One question I am always fascinated to hear asked, is "who is in charge here?"
Whenever that question is asked, it is either a mess has been made, or a mess is about to be made. Why else would someone ask, who is in charge here?
And by the way, what if I don't like you? What would you then do?
You would get angry, would you then report me to someone? Or would you come and flog me? Or do you have the power to make me like you by force?
I know a few people that if their dads got the "taken" call, their response will be "Okay."
Just okay. Their wahala is so much that their dad would never be in a hurry to regain them.
He might say "let him learn a thing or two."
Time and again, I have come to a crossroad, and had to make a choice; to know or not to know?
Some say ignorance is bliss. How true is this?
Have you witnessed someone hurt themselves because they don't know better?
When they ask you, why do you trust him this much?
Are there no better men out there?
Is he down for the long haul as you are?
I want you to tell them, "all the feelings I've got for him, he's got it twice and over for me."
When a governor announces that he has built 10 roads totaling 350 kilometers, at the rate of 5 million Naira per kilometer, no one asks how many people use that road daily. Nor where does the road lead to and what economic benefit it serves.