All our lives we were lied to.
We were told we are our grandfather's reincarnation.
Agu...they called us!
Lion... Meanwhile, all we wanted was to be Votron, Power Rangers, or Tom and Jerry!
We were told we were our father's father come back to life.
We were told even as babies to look after our older sisters.
''You are the man of the house now'' our mothers will say beating their breasts with pride...but at 10, what did we know about manhood?
What did we know?
Nobody told us we were kids.
Kids who needed guidance and training.
Kids who needed to be taught and disciplined.
We were saddled with adult responsibilities.
We were crowned kings when we needed to be kids.
We were given titles when all we needed were toys.
We were told boys will be boys, ''it's a man's world'' our father's will say with a smile and a grin when we ran out of the house after lunch to go and play football instead of washing our dirty plates.
Leaving our dirt for our sisters.
Training our sisters in the art of domestic chores and people management.
We were empowering our sisters with people skills and hands-on learning, with us as the practical.
When they went to market to negotiate, they learnt marketing and negotiation skills, while we jumped from one tree to another, learning how to jump from one woman to the next.
When they reported us for insulting them or disobeying their order, we were teaching them reporting skills, how to write reports and handle difficult situations...while we were just being rebellious.
The irony was our mother's empowered us and our father's encouraged us.
They said virginity was for girls.
Real men lost theirs early enough.
In fact the only time virginity meant something is when we were ready to marry and settle down.
Our mother's fought hard to ensure our sisters kept theirs.
Our father's fought hard to make sure we lost ours.
Our mothers protected and gave excuses for us when the victims of our sexcapades came knocking.
It didn't concern her if her daughter wasn't the victim.
''Boys will boys''...my dad will say proudly.
''He reminds me of me''...he will joke with his fellow men in the palmwine joint.
So we were allowed to be irresponsible and useless.
Then look for an innocent, naive village good girl to babysit us when we are older.
To play the role our mother's and father's failed woefully.
We don't need to learn how to cook.
Our hunger is different from the hunger of the woman.
We don't need to wash our clothes ourselves.
That's what the woman is for...that's why her hands are made soft, to wash hard.
The penis was a symbol of royalty.
If you were born with one, society crowned you alpha and omega of the other gender.
The penis, not the human brain and spirit determined our destiny.
We were born bright if we were born boys.
We were made to believe that at the show of the penis, we can conquer any woman.
Virtue they said, was found in the tip of the cock...no matter the size.
Big or small, long or short, white or black, ownership of the penis was the beginning of stardom.
So we discarded our brains and preferred our cocks.
Thinking from, through and with it!
We even closed our two eyes, preferring to see from the one eyed cock hidden in our briefs.
They told us that a hardworking penis is the symbol of virility.
And virility is the reward for virtue.
A virtuous woman ends up with a virile man.
We were the reward for a virtuous woman.
The crown of their glory.
We learnt from our fathers.
They married two and three wives beside our mother's.
We didn't care they died young or earlier than their wives.
We didn't mind the poverty and lack we faced.
Or the hostility and competition.
We didn't learn quick enough.
Until our sisters grew and knew.
They realized the power they wielded.
They understand the buttocks is ten times worth more than the penis.
They understood the penis will always bow to the breasts.
No matter how hard the penis is, it cannot out-hard the nipple.
They became aware that they can be kings too and even better ones without having a penis.
A woman can be both a Queen and a King, but a man can only be King.
A woman can be a president and first lady, but a man can only be president.
They used their head and their brains and the experience we gave them while growing up.
Now they own us.
The woman realized she doesn't need a penis to be a better man.
Ask the single mothers.
She knew all she needed was a free spirit.
One not tied to the tip of a penis.
The woman knew she could and would be a better man
So she did.
No matter how hard the penis is, it must fall after wrestling with the pussy.
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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