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Just came across a story about a woman who claimed to have used her menstrual blood to prepare food for her husband so he would stay faithful...

Well according to her it worked.

This man is not Dangote, Otedola, Mark or Adeleke.

Just a simple ordinary Nigerian man.

Yet this woman, this Nigerian, this averageness would commit a sin no different from ritual just to keep a man that does not want to be kept.

She would bathe naked and allow her sexy, beautiful body romanced and abused by an ugly spiritualist just so Ken or Iyke will stop cheating on her and love only her!!!

This woman, who claimed to be a Queen, an Amazon, a princess would be reduced to a goat just to keep the same man you all claimed are dogs.

Men are dogs ABI.

But you will feed this dog your blood so he will only bark for you.

You will turn to a goat just so a dog can stay loyal to you and lick only your ass all in the name of loyalty.

Define loyalty.

One man, one woman.

I cannot can.

The evil here is not the cheater, it is the woman who will sleep with a pastor, insert charm in her vagina, mix menstrual blood with pepper and garlic and cook jollof rice just so uncle dog can stay Faithful.

You are the real evil not the man.

He might be a dog but that's his only crime.

You are a goat, rat and then a demon.

When are we going to realize that infidelity is not the worst sin.

Sometimes even ignorance and foolishness is worse than cheating.

Some people are not made to be monogamous.

They don't owe you fidelity or loyalty, they only promised love, you believed loyalty because you fell in love.

Trust me this is not a case for cheaters. If you see it that way, you are blind.

People come, people go, life continues.

Soja come, soja go, barrack remain abi.

If the man doesn't want to stay, let him go...stop poisoning him.

Is he that good in bed that you can't leave him for cheating and abusing you?

Is he so rich you can't survive without him?

Are you a goat and is he your yam?

Am I missing something?

A man cheats...so...

Women cheat too...

Yet I have never seen a man piss inside food to stop his woman from cheating or mix her shawarma with sperm.

But you will hear of women inserting vagina hair, menstrual blood and even their poo just to keep average.

Average okada riding misogynist.

You haven't gotten a job or a degree.

You don't have a car.

You still squat with your roommate from the University.

You lack good roads, no electricity in your house for weeks now.

You can't even afford a generator set.

Instead of you to use your witchcraft to be successful, you waste valuable and resourceful witchcraft to trap a piece of penis.

For a slice of cock you will sell your soul to the devil.

You can do more with your life, you can be more but you choose to slay a dragon, not to win the crown but to kiss a fly.

A dear friend was narrating a story to me.

Her younger sister's friend was having a party to celebrate her Muslim graduation or something like that.

Apparently she can now read Arabic so they threw a party and she invited her BOYFRIEND and others.

There was a certain young man who was also present, uncle just got back from Saudi Arabia and was visiting, so he was related to a guest and decided to attend the party.

By the end of the day, uncle had gotten the celebrant's phone number under the nose of her boyfriend.

Six months later, she travelled to Saudi Arabia to meet with him, breaking up with her Nigerian boyfriend.

Now five years later, she is back to Nigeria with four children.

The gist is this, she can't go back because she is suffering like a beggar. Hunger wan kill am.

The husband is as poor as a church rat even though he is a Muslim.

And get this... according to her family, the man promised to send her to school when she gets there, a promise he didn't fulfill in five years.

Now the man's family, in their defense claim the girls family said her result was good, but her result wasn't good at all, it was worse than Buhari's fictitious own.

They claimed she failed woefully and couldn't get into school with it and instead went there and got pregnant the very first year.

So now aunty is back with four children to a country she left five years ago to follow a man she assumed is rich because he is living in the abroad and escape poverty.

She probably washed vagina hair maybe, and cooked so he will carry her to the abroad, breaking up with her boyfriend in the process.

Get this, the Nigerian boyfriend she left behind...

No he is not rich now, he is still poor and wretched.

This is not a fairy tale, he is still poor, broke, wretched and still living in his parents house but yeah, they are seen mingling and taking long treks around the neighborhood.

Poor people!!!

I ask, what good is this love?

This love that doesn't cost a dime.

This is the love you fight, sacrifice and die for.

A love that is...even more worthless than GLO data.

If you need love so badly, love yourself and push yourself to be better.

Wake up and rise up from the narrative of marriage as the ultimate success and ambition of every woman.

Oh, my daughters...I would teach my daughters that a man is not the key to any fucking door.

I will teach them to know that they don't need a man to access any goal or dream.

I will teach them to dream bigger and harder than an erection.

I will show them that they don't need to be sleeping beauty, waiting for prince charming to kiss and wake them up.

No, they are not Cinderella, they don'tt need a prince to marry them and Queen them.

They are the mother dragons, breaker of chains, protector of the seven kingdoms.

They are Daenerys Targaryen and Cersei Lannister.

Ruler of worlds and men!!!

They don't need to wash their vagina to keep a man.

Then I will teach my son's to be men worth waiting for.

Men not idols to be worshipped and lazy to even cook their own meal or do their laundry.

Men not prizes but Targets.

Prizes don't work, they just sit and are claimed, but Targets, Targets work hard to be worthy of the claim.

I will teach my son's to know they are men, not prizes or goals women must aspire to.

You are who you set yourself to be.

Not who religion, society and tradition say you are.

Repent from foolishness, it's time to leave the old for the old and create a new narrative.

Let's rewrite history one victory a time.




Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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