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Thoughts for thought.

I've been thinking.
What other comforting news or systems have been put in place for those of us who hail from nothing, but the love of our parents and the little food and shelter they spent their entire lives to provide?
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Apart from from luck, grace, working hard and smart,
and self motivation which keeps us going, brings food to our table and keeps us alive, there is nothing like a trust fund, an inheritance, a secret savings account or an insurance that we can fall on, if things go south and grey.
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Where I come from, your little achievements, comfort and happiness stimulates your family and friends into jealousy and raised eyebrows which will subsequently lead to a scheme to pull you down.
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When you fall in love with a rich man, "you are in love with him because of his money". Your burdens and your family's burdens becomes his burden. He will eventually get tired and his love and respect for you will diminish. After all, "you're just a a bundle of burden he has decided to pay for in exchange for pleasurable nights". So he becomes possessive, disrespectful and controlling.
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When fall in love with a poor man, "it is because you have low self-esteem and do do not know your worth. He will stay with you because you can tolerate poverty while warming his bed during the cold night." If he doesn't blame you for his misfortunes, he will remain insecure, for not being able to shower you with money and gifts that you deserve.
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When you remain single, "it's because you have a bad character that no man tolerate. Or better still, there's a bad spirit or curse hoovering around your head, preventing men from noticing you."
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Love doesn't define who you are. Neither does your family's status or an inheritance. But there is really no hope or a place to turn to, for the young, struggling, poor woman. O Dear beautiful woman within, do not fight or fright. Do not be broken because you are beautiful, strong and wise. You can be anything that you want to be, so take control of your mind take care of yourself.
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