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The vagina is not a symbol of weakness...it is a symbol of power and beauty!

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The vagina is not a symbol of weakness

Every underdeveloped country has one thing in common

The vagina is usually at a disadvantage

The vagina is most often synonymous with oppression in underdeveloped countries

A country where the male dominate, yet it is still decayed and underdeveloped, proves one thing

The manhood is dead weight

The ruins of a state which thrives on the supremacy of the manhood, is a proof that the manhood is barren

Until Africans and Nigerians stop treating the vagina as disadvantaged

The world will continually regard them as the anus of the world

The manhood has been tried and tested, yet failed!

The vagina is being oppressed on the go...

It only leaves one part

The anus

Which is what Nigeria is regarded and categorized as now.

Countries where the vaginas are usually the most oppressed

Usually end up as the bitches of the cosmic

The rest of the world keeps fucking them from the anus

The vagina is not a symbol of weakness but power and beauty

Free the vagina

Release the people



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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