From a Brhoe to a Hoe — Umeh Writes

Handsome like a prince, but when the scale accesses your character its rating is a beast. Beautiful like a Princess, but your inner content is like an expired product that smells like incense.

You see yourself as a 5 star hotel, but in the reality of things your code name originated from a public toilet.
Everyone has been there. Everyone has had a taste of your forbidden fruit.

At the slightest emotions, you break down your fragile walls and throw yourself at the first bidder. Whoever shows interest in you receives your profit.

Always needing someone. Always depending on the validation of people.

No shame whatsoever.
Of what use is shame when it could be exchanged for fame?
Wherever there’s the beating of a drum, you’re always there to dance.
One moment you’re the life of the party, when things go sour you become a forced loner.

You’re like a puzzle presented to a college student, that even a kindergarten can solve. And aside from the public access to your most priced possession; your body, the major benefit of being your acquaintance is steady debit alerts.

How do you expect to be treated like royalty, when you exhibit traits of an outcast?
How do you expect someone to subscribe to whatever you think you offer, when those who haven’t subscribed have full access to your premium package?

When the die is cast and your true identity is revealed, you will realize that the route you have taken has no turning point.