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Don't Die Because You Said ''I Do''

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Better be single and live in peace.

Than married and be a warrior.

Or a dead soldier.

I read the story of an okada driver with 8 children.

Count after me...

1,2,3,4,5,6,7 and 8

The wife was still breastfeeding the 8th when one night, out of fatigue and exhaustion, she refused to breastfeed the baby from her tired, over worked and over fed breasts.

The nipples must have hurt from feeding 8 lips plus one adult mouth for years.

Innocent baby, who didn't know anything but hunger and sleep, was crying profusely and as she walked out from poverty, regret, suffering and exhaustion, baba husband, dragged her back, the mother of his 8 children, the only woman who agreed to marry a simple, ordinary, poor, wretched man with an active penis, he dragged her back despite her pleas and complains that she was tired, he couldn't hold the baby for one minute and pet the child, he needed to sleep because he had been driving his okada all day to provide for his larger than life family as a man, and so uncle dragged her back and gave her a sound fatal slap that killed her immediately.

The slap didn't kill her, poverty did.

Aunty died, uncle was arrested... Who do you think will suffer... Your guess is as good as mine.

Most marriages are battle fields.

You go in a civilian.

And after a few years, you become a seasoned warrior.

Some make it out alive, veterans.

Others die in the battle field, collateral.

One thing you must all know is this...wives, like soldiers are expendable.

If a soldier dies today, the war doesn't end...another takes his place.

In marriages, once the wife dies, another takes her place.

In war, you can die from a bullet wound, grenade explosion or knife stab...the list is endless.

In marriage, it could be from physical abuse, emotional abuse or even sexual/psychological abuse...

You go in sane and whole

You crawl out insane and finished

Because of Preeq.

On and on it goes.

One thing is certain, something must kill a woman in a bad marriage.

Don't marry a mistake.

Shine your eyes before you open your legs.

Not everything that does to the altar comes out alive and pure.

Animals were sacrificed in the altar, don't forget.

Don't marry instead.

Marriage is not a passport to eternal bliss.

Or the only means to nocturnal bliss.

Life is.

It takes the living to enjoy marriage.

It takes self-love to enjoy sex.

It takes strength to enjoy kids.

These benefits are not for everyone.

Don't die because you said, ''I do!''


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