Let’s say you’re famous for being famous - I mean you’re well-known for
absolutely nothing; no known talent or career, you’re only almost educated,
you’ve never done anything that was in any way, shape or form beneficial to
anyone. But you start developing attitude because of your self-delusion habit
on social media. You start thinking that all those 'Nangam' friends and
followers garnered through stalking should be fascinated with what you’ve
become.
Unfortunately, those close friends you used to IM/DM to 'like' of
'comment' on your pictures don’t buy that. Your friend Haddy doesn’t talk to
you anymore, Kinneh thinks you’ve become so full of yourself, your onetime
crutch Jainaba feels you’re thankless, Saffie that used to like everything you
post is now sick of your drama, in fact she overtly expresses approval of
everything on her timeline but yours, Penda thinks you’re a sellout, Abisatou
says the only time you remember her Whatsapp contact is when you need help with
something, even peaceful Ramou said she’s tired of you saying one thing this
minute and contradicting yourself the next minute.
So shit got real like that and you think finding reason to call all
these ^ people haters is the way out. You start putting up statuses, burning
bad-minds and trying to harvest pity from new friends who barely know you. My
friend if you ask me, ask yourself if you're not to blame. Dismiss the hateful
assumptions, check yourself, revisit your deeds and words, and dig your heels
against emptiness. I swear down after realising that you’re the reason, you
will want to come on here to thank me.
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