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I Choose Sanity Over Sanctity



Why do you choose to be mediocre?

Why do you choose to be an object rather than a subject?

Why do you sit at 21 and worry about how many children you will have for your husband, and not what impact you will make for yourself so your children can respect you not pity you?

God forbid having children who pities you more than they love you.

So invested in sympathy, they forget Loving you.

The end result of pity is usually disgust and hate.

Because pity is always annoying.

Seen a sick person?

It takes a lot of tolerance and endurance to stay strong and not get exhausted.

At the end...we usually are.

Tired of pity.

I would rather not be a father, than be a father to an average Nigerian woman.

One who would ransom her dignity and worth for a title that costs less than one ball of akara.

This mentality would die as piss from my manhood.

Ensuring me a life time of peace, away from the curse of motherhood.

No child of mine will excuse love for submission.

Love isn't submission.

If you love me, you wouldn't demand submission from me.

Are you Thanos?

Then prepare for endgame because I will surely avenge!

My daughters will not be Captain love, refusing to grow up and move on, in the end weilding a broken shield in the name of hope.

They won't be God of love, swinging hips around with a hammer.

They won't be Ant woman, cat walking and growing small and big with the situation on ground

Neither will they be mother dragons...flying away and scorching even themselves in blind fury.

NO!!!

They all lost.

My daughters will be Ironwomen!

Women of steel!

Staying firm and on point at all times.

With a snap of their fingers, they will change the narrative and rewrite history.

And they won't die...no, because iron sharpeneth iron.

They won't die but live in an Eldorado of their own making.

With or without a man

From an early age, I will teach, preach and reach out to them to break every chain...not with prayer and fasting

But education and power!

Not the kind taught in a classroom...God forbid!

But the one passed down from music, movies, and animation.

Written, produced and directed by the same minds that can understand and construct legacies like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Avengers...Endgame, into the spider verse and Game of thrones.

For the rest of you ladies who feel the best place to be is beside a man, whose value is less than Nigeria.

Nigeria being the anus of the world.

Well, I say...

You can have them all!

All of them, damaged goods!

My daughters will keep their sanity.

They can lose their virginity, by will of course.

But their sanity is more important to me.

Not their Sanctity.

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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