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DON'T HURT A WOMAN.
It might take you a minute to break a woman's trust but getting it back takes time.Here is one of the reasons i cant simply just trust anyone with my entire life, this story thought me how to not let things in this life weigh you down till you cat do nothing but depend on others. A few times a lot of men take advantage of the fact that women are considered the weaker vessel and as such should treat a women however they might please. A woman loses her pride and dignity the moment she loses her virginity which is no new thing in our world today even though many might say that it doesn't matter as the world's is no longer archaic but news flash it matters.
I CRAVE A LITTLE CHANGE.
I always craved for something new each time I woke up early in the morning but each day I got more disappointed with the same routine of work each and every day I woke up. My mom woke up this morning and asked me what plans I had for today and with a heavy sigh I said the same old thing Mama, she sipped her tea and chuckled as she went back to her room, I took my breakfast to my room and then ran through my social media page to see if there would be something different other than the constant celebrity gossiping and an unsupportive audience commenting, same old thing. I had my bathe and headed straight for my best friend's house few blocks away, as I walked down the street I saw the newspaper vendor selling his newspapers to the same old people,the same women that were begging on the road last week and the week before sat at the exact position I gave them money last week with their children under the hot sun and as I walked past them I gave them the same amount of money I gave them last week and the week before, I sighted the ice cream seller a few steps away and quickly went up to him with the few change in my pocket and the ice cream seller gave me the same flavour of ice cream he had given me last week and two weeks before that. I kept walking up the street humming the same song that I usually sang in my mind like a rock star every day even though my voice was as angelic as that of a parrot, still the same old voice, as I got closer to my friend's house I saw the same old folks chatting away their achievements from like ten years ago, I greeted them and walked right past. That was when I step my foot on a biscuit wrap and on normal days I would ignore it but today I felt the urge to do the right thing and I bent down, picked it up and disposed of it in the trash bin, I paused and thought to my self , that was new and literally a change of things.