Some days ago during a conversation with someone, we, for reasons beyond my comprehension presently, began to talk about Dabota Lawson and a number of other young women. This isn't particularly the kind of gist that interests me but what I found very interesting was my partner, Sandra's take on things. Among the category of people we talked about Dabota was her subject matter, maybe because her marriage to the said billionaire Sunny Aku, is the most recent.
Let it be known that neither *Sandra nor I know any of these people personally, Sandra doesn't have any access to any "inner caucus" gist about her life, so when she said "Please I'd rather be dirt poor than live her life. I can swear she's miserable" I was dumbfounded.
We argued back and forth. Can she really swear that she's happy to be married to a man her father's age? Sex nko? What do they even talk about, they have nothing in common... Life isn't all about money, it's..."
Aha! There you have it. I'm bored shitless with that "money can't buy you happiness" talk. Honestly!
So I asked Sandra; are you telling me poor people are happy? Are you telling me that the amount of wealth someone has is indirectly proportional to their happiness? Are you telling me that marrying a poor man will guarantee your peace of mind? Are you suggesting that women married to poor or average men don't get cheated on, abused or neglected? NO? No, right? So what then are you telling me? Absolutely nothing. Look let me tell you; the rich cry, the poor also cry. I would rather be rich and cry than be poor and cry, lemme know which struggles I'm dealing with biko.
Ok, I waited for Sandra's comeback. She had none.
Last night after an ice cream date with one of my girls, I found I couldn't sleep and I began to raid Instagram when I stumbled upon Dabota Lawson's IG page.
Admit it, you'll love to live a life of luxury, class, opulence, affluence, wealth, comfort, complete access, splendor, designer clothes, refinement, five star hotels, world travel in private jets and first class cabins, ... A life of financial security, free from the worries of the common man, abundance and the capacity/ability to cater for your less privileged loved ones.
So to (Sandra), I'm not asking you not to work hard and aspire to greatness, I'm not telling you that you cannot be a billionaire or multi-millionaire in your own right, I'm not asking you to go in search of a wealthy older man to cater to your needs... All I'm asking is that you admit you're (just a little weeny teeny bit) jealous of Dabota Lawson and the likes that you spent a great deal of time condemning the other day.
I know I am...