money can’t buy me love
Posted by: jaden™ on: April 7, 2011
I start to think about the much documented Nigerian prostitute export, the one who is lured to European countries under false pretenses to end up a sex slave. The one who is pimped for the value of her vagina and made to pay back her ‘rent’.
I think how it all starts as a favour a kind relative is doing, offering a chance at a better life in exchange for perhaps a nanny/housekeeper, but ultimately the blessings that come from acts of kindness, and how philanthropy masks greed, turning thankfulness into indebtedness.
Much the same way, albeit lacking maliciousness, is our debt to our parents created.
When we are conceived we are special bundles of joy gift-wrapped in the expanding skin of our mothers’ stomachs. We warm their hearts with our cuteness, then steal their lives with our neediness. We learn to read, then we skin our knees and make them worry, but when we go through puberty we sink the ultimate black hole into their hearts and pockets that we spend our lives repaying.
Tit-bit: How many different ways can the title be interpreted?
money! can’t buy me love (got no money to buy me love)
money can’t buy me, love (me love, you know money can’t buy me)
money, can’t buy me love (to money: you can’t buy me)
money cant. buy me, love (money isn’t able to. you buy me, my love)
i’m out.
