Essence & Rags

Some meals are meant for servants, but no one serves the meal meant for Kings to servants, Kings know their meal, servants too know their feed. You are a Queen, you can’t serve yourself to servants, Kings are waiting for you.

You are a King, you can’t eat a meal kept for servants, a Queen is waiting, not every meal fits your taste. There are many Queens in rags, and many Kings parading the world in rags, they know not who they are, they eat meals kept for pigs.

When a Queen serves herself to servants, she isn’t any more fit for Kings, unless she makes another meal, how can she make another meal when her pot and plate are already broken? She needs the understanding to repair her pot and make another meal fit for Kings.

Girl know your place, you’re a Queen not every man deserves you, boy know your place not every girl deserves you. Servants marry maids, Queens marry Kings, we can’t change it, life is well placed, we all have a balance to fit in, there are times when Kings marry maids and vice versa, but only in matters of divine purpose.

When I say maids, I don’t refer to poor local girls, it could mean anyone, I refer to people whose spiritual essence is very low, they are simply called maids. Some dress like Queens whereas they are maids in the spiritual, while some dress like maids but they are Queens.

Esther was a maid but her essence was Queenish, her Uncle Mordecai knew it, so he prepared her for the King, in the end, she became the Queen of Persia, a slave girl was chosen among all the daughters of the Nobles and Prime Ministers.

Queens aren’t known by outward appearance, it is a thing of inner essence. I sat very close to a Queen, and as we talked I checked if I could find any essence, I found none, though she was putting on an expensive outfit and all that, in the reality of the matter she was actually in rags, she was a maid disguised like a Queen because she could afford Queens items.

She’s popular, she has houses, estates, and properties yet she finds it comfortable rolling with boys under the staircase because she is a maid in rags, a famous wandering maid wearing the looks of a Queen, flesh flamboyant in hubris, but her soul suffocates without air.

Be an essence. Life reduced some to maids, but their essence is Queenish, know your place. Let every Queen reduced to the level of a maid take her rightful place, also every King reduced to a servant shall take his place.

– Kanayo Ebuka