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Power of the Mic



Let's talk about the average Nigerian woman.

So I was having a conversation with a dear friend and she told me about a God fearing Nigerian woman and mother.

Aunty caught her husband cheating on her.

So she embarked on dry fasting and prayers for her adulterous husband.

So, why she was busy working hard spiritually, starving herself and losing weight out of hunger, uncle was eating very well and gaining energy to keep fucking outside their matrimonial bed.

One day, things got out of hand, he slapped her during a heated argument over his infidelity and she slapped him back, then went to report to her mother-in-law.

Grave sin, in fact an unforgivable one by uncle's standard.

Now uncle has gone wild, refusing to eat at home and get this... drop money for the upkeep of their children..his and hers o!!!

So he has stopped trying to cover his adulterous ways but instead flaunts it around and waves it high in the air like an international passport.

Get this!!!

Aunty is a full time housewife with no job and no skills.

Now, aunty has moved into church fully to commence a more intense and fire brand dry fasting and prayer session as advised by mother-in-law and pastor.

For years and even centuries, society have placed men as the trophy.

Women have been brainwashed to position themselves in a certain way to stand a chance in winning this trophy.

Physically, spiritually, mentally, academically, psychologically and every other way...women have been prepped to aim and aspire to the divine manhood!!!

To kneel and suck at the tip of patriarchy and misogyny.

You might not have a dream but you must have a dream man!

You mustn't pursue a dream but you must pursue and fight for your dream man!

For Years women have lost and continue to lose in the game of sexes.

Whenever she tries to fight back and climb out of this fools chain held by the male species.

Religion, tradition, culture, fear, age and family plays the submission card and quote the Scriptures.

Thou shall obey and submit to thine husband... Bla, bla, bla.

The divine patriarch castrates women and continues to rape her conscience and consciousness so long as he continues to dominate her imagination.

There's no technology that can change this narrative.

Only philosophy!!!

When the white man brought religion, it wasn't because black lives mattered then... It was submission, so black slaves can be controlled easily.

The same strategy is being deployed today.

The original language of the Hebrew contained no neuter.

What this means is, God was neither male nor female.

But because we live and lived in a patriarchal society, man positioned God in the bible as a 'HE'

Now 2000 years or more later, we still believe God is a 'He'

God is a spirit!

Neither he nor she.

God created man and woman in his image and likeness.

The woman was not a mistake.

Neither was she an afterthought.

God is the first and best master storyteller.

He was writing a story.

Eve's coming was a story scripted by God.

God cannot be a ''He'' get that, even though Jesus came as a man while on earth, the second he transfigured and transformed into a spirit, the ''He'ness was lost and left behind.

It is the human and woman mind that has formed this manly perception of God and so he must always favor and take the side of his kind... Hence the woman must submit to the man because 'He God' willed it.

Let us pray.

Father help us with knowledge, wisdom and understanding lest we perish.

The power is not just in the mind.

The power is in the mic...so, please loud it!



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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  1. I wish every woman will read this.. Especially the Nigerian woman. Theirs is a curse

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