I stopped following up with one mama Sadé. Here's why! She told me she can't do without bread that I'm on my own and that the glory of margarine can't shine unless bread becomes an accomplice Listen, Let me tell you the truth You don’t heal while licking the blade that cuts you. You don’t ration rat poison to save the rats. You don’t bargain with bullets in your gut. You don’t debate the fire while you burn. Bread isn’t food It's slow - motion car crash you chew It's a landmine baked golden If you are still negotiating for a munch-it of slow suicide, Then, you’re not ready to own your health from home You’re addicted to the bakery. I don't bargain with po1sons I don’t coddle cults of comfort I don’t garnish graves. And I won’t applaud your hunger for a faster death. What we bring is a wellness revolution Not mainstream addictions It’s an awakening It’s the antidote you either swallow or suffocate It’s the truth you either chew or choke. You want to prevail? Burn the bakery Bury your Loaves Or keep lying to your plate, tear another slice of ruin, and digest the rot you call “Fluffy.” Tick. Tock. Your gut is swelling. No dough! No delusion!! No deceit!!! *You:* Doctor, what about an alternative to bread? *Me:* Please forget it. You are your own healer. So many persons here will just read this and pass🚶‍♀🚶‍♀🚶‍♀🚶‍♀ It's a pity you fall prey today mama Sadé. Come on, change oh or you will wither like a flower 🤩 I won't shape my mouth even for a sec because of you.... You think I'm just preaching...dey play! I practice what I preach. No cap. You too can do the same from here. I know all these posts are shuuking your mind and playing with your feelings😋.... But until you decide to comot hand from doing the wrong stuff..... Till then, me and you forever 💃💃💃🤩