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  Yes...The Independent Woman! Well, this is for the ladies who think they can not or can never survive alone. Not really alone like that, you know what I'm getting at here. I mean, they expect money, support and all from their parents or boyfriends.
  Why do you really need to depend on a man? Fine, God said we are one another's helper. But then, young lady...be smart. Some ladies would ask for practically everything from their boyfriends. Why? Money for food, money for clothes, money to make their hair and even money for BIS! Really?! Some ladies' behaviour would just make you want to ask God 'Why?'. Like Seriously...there are basic things you don't have to ask someone else to buy for you. Is he your father? No, so be smart.
  Your parents have trained you enough and spent so much more than you could ever refund them to still ask for money when you should be independent! You really should cover your face in shame if you still ask your parents for house rent at 25 years of your existence. What have you been doing with your life? Some girls in secondary school are already living off their parents yet you still ask for money and other things from your parents at your Twenty something age. Really?! 
It's never too late to start. Be wise.! 
You can do it!
We can do it!
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