Money Son. Morning sun.
Once again, you are the highlight of the city women’s gossip.
They said that you got a new ride, like the one your father bought and sold. That it's much bigger than that.
This one doesn't require assistance whenever you want to drive it. You don’t need ten hands on the boot, one of your legs on the ground, one hand on the steering, and the other against the door.
It doesn't make enough noise for the landlord's son and his filthy drunk whores to wake up and embarrass you. The news is that you don't even have a landlord, you're the lord of your own land.
They said that your car makes one cold by itself, so you don’t need a hand fan in it. The ignition is not outside and it doesn't have up to a thousand gears. It’s brand new, automatic. The door, the roof, the logo, everything oozes newness.
In other news, you're now very wealthy. They say you walk around in shorts and shirts and people assume that you're not a Westerner. The Westerners believe that only the Easterners and the Northerners have your kind of money.
I heard that your kind of money confuses.
You spend in clubs, enjoy life, and dress rich therefore you're not a Northerner. Your kind of money is not tied to philosophies about spending on women in return for something or not, so you're not an Easterner.
You simply spend, on clothing, clubbing, and clout. You spend on accessories, haircuts, and styles that send the bell of every temple craving your touch. You spend on women, whores, and wives, you don't care whether they deserve it. So far you deserve it, so far they can warm your bed.
I heard that the scent of your perfume has your name on it, it could produce a thousand fake ones and no one would know they were diluted. Those who call you Arab money think that your mother must be an Arabian because the aura that surrounds you oozes generational wealth.
No. I am not an Arabian woman, but they are not wrong. Money draws a new family tree for its owner.
I heard that you have tied wealth around your fingers. One man even said that no matter the kind of poverty that enters your money, it would leave in disappointment after being unable to exhaust your wealth.
However, the gossip doesn’t end there. The talk of the town is that you avoided your parents to avoid their poverty. That you avoided us and refused to visit home. That you hate us.
Adeleke, if at all it is true that we'd bewitch you with poverty, then you must beware, not of us, but of what made us that way.
You must fight the good fight and let your money stay. Not only do the poor have to fight their way out of poverty, but even the rich have to give it everything to remain wealthy.
Don’t be a man of the past or one whose best days are lost in time.
Money is merely a tool, you would have seen. Money is merely figures controlled by value. Don't be a man that people only mention his money, but a man of influence. A man who controls money with his value.
Don't be deceived that poverty cannot diminish some money, it's a joke created by money to see the downfall of rich men. I have seen money crumble. I have seen the incapability of money. Money itself is a countable noun, wake up!
Store some in the past, later you may reach out and take it in the form of the relationships you made. Store some in the present, but mostly, store your money in the future, store it in quantities of value, of investments. Store it in progressive insurance. Store it in chests that cannot be diminished.
Stand money up on its toes, and let it keep watch for you. Make it fetch you ideas.
Money does not determine your value because you're the value that it longed to have. Don't store it under cold air while you waste under the sun. Money is the slave, not you. Let money do the work. Let it work for you and stress for you! Let it return to you in multiple folds.
I don't blame those who spend based on philosophies, Adeleke, spend based on philosophies, however, get your philosophies right, so that you don't lose your best days into the past.
Here's one of the best philosophies: get married to a valuable woman. I know you think that they don't exist. They do.
And, I don't blame those who don't know how to dress well and enjoy life. As for you, the only difference between you and them should be that you know how to dress and enjoy life, but sometimes, you choose not to.
Sometimes, you choose to live life simply. You choose to live your best days in an ordinary outfit and your ordinary days in your best outfit. What truly matters is that the wealthy Adeleke is present, it doesn't matter the kind of clothes you wear, or the price of your accessories. You're present. You're the present. Adeleke, you're the prize.
A man may live all his life in a club, but there are no old women there.
Women will one day leave the club. Outdoor enjoyment may start with them, but it ends with men. A man may choose to spend every day of his life enjoying. However, wives will one day go back to their children. One day, they will prefer to be seen as good women than as baddies. The summary is that if you don't find a woman, if you don't find the woman whom you'll club and enjoy with all the days of your life, in the end, you'll be alone, no matter the number of women you have been with.
Now that the skies have shown you favour, stop avoiding us, we are equally trying to fight poverty here. Your father and I made our own mistakes with money, but we've learnt our lessons. We are now doing well, though we are not on your level.
If you've not heard about us, your brother is in the US, at the embassy, you may meet him someday, but he is in one of those doors that travelers rarely open, and your sister is a politician. She travels here and there within and outside the country. Both of them want to have their wedding on the same day, they don't even have partners but they are actively on the lookout. They don't have your kind of money, but they are doing well.
You won't believe that your dad is drafting a plan for the expansion of his building materials shop. He has realized that only the people fit to live are those who have the future in their hands because it's promised to no one. The present has been divided among many.
I hope that when you see this, you don't think I'm blabbering. Adeleke, I love you. The whole family does. I want to continue hearing gossip about your unmatched wealth. I also want to spend your money, my morning sun.
With love,
Omoyele, your mum.
For the family.
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