By FUNKE EGBEMODE
You are 33 and not doing badly. You are comfortable and beautiful but your love of easy money has blurred your childhood vision of a cozy happy home with children and a husband that loves you to bits. Your once vivid dream of falling in love and marrying early to raise four children while nurturing a career has since given way to the steady ready flow of cash and ‘baby of life’ lifestyle. You are now a chartered side chick, living on the side street of some other women’s lives. The man you love is not your own. The life you live is not yours either. But you love its softness. Your career is actually a front for your ‘baby girl life’. All the money the world sees is from your sugar daddies. Not your legit clean sweat.
Has anyone told you can stop, yes, stop this fake cushy life? Year 2024 is new and offers 12 solid months to retrieve your dream of being a mother and a wife. Thus far, you have been able to maintain your fire face and good health. None of the licensed owners’ of your sugar daddies has gone crazy enough to redesign your face or break your bones. Just thank God and retire from your concocted unrealistic Baby Girl life. It is a wide road that leads to trouble, tons of it.
While she’s begging you to make love to her once a month, there’s another man whose eyes are bulging and whose third leg is threatening to burst out his boxers just looking at her hips.
What if this is the year you’ll meet that dark, handsome rich dude who’d spoil you silly? What if this is the year of your birthday on a private island and valentine in the South of France? What if it’s also the year a jealous wife will send goons after you to beat you to an inch of your life or even snuff out your baby girl life?
What if it’s the year you will date that sugar daddy that will turn out to be the uncle of the man who’ll eventually propose to you in 2026? Read that again. The devil is complicated like that. He will bring all the rosy stuff in colourful wraps when right at the heart of the gift is perfumed cyanide. Baby girl, you can make that detour. You can stop the fake life. You can do it. You can go legit, love, be loved and retrieve your dream.
Uncle Man-of-God, stop right there. Everybody thinks you are anointed and called when all you have been doing is dipping your candy cane in all kinds of unholy pots. You even have a congregation where women old enough to be your mother courtesy to greet you. But in secret, you have been digging for oil in wells that do not belong to you. You have been oiling mounds and curves that other people paid for. Somehow, your secret has remained in the secret but listen to me, something tells me 2024 is your year of enlarged coast. If you continue to anoint and mount women apart from your wife, your joy will overflow in public. You still don’t understand? The slightest smallest drop of ‘anointing’ from your nozzle into any illegal tank this year will produce results that will shake and shock you. The kind of shaking and shocking that will end your ministry.
You know those women you cannot threaten or blackmail? You have been doing rigorous deliverance for her. Even you think you can ‘chop her and clean mouth’. Not this one, she’s your final sinful stop. She is the one designed to stop you. She will get pregnant and give you twins and all eyes will see them, and know what you have been doing ‘after service’. You don’t believe me? Please do, this is the year you will get caught. Just stop already because the shit is about to hit the fan.
