A Wife for the Billionaire

The night passed in a blur of floating on ecstasy and drinking myself to sleep.

It was exactly how I figured it would go, especially after the day I had.

Perhaps it’s practice, which consistency breeds perfection, but in my case I would say ’balance’. I woke up by 6am on the dot, in spite of the planes and fantasies the weed I smoked took me to.

I was used to it by now, no matter how high I got or how drunk, I still woke up at the sound of my alarm.

Maybe it had nothing to do with practice or the consistency of my indulgences, and everything to do with responsibility.

Or can it be pressure?

I mean, being the CEO of the Wellington Empire and the youngest in history I might add, overseeing all the branches and the various brands, the immediate problem of the venue for the launch of the new collection, and most of all, having 15 ladies to examine in hopes of picking a wife, it has to be pressure.

Prayer or praying rather was for those who believed in something or someone. I found it absurd that people considered praying as a daily routine. How brainwashed are they really? Offering words of reverence to someone or something they have never seen or even had concrete proof of its existence, if that isn’t cockeyed, I don’t know what else is.

Having only belief in myself, I took a copy of "You & I", the powerful, sensational masterpiece by Terres Michael and headed to the bathroom. A collection of poems in form of daily affirmations, divided into two categories, the ’You’ affirmations and the ’I’ affirmations.

Standing before the oval mirror, peering into the dark pools of my own reflection, just as the poet recommended in his outline. I opened to the 101 page and affirmed,

I’m firmly rooted

I stand strong and unwavering