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She struts in the unfamiliar but classy restaurant trying to be less obvious as she heads towards this mystery man. The black cap was not enough to cover his grey hair and oh my, she knew that was going to be a damn long night. Not that she was interested in entertaining his abominable desires, her fierce outfit signaled that she was there to make a hefty business deal.

His sort of heavy figure did not stop him from pulling a seat for the lovely lass an the glimmer on his golden watch when she stretched for the forced hug was almost like an introduction to the caliber of men he represents in the society. His smile was definitely a language of lust but she was in for a common one. Her phone rang and it was not one you could pity her for, it demanded his respect. Obviously his ego was sidelined and he attempted to bring it back by holding her hand and giving her a jump start for her order.

She slid her soft and blinged hand out of his tempted grip and leaned towards him to blurt out, “so is it a deal or not? Because I have another business meeting in the next 20 minutes and I need to drive as fast as possible…” He was in denial, but I am sure he knew he was playing out of position. That was neither his league nor his season. One could tell that his disappointment was massive and he could only thrive on pretense, which had a short life span. Especially because it died right when she told the waiter that she only needed a glass of sparkling water. And since he dilly dallied on his position on the deal, hoping for a pro-longed conversation that would lead to the booked hotel room, this lass strutted out just the way she came in because on all the things that she had no time for, disrespect topped the list.

Man oh man! It was never meant to be personal anyway especially with the line up of female clients who would be on the streets late that night for his type of “business”. I think I am more upset with women or ladies who trade their “southern flower” for money or a treat than I am with men who think that any female falls in that category. That southern flower should not be a currency but a means of pleasure given and taken in the right way. I mean if you are gonna get laid ladies make sure it is your mind and hormones that control that, not some stupid desperation show! You should want it not need it. You need to call the shots and make it a mutual prerogative. Maybe if a little more of us showed that side, more of these men would know their lanes, leagues and seasons. And maybe, just maybe, marriages could be saved, but this is definitely a topic for another day.

This brings me to this edition of Pen and Paper Point. Shout out to all my independent ladies! A man will only respect you if you show him you deserve the respect. Not that ‘Team mafisi” (Team of hyenas) off the hook! No transaction for the southern flower please. Work legitimately for your money and let him keep his. Anyway, I will leave the rest of my sentiments to be felt from Destiny’s Child’s straight to the point track, Independent Women. Written by Beyoncé Knowles, Cory Rooney , Samuel Barnes and Jean-Claude Olivier, this powerful track was released in September 14, 2000 but it still makes sense this day. Enjoy 😉

INDEPENDENT WOMEN

Lucy Liu… with my girl, Drew… Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie’s Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh

Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I’m feelin lonely
When it’s all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships

The shoes on my feet
I’ve bought it
The clothes I’m wearing
I’ve bought it
The rock I’m rockin’
‘Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you’re wearin’
I’ll buy it
The house I live in
I’ve bought it
The car I’m driving
I’ve bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain’t easy bein’ independent
Question: How’d you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin’ on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you’re gonna brag make sure it’s your money you flaunt
Depend on noone else to give you what you want

The shoes on my feet
I’ve bought it
The clothes I’m wearing
I’ve bought it
The rock I’m rockin’
‘Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you’re wearin’
I’ll buy it
The house I live in
I’ve bought it
The car I’m driving
I’ve bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Destiny’s Child
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure ’nuff
We’ll break these people off Angel style

Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
Noone else can scare me
Charlie’s Angels

Woah
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
{repeat until fade}

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