Premarital sex and how I see

Here is a farmer going from one land to another dropping maize seeds. So he goes to Lagos, plants a couple of seeds, goes to Edo state and does the same. He does so for fifteen other states and he finally retires to his house feels exhausted and is expectant to reap no matter what it takes. Or, do farmers plant seeds without expecting harvest? Of course not!

So while he sits in his comfy couch he reminisces on how his journey around the country had gone and all the stress he put himself through. He later realizes that he didn’t need to go through such stress. He could have just researched to find out what soil is most suitable for growing his crops instead of going from state to state planting his seeds with hope to know firsthand the soil that best suits his crops.

This is what premarital sex looks like in my mind’s eye.

People going about planting bits of themselves in different states and once they retire home, there is nothing left in their barns. They suddenly are driven into solitude and then life becomes clear before their eyes. They feel empty and apprehensive about life because they have taken much time in planting seeds they never thought to harvest.

Sometimes the seeds grow and they aren’t there to harvest. And the harvest is left to rotten thinking its owner doesn’t find it useful. This is usually the dilemma of children who were birthed outside of wedlock. Some however, come out fine and untainted but still bearing a void that crushes them inside out.

Why not sit and count the cost. Why not research to find the most suitable soil for the seeds and simply get the land, plant the seeds and simply save yourself, the land and the seed the stress of regret?

We see forsaken lands across the nation; women who have lost every sense of value because someone at some point planted with or without their consent, and never returned for the harvest. Usually, several farmers have come by the land and planted time without number, seeds that they never came back to harvest. These lands are left desolate without pruning.

I agree that sometimes it really isn’t about the farmer that planted, but the land. Sometimes it is not fertile because it has allowed every farmer to plant freely, not determining or defining for itself the kind of seeds that best suits it.

I bet you can place the metaphors and can make a meaning of this.

I want you to know that once you go about planting yourself in farmlands and you fail to return for your harvest, you are sure to be left empty. No one is really suffering for your sins. No farmer in his right senses will go through the stress of planting without the thought of returning when it’s harvest time. So also, there are kinds of soils with each having the kinds of seeds that thrive well on them when planted.