In 2 days I will finish my service to humanity in a Cameroonian village and head to Paris to surprise my new lover for his birthday. Somehow, I continue to shock the population. Not sure why batamenyera.
Yesterday, while battling mosquitos & lack of electricity, not too far from Boko Haram zone in Cameroon; someone called me asking me to limit my exposure on socials. In their flawed logic, no man will take me serious enough to marry me if they see the details of my dating life on IG. Lovely, I thought, more time for me to catch up on learning arabic, Kompa, guitar, and motorcycle riding! YAY! Plus they are wrong! A man has already married me. I entered his house with my two feet, the house smelled so I exited with my two feet. Finally, I already told y’all, if charms fails, I’m importing a gentleman from my father’s village… So why y’all stressed? I’m tryna tour Africa and finish my first manuscript, these ugly unromantic cages y’all tryna squeeze me in? Not happening…
Ah! You “regulars” bore me. Yet- I respect the autonomy of every human. Why don’t you?
Truth is- you preach privacy not for its virtues but because you know if we dissected your life 1 + 1 would not equal 2. By the grace of God, I live a clean life. I don’t cheat. I don’t deceive. I couldn’t possibly expose myself because my convictions match my life. As in- what is there to expose? I don’t date married men & I don’t sell my thighs on a platter to get my rent paid. Lastly, what has privacy ever brought you? Gold medal? Let us respect our differences. One Love,
LawyerLiv & Co. 
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