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Having a strength of character makes you a bigger prostitute than being immoral

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Nigerians have finally put a premium on promiscuity

Lol...and guess what, it's the lowest ever

The rise of Androcentrism is outright shameless

And it's rising everyday like a Phoenix

Misogynistic cult is springing up faster than usain bolt

Everywhere you turn you see a member of this cult of misogyny

Some in suit and tie

Some in jeans and T-shirts

Others in rags and torn clothes

Funny some speak and look responsible

Deep down they are just walking penises with two balls and no brain

In Nigeria all it takes now to be a prostitute is to say No

A guy approaches you and ask for your number and you say no, suddenly you are a prostitute

You dress to look good in a mini skirt that outlines your beautiful body, boom!!! You are a prostitute

You go out and hang out with your friends and again.. BOOM!!! You are a prostitute

You buy a car as a single lady or rent a two bedroom apartment from your hard earned savings, yes you are a prostitute

You go clubbing to wind out and relax, you are finished..you are a prostitute

Your job isn't the traditional and conventional style, it's super flexible and allows you leave home late...lol...prostitute, asewo

You keep friends who are crazy and loud, extroverts to the core...you are a whore

You demand your change from the rude and violent conductor and bus driver, asewo

You refuse to date your course mate in school or your colleague, you are a whore

Promiscuity is the new line of defense for weak minded and small penis men

Men who are easily intimidated by beauty and brain

Men who only see boobs and ass when they see a woman

Men who are hurt and bruised by well articulated rejection, fights back with shame-naming a lady

You no longer need to be a prostitute to be a prostitute

All it takes now is to be a woman with a strong character

We forget that prostitution will not thrive without a larger customer base

Yet the women are prostitutes and the men are victims of seduction

Prisoners of passion

Gods in distress

Having a strength of character makes you a bigger prostitute than being immoral

Just be a woman of substance and men with little or no standards will label their fears and insecurities on you.

No matter, it doesn't matter if it doesn't affect your income or generate revenue for you.

Everybody is just mad in this country.

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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