A NEW VARIANT OF SEE FINISH




When Qing Madi said 🎶I dey avoid see finish make I dey my own make you sef dey your own🎶  I honestly couldn't relate  the first time I heard those lyrics but I knew this was a subject I wouldn't let pass me by, so I just saved it for the future. 
I know you can now understand,  YES,  I have had my own little taste of "see finish", so what better opportunity??

 Have you people heard of "silent see finish"?? You must have experienced it but you don't know what it is. No need to worry, Your big sister  has got you.🤭

What is see finish in the first place??  According to the urban dictionary, it means "to be taken for granted". In my understanding, "See finish" could be seen as indirect insult and in some crazy cases, direct insult. The pain of see finish also comes in different magnitudes ranging from people you know to people who shouldn't be talking to you in the first place. 

Now to the main topic of discussion "Silent See finish". In my opinion, it is the worst type of see finish because it is not easily detected and it goes very unnoticed and as such difficult to explain. How do you explain to somebody that you have  been "seen finish" when you can honestly not point out your experience? Although this individual might have done you no verbal or physical harm, their actions just show that they don't rate you and that my friend is my only explanation for silent see finish. I hope you  understand .

The solution to  silent see finish is to "know who dey for  you and dey for who dey for you". Stay safe out there kids and avoid see finish as much as you can,

Lots of love,
IMAX.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 25, 2023 at 9:18 AM

    For realll

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  2. Ju-De-Bite��March 25, 2023 at 10:47 AM

    I swearrrrrrrrrrr
    Just know who dey for you and dey for who dey for you coz the human beings wey dey this life go show you pepper 😂😂

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  3. AnonymousMarch 25, 2023 at 10:49 AM

    See finish dey pain ohhh😭

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  4. AnonymousMarch 25, 2023 at 2:58 PM

    Everybody ototo 😭👍🏼

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  5. AnonymousMarch 26, 2023 at 12:59 AM

    I like how this is very interesting but still points out a lesson everyone needs to understand.

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  6. AnonymousMarch 26, 2023 at 7:56 AM

    So Relatable

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  7. AnonymousMarch 26, 2023 at 12:31 PM

    Girl, as someone who has experience every form, level, and magnitude of see finishes in thos world, I can dearly relate to this. E no sweet oooo

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  8. African ScribeMarch 28, 2023 at 10:33 AM

    Know who dey for you and dey for who dey for you in order to avoid mkpali

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