Other People's Connotations. 👄


️👄Other People's Connotations.
A boy at my university used to follow me around a lot then one day as I pointed to a picture of a business woman in a white shirt with a pixie cut  on the news and said I wanted to be like her when I grew up, he decided to offer his opinion, He told me I should wear my hair long, that it’s better and that he would help me introduce my older sister to his old bachelor uncle who refuses to get married. He also proposed that every time I visit my married sister, we could have sex in every room of their house when they’re not looking as secret in-law lovers. To say I was horrified  was an understatement because I was a nineteen year old freshman virgin who wanted to make something of myself and those were the plans that were circulating his gross, big head that early in the morning.

I went to visit my friend's cousin today, she has a brand new shiny grandson and we're happy for her, Myself and her other friends. Even though it seems that she's not happy that we're happy for her, we're still happy, he's a real cutie with dimples and a ready smile just like her son but we grew up reading about girls who did it first time on white sheets which were neatly wrapped up with virginal blood then given to beaming grandmas as evidence of good breeding and virtue. Also, people run around with stories about other people cluttering their minds. Boys thinking that any woman with breasts are just flirting with them but playing hard to get because of those things on their chests, after all they’re pointing at them.  Girls thinking that they’re tired of wearing lipstick and provocative clothes so men would ask them out so I’m picking that troubled one over there whether he’s ready or not. So you think your son has an admirer and potential girlfriend without knowing that you’re serving orange juice and cookies to a troubled and naive seventeen year old. One who is following your child around, resolved to have a baby and be their spouse because the grandmother who raised them had her first baby at fifteen in the thirties. Then those who postulate that a nine year old is capable of getting married and sustaining a family with a fourty-five year old.
Grandma just can't get over the fact her son probably did it, unhitched,  in a dark alleyway under a bridge, next to a gutter with a girl from a different neighbourhood  and nationality whom she’d never met her parents. She’d enjoyed all those ghetto and  boujee stories about other people’s troubled, loose children getting up to all sorts but never dreamed they would come anywhere near her, even when we told her a lanky, seventeen year old boy with a voice like Carlton Bank’s is still a child and  too young to move out of the family home.
You heard me right, her son. Oya, tell me the difference between your son and your daughter? Exactly.
When God gave us the gift of forgiveness, it was to help us get past the past: ours and other people's and get into the present. You receive grace and all you can think about is your reckless behaviour and other people's. Learn to tell things apart; Grace is given to us to rescue us from our not so sparkly past pasts.
Please pray, early, as soon as you can early in life and let Jesus in so that even if you're half way through your Master’s degree and He gives you someone to marry, Do it because He cares and he's protecting you from evil, sin and other people’s connotations.


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