Were there terrible men and women in your lives, relatives or non-relatives, at any point, who found it pleasing to compare your beauty to someone else’s, in order to get to you and make you think less of yourself or get you to agree to whatever perversion they wanted to try with you.
“You are fine but not as fine as your mother. Why are you feeling yourself? Remove your skirt, let me see your legs” and such.
I bring you healing. You are beautiful, and I’m not just trying to patronize you. Don’t ever let anyone determine what you think of yourself.
Her hair is laid, her nails, made, she wants to go out to find love today. She’s pacing, she’s running, but she’s sitting in front of her mirror. She’s going to look for ‘the one’, anywhere and anyhow necessary, but she won’t find him.
She has been running from herself; she has been looking for herself. She’s the one; she’s the only one, and the love she so desperately seeks must come from her heart. No man’s love will satisfy her for long; it will only last for a while, but she won’t admit that.
She wants someone else to breathe for her; she doesn’t know how to breathe on her own. She wants someone else to live with her; she doesn’t know how to live on her own. She is alive in appearance, and that body could bring a dead man back to life, but she is dying. Her heart is very weak, and her soul has been crying. If you don’t love yourself, why would you expect someone else to?
Have you ever seen a flower cry because they aren’t being eaten up and feasted on by parasites? Well, I have.
My best fairy tale was the Ugly Duckling because I felt her every pain.
I was the flower with thorns that no man wanted to touch, and while the other flowers had butterflies and bees and birds circling them and perching on them, none of them came that close to me. Their pollination took place at the wrong time, of course; they multiplied before they were fruitful.
And what about the butterflies and the bees and the birds? Well, they all went away after a while.
Ládékojú is life; Ládékojú is death. Before she puts death in your mouth, she places life in your hands. She is loving, sensual, sweet, seductive and kind, but she’s not as meek as they make her seem. She’s the gentlest but the most dangerous of goddesses- the one you don’t want to mess with.
When she is badly offended or hurt, she laughs uncontrollably.
She walks by the offender and makes goo-goo eyes; she shakes her buttocks and sways her hips. She walks to the offender and lets him see her beautiful, perky breasts.
She kisses him and places her head on his chest, falls on her knees and licks her lips; she holds his penis. Then she closes her eyes and licks the tip, round, like a lollipop, and when he’s ready, she bites into the penis as if it were a hot dog, and cuts it into small parts. She gets up, laughs again, adjusts her head gear and strides away, proudly…