WHEN YOUR PRIVATE PART SMELLS.
Permit me to invade your privacy today, this once.
Well, I just want to point out something you never knew, or probably have been ignoring; about your "inner chambers", that place you always dread talking about, because you believe it's personal.
How healthy are you in there? Are you proud of it?
Oh, no! Not about your genitalia, far from it. I'm referring to those areas of your life that are oblivious to the public, your "behind the scenes", that is your private part.
Is it as healthy as that part you flaunt in public?
WHO REALLY ARE YOU?
💢 A godly satan.
💢 Angelic demon.
💢 Beautiful beast.
💢 Glorious wreck.
💢 Holy sinner.
💢 An online influencer, but an offline influenza.
💢 A minister on the podium, but a sinister in the house.
💢 A public angel, but a private beast.
💢 A healer in the open, but a virus on the inside.
💢 A humble lady at work, but a whirlwind at home.
💢 A gentleman in public, but a terror in your home.
💢 A noble in-law, but son of destruction to family.
💢 A spirit-led brother in church but an abusive manipulator with your wife.
💢 You worship your Daddy/Mummy GO, but have no regard for your parents/spouse.
💢 You don't get tired of commending girls for their beauty, but your woman gets no compliment after dressing.
💢 You get too busy counseling other children that you fail to notice your child's desire for your love and attention.
💢 You're benevolent to strangers, but your family and people in your inner space are subjected to penury.
💢 You attack people's children for their shortcomings, but yours are impending nemesis, waiting to happen...
Oh, dear! Your private part is faulty, sick, and decaying.
You smell. You stink. You rot.
Your stench is awful.
A thought of you is nauseating.
It is about time you fixed yourself. Get help and strive to stay healthy. Only you are responsible for your healing, no one else.
Acknowledge that you're sick in there, identify the causative factors, examine where the stench is oozing from, and make steps towards self healing.
Remind your charity that it has a home.
Let the beauty of your soul and your goodness be felt by the people in your inner space first, before strangers.
Be a father/mother to your own children first, before attempting to become Mother Theresa or Santa Claus.
Set your house in order!
Bonjour!
Written by Kufre Ekott
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