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Let Him Who Has A Penis...Nod!




Since time immemorial...



A wise father is seen as one who advises his son not to allow a woman control him...so his manhood is tested on how submissive his wife is, and his virility is tested on the number of women he has been with...

The wise mother is seen as the one who prepares the submissive daughter like a sheep, dressed and properly fed, and escorts her to the man's house to live an eternal life of domestication and submission.

No matter how fat and beautiful a goat looks, it is never truly happy tied and caged.

No matter how grand the cage looks, freedom, whether small or narrow is always preferable to a wide and luxurious prison.

No caged animal is ever truly happy.

Today, I tell you...the wise father is the one who will raise his sons to know that marriage is the language of partnership not ownership, and submission is a threat not a test of marital bliss.

The wise mother is the one who teaches her daughter to be more informed, and not to be microscopic in thinking after degree, marriage follows next...The wise mother is the one who teaches her daughter to know that it's not the place of the woman to visit a man and cook eguisi soup, wash his clothes and clean his house...because his parents taught him to do all those things for himself and by himself.

The role of the woman is to visit her man and be treated like a VIP guest, sit, cross-legged and served a well prepared home made food by the man that claims to love her.

When the man visit's the woman, nobody expects him to go to the kitchen and cook what he will eat, why is it expected of a woman to visit a man and still cook what both of them will eat. Ludicrous!

If your man can't cook, teach him since his mother and father failed to, and if he is unwilling to learn, let him know that cooking is not installed in the vagina, but in the belly of whoever is  hungry.

Let him who has a penis nod.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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