A Message To Single Sisters!

Greetings single sisters,

Please be mindful of creating positive first impressions while attending a wedding party or social event. Men don't immediately recognize your spirituality; it's just how we're built. Before checking to see if something is agreeable to our soul, many of us must first determine whether it is pleasing to our sight.

Many years ago, I was at a party and keeping an eye on a lovely lady seated across the table. In my head, I was planning how to introduce myself and ask for her number. The young lady and the waitress got into a violent quarrel when the jollof rice did not reach her table, and before I could finish hitting the calculator, they started pushing and shoving. She fought this waitress to nonsense for food to the point when she almost completely took off her wig.

I was in awe! I just kept muttering under my breath, "Thank you Jesus."

Do not judge me, please. Don't tell me she's not really that way at home, and don't tell me someone can get upset at a party because they aren't serviced. I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I think it's important to make a good first impression. Many of us have seen hell in our previous relationships only to see fire and still want to put our heads together.

From a male perspective, I'm warning you to be mindful of your posture, how you sit, and the words you use when you're in a social setting where you might have the chance to network well.

You are not in your parlor, so please show some decorum and awareness. You are not required to consume the entire chicken on your plate. The worst part is that many of you will bring a transparent bag to a party so that everyone can see the half moimoi and packs of salad and one crate of Fanta you are taking home like you are going to open a factory in your house. Then you wonder why good men don't approach you, despite the fact that you constantly present yourself as a food ambassador.

Please follow the proper protocol when dancing at a party and take off your wig. Some of you will dance until you lose all of your eyelashes. You need a masterclass in manners and organization, dear sister, since you dance until you are covered in your own sweat and smelling like wedding debt.

I am aware that teaching this is not my area of expertise. Despite the fact that you all have lovely souls inside, many of you are not receiving approaches from men since your outside appearances are already unattractive.

I remain your favourite writer, Blackdovy.