashnikov a whole village just for five cows with which to pay dowry if we were to adapt such simple practices as letting women pay the dowry. Then all men would join maendeleo ya wanaume and give the lonely chairman some company while demonstrating on the streets for gender equality.

Love is so damn expensive. David James, England's millionaire number one shot stopper for years ends up bankrupt after divorce.Tiger woods...Kobe Bryant ...The list of people losing half of their hard earned billions to spouses (whose only duty was to escort you to school reunions so nobody thinks you still go to a party without a date) is endless. You a billionaire...? See a woman? ....run boy! !!!

My biggest beef is so called Alejandros creating the impression that am supposed to take a chic out for a date,reserve a table(costs me a nose ) pay the taxi (costs me an eye) encourage her to order anything strange she never ate...while only tasting and in the most parochial way calling back the waiter for a change of order ...to be accompanied by those rare wine glasses that have been preserved for five centuries (costs me an arm and a leg)...and finally having to endure this every week in the friendzone ...(will cost me my life soon because at this point I have sold both my kidneys).

And so if you are the dude singing of how you would take a grenade for her ...and really mean it,you who splashed loans on her and escape Shylocks because of her...you who makes all her pretty friends believe they deserve equal treatment to finally say yes to the idea of getting the poor boy out of the friend zone ...you deserve a bullet between your eyes.

DATE?...MSCHEEW,I NEED MY MONEY

God created the universe,and made man to enjoy it and to give him glory for it. Some niggas get rich and get the most curvaceous behind they see to flaunt their money to.
Listening to typical Davido music the other day

"Your body de shake
my money de wait
For you "
Some Abuja beauty shakes it for a minute and Davido's million naira is gone in 60 seconds. I particularly don't feel like bowing and going "igwee " on this dude.Monetizing previously free services is government folly. 

Nicki Minaj's ideal boyfriend:
"Takes me shopping in france,I can swim in his money,".Rick Ross on women,"love is for free it's just expensive to shop,but it's nothing to me, and that extends for my block."
Listening to such sentiments makes me feel like trekking to India. They buy husbands there.No turkana raider would have to Kalashnikov a whole village just for five cows with which to pay dowry if we were to adapt such simple practices as letting women pay the dowry. Then all men would join maendeleo ya wanaume and give the lonely chairman some company while demonstrating on the streets for gender equality.

Love is so damn expensive. David James, England's millionaire number one shot stopper for years ends up bankrupt after divorce.Tiger woods...Kobe Bryant ...The list of people losing half of their hard earned billions to spouses (whose only duty was to escort you to school reunions so nobody thinks you still go to a party without a date) is endless. You a billionaire...? See a woman? ....run boy! !!!

My biggest beef is so called Alejandros creating the impression that am supposed to take a chic out for a date,reserve a table(costs me a nose ) pay the taxi (costs me an eye) encourage her to order anything strange she never ate...while only tasting and in the most parochial way calling back the waiter for a change of order ...to be accompanied by those rare wine glasses that have been preserved for five centuries (costs me an arm and a leg)...and finally having to endure this every week in the friendzone ...(will cost me my life soon because at this point I have sold both my kidneys).

And so if you are the dude singing of how you would take a grenade for her ...and really mean it,you who splashed loans on her and escape Shylocks because of her...you who makes all her pretty friends believe they deserve equal treatment to finally say yes to the idea of getting the poor boy out of the friend zone ...you deserve a bullet between your eyes.

THE GAMBLER

Every gambler knows that the secret to survival is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep.Some reader on whim may tire of reading on the false thought that a gambler is the quintessential drunk in a casino. Far from it.Kenny Rodgers was actually referring to you,who dreams of a mansion in heaven with a bevy of beauties inside.You who longs for a fulfilling relationship with a man with deep pockets.
So,looking for Mr.Right?...gambling.Kissing frogs before you meet your prince...gambling too.Just which of all the beautiful women you ogle at(at the risk of a road accident) is the right one for you because according to legend "there is someone for everyone ".I refer you back to the song
"If you gotta play the game boy then you gonna learn to play it right."
You consequentially" make up " your face and strut in the tightest dresses. You get raped. You swagger in Armani and drive a Merc. You get carjacked and the goons also disfigure your face .Now you are broken.You have lost a gamble.You didn't even get to pick up a call girl  in your new car and for all your pencil trousers only perverted teenagers follow you around.You lost a gamble.
"You gotta know when to hold on,know when to fold up.know when to walk away, know when to run."
So you are already in a relationship.You have a dude to take you to the movies.All you have  to do  is smile and look like you are so awed by the free popcorn you fell in love. You will eat at Hotel Intercontinental.As long as you kiss him after the date.With a 40 day rule,you are playing it right.He even takes you to the moon to win you.Your hoarding is working. Your gambling is perfect.
You are sitted next to her in a noisy matatu. She is texting on her tab and even has the audacity to sing aloud, "this girls ain't loyal ".You answer audacity with audacity. You chat her up and acquire her number as if you have the propensity for it.You are indeed an achiever.The dates follow,and you discover that love is for free,it's just expensive to shop.But you don't mind flatting your account,your coffers are after all on serious gambling. She might be the one.
Rich Richard is actually abusive, you discover right after your wedding. He not only bought you your golden ring.,but bought your freedom as well.You are doomed. The gambler,you, broke even. The girl goes quiet after a month. She answers your avalanche of texts once in a week.Weeks become months. You are now strangers after investing your savings on a beautiful face.
"You never count your money, while sitting at the table, there will be time enough to count it...when the deal is done."
Don't fall in love with her at first sight. Don't go kookoo at the sight of his chisseled chest .You are counting your money on the table...it could be more ....it could be less....it could be nothing.
"You never count your money ......