An Open Letter To The Judgmental Runs Girls
Dear Judgmental Runs Girl,
It’s always the ones who have the most dirt that are quick to try and throw dirt at someone else. Haven’t you noticed? The babes with more bodies than a mortuary will be the first ones to call another woman a runs girl, an ashi, a hoe.
You sleep with big boys, she sleeps with big boys, one Alhaji gave you a new car, some other Alhaji gave her a new car, she slept with serving Governors and Ministers, you’ve slept with Governors and Ministers, your flat is furnished by Chief XYZ, her flat is furnished by Chief ABC, you’ve had 3 abortions for 3 different men, she’s had 4 different abortions for four different guys, so why is she an Asewo and you’re not? Somehow it seems when it comes to you, the parable of living in a glass house and not throwing stones has been forgotten.
Well if nobody ever told you, I’m here to tell you to take a look in the mirror. It’s time to take ownership of your own life story. Before you point fingers at the next women and her indiscretions, take a second to think about yours.
Can people in your social circle name at least 5 pricks that have been inside you? If so, you probably should avoid talking about the next woman. Do you decide what men you spend time with based on the size of their pockets? Do you accept flights to Dubai, USA and UK, money and other expensive things from men (and women) in exchange for your bedroom skills? If so, you should refrain from calling the next woman a runs girl because somewhere out there someone is calling you the exact same thing.
It wasn’t too long ago that you were doing the same runs stuff that you’re judging another woman for doing, for all I know, you may still be doing runs as of today, or at the very least trying to. Either way, it’s safe to say that when a runs girl calls another runs girl a runs girl, she’s trying to forget about her own runs. Afterall, the oldest trick in the book is to take attention off of oneself by focusing attention by bullying another. Sad world we live in really. Isn’t it so much easier to try and build than to destroy?
You know what they say though, misery loves company and these runs girls hate to admit they’re just as bad as the next one, if not worse. For those who think I sound bitter, or I’m a runs girl myself, I’m not bitter, and yes, we all have dirt, either way, this isn’t a rant on my part, it’s just more of an opportunity to speak about something that’s been on my mind for a while.
Incidentally, nobody’s perfect, of course. Everyone is guilty of talking bad about others, sure. I’m just here to help you turn some attention on yourself while you’re at it, this way your hypocrisy might go down one or two notches.
Never forget that day you were on Linda’s blog, Ladun’s blog, and whatever other gossip blogs where they dragged your name through the mud in the comments and how badly you felt. Never forget the day Twitter exposed all your flaws and left you vulnerable, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, you were hurt. Never forget to remember. You were once there too.
All my love,