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Be Fucking Expensive or Die cheap... The Choice is Yours!



I read the story of the woman whose husband locked up in the house, because he insisted she must deliver at home and not in the hospital where normal human beings give birth...

Well, she died of course, and live goes on.

I read it, I didn't cry, I didn't feel bad nor sorry.

I felt nothing.

Wetin concern me. I simply scrolled down till my eyes saw this.

Lawn tennis amazon, Serena Williams is presently the richest self made woman, Forbes said.

Rihanna is currently recognized as the richest female musician in the world.

This is the feminism we have been fighting for!

This is women breaking traditional and cultural boundaries

These are the real slay queens, becoming firsts, not just next.

Female empowerment on the rise!

So I smiled and laughed, I was happy...

Remember when Rihanna was dating Chris brown and her life was a mess...

Well, look at her now after she left him!

And he is a celebrity, and was still a superstar when they broke up.

Imagine if they had gotten married, or are still dating... Or hell...imagine if she had a child for him.

But our own Nigerian women, they will date a pauper, born ten for him, he will beat them up and eventually kill them.

Yet they won't leave...

You think we will care?

We will arrest him and beat him, that's what we are good at.

Public lynching and mass beating...

Jungle justice for pepper thieves.

But admiration and worship for those who steal billions.

Las las we will hand him over to the police so he can bribe them with #10,000 and be released on bail.

I love my country!

Some where now, one woman is begging her boyfriend or husband for money to go to the market and buy what they will both eat.

He is considering increasing the amount from #2,000 to #2,500, and needs reasons why she should buy extra meat and not economize with biscuit bone or ponmo.

Another man has been caught cheating for the sixth time, and he is begging his girlfriend to forgive him.

She forgives him quite alright, and blames woman number 6 for seducing her poor wretched boyfriend, who lives in a single room with dirty bedsheets.

My boyfriend is handsome, na dem dey rush am...she says.

He probably bleaches and has body odour.

Tomorrow, they will have a misunderstanding and he will beat her to a pulp, even drag her outside and strip her naked in front of his neighbors, including the one he is cheating on her with.

He will beg her again, and she will forgive him, then they will both have mind blowing sex.

He will go back to the other neighbor, she saw him humiliating his girlfriend, heard them fucking later, yet, she will still continue the affair and cook eguisi and semo for him, hoping he leaves his girlfriend for her if she gives him doggy.

Men are scarce, hold the one you get tight!

He will be caught again and beg his monkey girlfriend, whose parents thinks she is in school with her mates, studying engineering or micro biology, and she will forgive him and they will have sex again...

He will still beat her up tomorrow again for complaining about his Infidelity and blame the devil for it.

She will promise to repent from nagging and jealousy, and not pry too much...they will fuck again while the neighbor prays to God that they break up soon so she can have the man all by herself.

But somewhere else, close to where he works as a junior machine operator, he has started eyeing the girl that sells corn outside and they have exchanged numbers...

The physical and psychological abuse won't stop!

It will go on and on until he gets extremely tired and then kicks her out of his life for good.

With enormous emotional Keliods and scars as proof of the hell she has been through.

Or marries her because she fell pregnant, and end up killing her after swearing she mustn't deliver in the hospital but at home!

To the average Nigerian woman, love is a bet

You don't stop playing, until you hammer big!

The average Nigerian woman devalued herself like the naira she so craves

So any man that comes into her life, never honors her, he squeezes her and throws her away at the end.

Men will take you however you take yourself.

Take yourself serious, and you will be taken serious.

You attract who you are!

Whatever price tag you put on yourself, is exactly how much you will be priced.

Be fucking expensive

Or die cheap

The choice is yours!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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