Money and Beauty!

[Si li ma forg nay moi dega tay worr moy, fi ku nay halis mba tarr amut solor, denga nyaw, yorror, mba matleh wor; nanj len bayi nahateh bi]

I mean: whosoever says money and beauty are of no meaning; you’re either broke or unsightly …no bones about that; SEEN!

Those days of barter and heartfelt ‘offerings’ are long gone; in this day and age stuffs cost money, be they spiritual, health, academic, social, or whatever obligations; if you want any of these stuffs and I am sure everyone does, you will have to have that financial luxury to pay for them. We; or maybe I’ll say ‘I’ only settle for substitutes when I am bled dry.

If you like, keep a hold of your notion that money cannot buy happiness, for me, it makes me the happiest, the confidence and satisfaction it brings about, only Allah can tell. When I have my ‘bank in my pocket’, like I had last week, it feels like I am on cloud nine; [lor johonj ma dorg; y yalna nyu yallah mai terranga y]

As for beauty, Ralph Waldo sums it all up; he said "Love of beauty is taste," and I believe. I may not know what sort of beauty he meant, but me….

I am talking about that secretary that the CEO can’t leave behind when he sets off to a meeting at the corporate boardroom; I am talking about that one that’ll not cause offense even if she walks in front of the TV when your favourite game is on. I am talking about the type whose attraction can cause you a fatal distraction, even if you’re to catch sight of her in a speeding traffic. I am talking about the type whose corporation you patronize not for their wonderful service, but for the wonders in the service provider