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Before You Fast and Prey, The Pray for a Mistake...Engage The Mind not Just the Penis!



I have grown to unlearn a lot of garbage I picked up while growing up in Nigeria, and worse of all, schooling in Nigeria.

Trust me if you are schooling in Nigeria or you finished here, you will know that the garbage in the classroom is bigger than the ones
in the waste bins.

I don't place the same values I place on career, achievements, and success, on marriage and family.

If you don't have money and no plans for kids, don't get married and raise a family.

It's that simple.

Over 7.5 billion people in the world, yet you want to reproduce and over populate the world with no family plan.

You must be a witch!

Ask yourself this,  what is even this family you want to kill yourself for?

All this women travelling to Shiloh, visiting one prophetess or babalawo and even marrying mistakes up and down, what is all the fuss about. Ogini sef?

My neighbors will beat their kids every day with a lot of fanfare while at it and ask them questions like, what are you even contributing to this family...I feed you, clothe you and pay your school fees, what are you bringing back to the table.

These kids are below 10, the eldest is 10. What can a fucking 10 year old child bring to the table except pure bliss????

So that's the family you fast and 'prey' then pray for???

What's the big deal about a man and a woman, living together in the house, having sex and giving birth to children, much more than they can train till they are old.

You can get kids in banks now, sperm banks.

You can get companionship on the street, even TV, Netflix can give you companionship... For a fee, and one that won't give you heartache or heartbreak.

Even teenagers can cook and even give you different styles to shame the devil, so what then is the frigging point?

Because society, religion, tradition and custom says so?

Tomorrow after all the fuss, the child grows up and becomes a yahoo boy, cultist or an armed robber, worse...a buhari!

So this is the thing you wanted to kill yourself so many years ago for?

Who says you can't be single and be happy?

Who says you can't be a single parent and still be happy?

Hello, who says you must be married and have a family to be happy?

Israel, God's own country is LGBT friendly.

So many lesbians and gays in God's own army fighting the good fight.

Homosexuals are allowed to have kids, all they need to do is find a willing participant to donate their sperm and give birth for them.

You go to the streets and see two men with their own biological kids.

So bottle your moral values and shove it up your ass.

They are more happy and living peacefully than you and papa Joseph who fight and traumatize your children every Goddamn day.

The two lesbian lovers are more happy and raising their biological child better, than your parents who fight everyday and force you and your siblings to attend church every Sunday only to come back to quarrel and fight... Which union is more toxic?

I'm not preaching immortality nor same sex marriage, I love pussy not ass.

All I'm saying is instead of being so judgemental and closed minded, be intelligent first.

Be happy any way you can!!!

If it works for you, that's the miracle you need.

In today's world, our moral currency is worth what the life of a human being is to a Fulani cow fucking gun wielding herdskiller. Nothing!!!

So instead of killing yourself cooking eguisi soup, washing all his clothes, fasting and preying(not praying) and giving him doggy style, engage him more than you fuck him.

Mental orgasm lasts longer and feels better than sexual orgasm.

If he doesn't give you that mental high, sister run!

Personally, Intelligence, IQ and an independent mind arouses me after boobs and ass has passed.

Engage the mind not just the scrotum.

Hold my gaze not just my erection.

We hold our values tighter than our happiness, but it's time we realize that the two can exist separately.

Your happiness isn't always tethered to your values, sometimes your values suffocates your happiness because your value isn't even yours.

It is family, society, poverty and religion's own value imposed on you from childbirth, not even yours.

You might not even have a frigging value. Lol

Just make money, real money or even travel out, and I bet you...the values you hold so dearly, will feel like vomit in your eyes when prosperity and the good life has opened your eyes.

Before you fast and prey, then pray for a mistake, engage the mind not just the penis.

One is hard for a short time, the other makes you harder for a lifetime!


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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