These men at different stages of my life were ‘My Spec’.
If you didn’t look like Omarion, sound like Denzel, dress like Ryan or smile like Michael and you ask me for directions, I can pour you red oil.
The nerve of you!
Do you have eyes that dim in wrapped attention when I speak to you? No! A smile like pearls that makes me feel expensive? No! Body like it was sculpted by nuns in Rome, ridged and trimmed in the perfect places? No! Let’s not even get started with the wealth in your voice, your charisma and the overall presence you carry. You don’t have at least 3 out of 4 and you want to talk to me. Bold!
Young people are prone to foolishness and fads;
the cure comes through tough-minded discipline.
Proverbs 22:15 MSG
But funny how many of us still carry these lack of depth into adulthood. You spec is a tall, dark, funny and rich man.
Am I saying it is wrong to want fine man? Ofcourse not!
Me I want fine man o. But should that be what your ‘spec’ is made of? Tall, dark, funny and rich? Things that can be taken away in a gust. What about the real stuff?
Is he in Christ?
Does he have strength of character?
Do you even have chemistry?
Are you compatible?
Is he God’s choice for you?
Sister Nkiru, sister Eniola, that uncle that is entering your eye, what is his inside like? And no, I’m not asking you, I’m asking the people that know you, know him, love you and can say the unbiased truth because you like this, we can’t trust your mouth.
I come in peace,