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The Mismatch

Good morning beautiful people. Trust you had a beautiful weekend and a splendid night. So today I'll be talking about matching your lifestyle with your attitude and all. But before that, let me share this story with you.
 Bimpe had always wondered why her parents never for once trusted her. As far as she was concerned, she was a good girl. Her parents were clergies and they expected nothing short of perfection from her. She pretended not to care but deep down, she was always sad. In school, Bimpe would wear trousers, makeup, skimpy dresses and even go to clubs which were all against Biblical injunctions according to her parents. Her parents 'caged' her so much she felt she needed some freedom. When she gained admission into the University, she found the gateway to freedom that instant.
Back at home, Bimpe reduced her dressing to just trousers and make up. Her parents would forever complain about this and even claim she is a 'disgrace' to the ethics they uphold as a christian family. Bimpe would cry most times as she was very emotional. She wondered why her parents would not trust her, not even for once. The worst part of it, her parents always compared her to her siblings and the children of other clergies. The comparison was not what annoyed her but the fact that the children her parents compared her with were way worse than her. In school, Bimpe was an active member in her fellowship but was never an executive. When asked why, she'd simply say 'They are too promiscuous. Which was true in a way as just recently, the prayer coordinator was impregnated by their fellowship president.
In fact, Bimpe was still a virgin. She goes to the club just to hang out with her female friends. She never really had a male friend, except for her course mates who she rarely talked to. She had never had a boyfriend since she gained admission into the University and she was in her final year already.
When she explained to her parents, they wept and were very sorry. They also blamed her for not matching her belief and lifestyle with her attitude, dressing and character.

Basically, what I am saying is let your Yes be Yes and your No be No.
You can't claim to be religious and still go to clubs.
You can't claim faithful to your boyfriend/girlfriend if you give him/her reasons to always doubt that.
You can't claim to obey God and have body edification.
You can't claim to be a wife material and have a dirty house/car.
You can't claim to be a husband material if you still smoke/drink heavily.

Let all you do be in accordance with what you stand for.
Be Wise!
Have a most beautiful day.

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