No Labels

This post is long overdue, but I've never felt the urge to scribe my thoughts or advise my readers more than I do now. Its littered around in the media, in the weekend woes of our girlfriends over cocktails, not to mention in every political and celebrity scandal in our tabloids. Its what I've termed 'Label-less Living'. This is the notion sold by one gender to the other that a label is unnecessary for the mere fact that the relationship is fit to stand on its own two feet, just because.

Me at The National Assembly 

(on that note, support the #BringBackOurGirls campaign, to help raise awareness for the 234 girls abducted from their school in Borno while sitting their Physics final papers. It is absurd that allegations of child trafficking, sex slavery and God knows what else, are already running rampant in the media while the President fine dines at countless events and leaders pocket state funds. Play your part in enlightening the masses of the dire state of affairs in Nigeria where the disparity between the rich and the poor is kept further apart by such inane atrocities as this. Help these girls get the voices they lack to cry out for help. #234Girls #BringBackOurGirls)

I was having a heated conversation with a friend not too long ago, and he found it amusing that I would question the status of an aristo (young girl that uses old men for their money, in exchange for sex) relationship after the man became abusive to the young girl in public for denying he was her boyfriend. In this case, it was a young girl fresh in to Uni life and out of her depth and he was a final year student who had scraped the bottom of his densely filled barrel to ensure she was well taken care of. Again, I ask "did he ever ask her to be his girlfriend?"

Some people may deem this old fashioned, but labels rule out a lot of uncertainty. Aside from that, it spares you the wahala (trouble) when sh*t hits the fan. What I ask is that women, and young girls most especially, credit themselves as more than the side salads on a man's meal. We are worthy of tags, labels and rings ladies. Holding out until the hanging out turns to him hanging on, wont get you further than the four-posts of his oak bed. Truth!

My number one tip to curb this wahala is "if you ever feel the need to ask 'what are we?', then there is no need to ask what you are". Simples. The real hassle comes when oxytocins are in the mix, and quite frankly, I think women are giving up the cookie far too quickly in this generation. Cradle that snack until you find a worthy muncher who is even willing to leave the lid on until the designated lunchtime. If the metaphors perplex you, then you're probably too young to be reading this post. If so, just note that if you're dating a man? Let him treasure you & be proud to parade you, warding off prospective homewreckers....because, chances are (in this dog-eat-dog world) if he's not parading you, you may be one of many side-dishes on this man's tapas platter. Wise up Ladies

Onyxsta says...BLEURGH!! Labels exist in all aspects of human existence. Why not have labels in relationships?