YOUR EXCELLENCY SLAY QUEEN
I was scrolling down my Instagram, then i came across a post that startled me. The post reads:
Let’s help you increase your butt and confidence so when you walk, every head turns around. What got my attention more was the kind of traffic and engagements that followed that post… Wow!
I want to become that lady of prestige. So when i walk, heads turns this time, not to lustfully admire my waist, but in awe of the richness of my being, the activeness and efficiency of my brain and wonder at the robust nature of my spirit, readily transmitting fire and unprecedented value and relevance to my world.
When we mention women who have turned their world with rigorous exploits, sadly your majesty slay queen, nobody remembers their waist or even their shapes. We all are carried away by the fibers of their impactfulness, results and influence.
To mention but a few, the world doesn’t remember Gods General Kathryn Kuhlman for the size of her waist. We rather celebrate her for the many disfigured waists she fixed through the mighty healing power of God flowing through her loins.
Little wonder, Barack a mighty warrior in the Bible told prophetess Deborah of old, except you go with us we won’t fight. When real problems of life hit a nation, nobody remembers body builds, every one runs in the direction of solutions and value. Are you a carrier of one or just an admirer.
When you check the top 100 most influential women in the world, none of them made it to that list because they went for butt surgeries. They are all celebrated because they speak the language of exploits and their lights bright.
Wait a minute, of what use is a big waist when you have a dead brain. I guess your goal is so you can take crazy and seductive pictures. Wait! At the expense of a promising future.
You watched your mother die in pain because you couldndzdd’t stand in the gap in priesthood, now your dad is on the line and you say who cares. Identity crisis is worst than cancer.
Going for surgery to increase your butt is the highest form of low esteem. It means your confidence depends on your butt size. The day my quest for a figure eight becomes my primary essence for life, then my family should start weeping for me. A beautiful body with a confused mind equals disaster.
You prefer to buy a cream of 300,000 Nigerian naira, which is okay if you can afford it, but sister, you have never bought a book in your whole life.
Feeding your body and starving your mind.
You don’t even have a prayer Altar. The last time Heaven heard your voice in the secret place was 15 years ago when you were begging God for an admission. What is a church service when there is a senior babe club. Seminars and conferences are boring places for the old and hopeless, not happening babes and queens with vibes like you.
Ask those visionary men around you. They all want beautiful women with figure eights, but If that’s all the lady has, a man ready for exploits won’t come close because he knows, that when the right amount of wealth is channeled to that dark skinny lady, burning with purpose and running with light, she will have the same figure eight. This time, her delicate and detailed physique becomes a bonus because her world is already drinking from her wells of impact.
Your excellency slay mama, in your quest to build a heavy waist, please ensure you don’t waste.
Christianity 
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