A man has s3x with you and you ask him for a thousand bucks- he gives it to you and asks for more s3x tomorrow. A man has s3x with you and you ask him to buy you clothes from Mr Price every time he asks you out to go partying - no stress. A man asks for s3x and you ask him to buy the most expensive meal at Mc Donald's for each of your 12 friends that you are currently chilling with -ok, no problem. You ask him to add alcohol to the mix (with the advice of your friends) and he agrees. He asks what he should buy and you name all kinds of brands you've never drank and he agrees. In fact, he buys you more brands that you can't afford and adds packs of the usual alcohol on top, just for fun.
A man has s3x with you and you want a phone. He buys you a contract phone and you get excited that you no longer have a prepaid phone. He takes you to hotels on weekends and you become so excited that you are chowing this rich guy, whereas you only have to give him your kuku.
Meanwhile, on the flip side of the coin, buying Mc Donald's everyday for you does not dent the pocket of the man who could afford to buy an Audi A7. Buying alcohol in bulk did not send the man who wears a Louis vuitton BELT, to the bank for a loan. The man can buy you Mr Price clothes on a daily basis before he can get to the amount of the Rolex he's wearing on his wrist. The hotel he takes you to probably is not a 5 star hotel because you do not know the difference and you are too excited to be in a hotel. He will not send you to the expensive hotels he frequents because he does not want any people from his circles to see you. The whole weekend, he'll spend about R2000 on your weekend away, including the shoddy hotel you went to, the Mc Donald's for breakfast, lunch and supper and your alcohol (because one bottle of wine ends your day quickly and HE WILL BUY IT AND GIVE ALL OF IT TO YOU).
We think that when a man spends on us, we finish him whereas in real terms, what he is spending does nothing to change his life. Meanwhile, you are getting finished. You get fat from all the junk food he feeds you. You develop a phuza face because all of a sudden, you can have your KFC breakfast while drinking your favourite alcohol. Your body deteriorates and most importantly, your spirit. All of a sudden, this mysterious earth catches wind of your sudden lost value and communicates this to every man who may lay their eyes on you. Thus, you will meet men and all they will regard you as, is this woman who must be taken to a cheap hotel to be fucked all weekend and tossed away.
Your aura suddenly smells of desperation to men and they don't have time treat like a queen, a woman who has lost her value. You sit and wonder why you cannot find a good man. You complain that every man treats you like an easy woman. That even the guy at your church grabbed your ass while hugging you. You think that your blood only attracts rich men and that you will probably end up marrying one, but the real issue is that they see a quick and easy woman to get rid of the blue balls their wives gave them. Your spiritual vibes become that of a slut and unfortunately because we are all spiritual beings, even unaware of it, men will speak of you being a slut without knowing your name and where you come from. Even if you can skip town, you will be met by the same man who just wants you for the weekend.
You, my friend, are the one who becomes finished because the commodities that were in exchange between you and your men, WERE NEVER OF THE SAME VALUE. Alcohol money can be regained at the end of the month or every two days, depending on how the man makes a living. You, on the other hand, can't regain your reputation. You can't regain your dignity. You can't be cured from AIDS. You can't get rid of this spiritual smell that marks you as a finished, worthless woman. When you sleep with a married man, you become marked with a curse that does not end. You will either not have a man of your own ever or you will find one and be miserable at all times.
You are not chowing a man, dear. The man is eating away at your soul and you are stuck on the surface of the matter. Do you honestly think that the man who buys you groceries once a month and buys you KFC for breakfast, lunch and supper, will go to a loan shark at the end of the month? Lol. Women, come on. Stop fooling yourselves. These random men that we change every weekend to fund our lifestyles do not even sweat for us yet we are so convinced that we are finishing them so bad. We tell each other of how much we finished one guy in a past weekend and the next and the next... so confident that we are leeches upon these random men.
That they have paid a heavy price just to get us in bed. Hmmm... two large pizzas at Romans pizza is under R200 bucks and you are so excited that you had a WHOLE pizza to yourself and a whole six pack of booze to yourself and a fourth street box of wine to top it off. And you leave his house in the morning, he does not accompany you with his expensive car, tells you to leave quickly, is disgusted by you all of a sudden and doesn't call you back ever again. In the meantime, you can't even walk from all the rough sex you had. You must figure out where to get a morning after pill or where to abort the child in a few months. And you will tell yet another tale of how you chowed a man who had an "upstairs" house and a Merc. Chow on, chowers. See if you'll gain anything of real value from it. See if you will add a wrinkle to a man's face.
By Lerato Motsoagae
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