A poor young lady was engaged in sexual
activity with some guy for payment, and perhaps as her only remaining option,
because this guy wouldn’t have the decency to help out if she refuses to give
what she has in return. Now shit has become known, and society is letting the
guy off the hook and treating the lady as if she’s a slut or whore.
If a guy controls a group of call girls or arranges
clients for girls, taking a percentage of their earnings in return, he’ll be
called an Muthaf**kin pimp, but a certain parent can encourage or arrange rich
boyfriends and sugar-daddies for her beautiful daughter, receiving gifts from
left, right and centre, and society will consciously let that pass because
she’s enjoying the fruits of her labour.
Lamin takes his native girlfriend home and sits
her in the open, giving no space for romance between them, but in the end he’s
not only frowned at, but scolded as if what he did was the pits of contempt.
However, his brother can come home with his variety of older foreign women of
easy virtue, and will not only be afforded a hero’s welcome, but the entire
household will be at his service, helping in whatever way to fortify the good
time.
Lack of purpose is what they say if broke ass
boys hangout to drink Attaya, get stoned, meditate, burn up prejudice and talk
about ways and means of getting out of the slum, but it’s perfectly OK for
young urban professionals who were perhaps educated with moneys stolen from the
poor, to chill out at some pub, do drugs and drink twenty-ten bottles of brandy
or whiskey every night, because they’re living the life.
Next up on society’s double standards is how
quick we’re at damning blue-collared thieves to agony, but can't praise
white-collared thieves enough.
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