WHEN FASHION BECOMES A WEAPON FASHIONED: THE BATLLE AGAINST PURITY

When Fashion becomes a Weapon Fashioned

Fashion is meant to be an expression of beauty and creativity, but in today’s world, it has become a weapon—fashioned not only to present people in both good ways, but also to present people in bad ways causing many to be lured into immorality. We are all in a battle; the battle of staying pure in this dark and corrupt world. Whether young or old, so far you live in this world, you must find yourself on this battlefield. Who is the enemy behind it? The devil. The Bible calls him “the god of this world,” and he has carefully designed different weapons to draw people into sin. Among these weapons are greed, lust, covetousness, and most significantly for this discussion—indecent dressing. The devil has so influenced the minds of clothing industries and individuals that many outfits are now designed to reveal what ought to be covered. In this current world, we have a higher percentage of ladies who wear bum shorts on the street, expose their stomachs, cleavages, and feel comfortable in stepping out without a bra. They do this all in the name of fashion; what is trending. Young men are not also left out. Some of them sag their trousers, wear shirts that expose their chests or shorts that even expose their thighs. The reason is the same: “It’s fashion. It’s the trend.” But imagine this: fashion itself has become a weapon, fashioned by the devil to drive people into immorality and to stir up lust in the hearts of others. So, what is fashion really? Fashion is simply a popular trend, especially in the clothing industry. But then we must ask: How did revealing clothes become a popular trend? Who started it? Where did it come from? If you cannot answer these questions, why should you join a trend whose origin you do not know? Is that not living a confused life? And if you truly knew where it came from, you would not want to participate in it. For such trends do not come from God but from the devil. By embracing them, people unknowingly give the devil influence over their lives. They either fall into immorality themselves or lead others into lust and sin. This is why we must open our eyes. Indecent dressing, disguised as fashion, is nothing but a trap. It may look attractive for a while, but the end is destructive. No matter what fashion indecent dressing is, it can never qualify a person for a standard job. This is another reason why we must open our eyes. Imagine someone posting a picture of themselves on an indecent dress and goes to apply for a standard job,some years later, where they have to check out their activities on social media. Do you think such person would receive the job? To clothing industries and designers, I make this appeal: let us build a society that upholds dignity. Let us design clothes that cover what should be covered. No amount of money made from indecent fashion can compare to the value of lives being lost to immorality. Do not become the blacksmith forging weapons for the devil by promoting indecent dressing. The devil is working tirelessly to make many fall in this battle for purity. Do not yield yourself as an instrument in his hands. Stand for righteousness. Thank you. ALSO READ Family Traditions: The Importance of Christmas Clothes              

A PAINFUL EXPERIENCE THAT TAUGHT ME FINANCIAL DISCIPLINE

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A painful experience I had of recent made me finally stick to the principle of spending money wisely that I learnt years back from Robert Kiyosaki and Sharon Lechter’s Rich Dad, Poor Dad. Let me share how it finally cured me of financial indiscipline. It was a very painful experience. So intense. I pushed and I pushed. It felt like I wasn’t going to leave that place alive. I had exhausted all my strength, but if I dared to rest, what I was pushing would crawl right back inside. No nurse, no drip, no one at home to help induce anything. It was just me — me and this pain. To aid my delivery, I tried different postures, shifting and adjusting, just for what was disturbing me inside to come out. But nothing worked. In that moment of struggle, I wished I could rewind time. If I had known, I would have rejected everything they offered me at Yemi’s wedding party, my former classmate. I just didn’t want her to know what I was really passing through. I wanted to show her that I had also “made it” in life. Imagine paying ₦250K for Asoebi. Then renting the latest Lexus for ₦150K — just to show off. And yes, I still sprayed money at the party. I know you’re thinking that I’m rich, but I’m nothing close to it. Everything I spent to appear “big” at the wedding was borrowed. After spending all that, how could I allow any plate pass me by untouched? I ate everything. Everything. I mean… I tasted Asaro (yam porridge). Then, what’s the name of that other thing sef? Ehen! Abacha (African Salad)! I mixed them together. My stomach was saying no, but my mouth kept saying yes. I didn’t leave one thing untouched. And now, here I am. Honestly, it’s high time I stop living this fake big-girl life. Borrowing money for parties, just to “belong.” I’m not big anything. I dey use shalanga (pit latrine) for my side. Na one room I dey live. Wetin dey do me sef na how I wan take pay the money back! God abeg! it’s just very painful that I  borrowed this  money from LAPO. I told them I wanted to start a small business. But I don’t even know how the money vanished — until it remained just 50k. How I wan explain this one naw? That I spent 450K at a three-hour party? Omo… I just have to work hard to… Knock knock knock! “Aunty Bimbo! Come out now. Are you giving birth ni? You’ve been inside since. Na only you wan shit? Come out o!” Ah. It was like the thing inside heard the knock. It started coming out. I could see its head… black. It was coming, it was coming! Woof! Finally, it came out. Long, multicolored; black, yellow, some green, and red pepper flakes. So this was the demon troubling my stomach. Relieved, I washed my bumbum and quickly stepped out. “Aunty Bimbo! Come back here! You’re very wicked. Very very wicked! You no give me out of the food wey you chop o, but you leave your shit for me.” “Sorry, I forgot.” This girl does not even know what is on my head. How am I going to use 50k to start a business and pay my 500k loan in just a month? “You always forget to flush, but you never forget to refill your belle. Abeg, go flush joor!” Dear Lord, I promise not to waste my money just to please people again. So help me, Lord. Amen. ALSO READ Stress Management and Virtual Assistance: Keys to Triumphant Business Management