I can tolerate pennilessness

Me, I can tolerate pennilessness; in fact I am moneyless more times in the year than otherwise and I know how it feels like to truly need; I am a personification of circumstances of a typical humble hood, but what I cannot accept is to be broke and lame and pathetic at the same damn time; I just can’t put up with being financially underprovided and morally blemished all at once; [N’mbang!]

I don’t think it is awkward that we are poor, seriously! If only our undiluted mindsets remain our loyal stronghold, trust me, we shall conquer … our situation is no infirmity, it is only a condition that we can all help manage by means of humanity; care, goodwill and benevolence, BUT for the most part, it must take a little more personal initiative, a little more faith, and a sense of diligence and responsibility.

What is perhaps outrageously graceless is the misery of flamboyantly shrouding one’s state of lack; that lying artificiality adopted by some of us, perhaps to act chic, cool or hip; exposing our hearts to mere fallacies and delusions, dealing with terrible secrets and lies day after day; saying no to modest and effective means of attainment.

To cut a long story short, I believe SOME [as in a number of] hardships are incentivised by reckless behavioural patterns, and can be called history with only a slight adjustment in attitude and mind-set….and if you think I am only quenching my obsession of updating my blog, ask or read about some formerly poor people