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Don't Raise Husband Materials

It shocks me sometimes the way married women think that just because they are married, they are bestowed with some superpowers all single ladies are dying to have

You see them giving advise to young single ladies like, don't worry you will find the right man

Don't talk too loud, don't complain too much, stop chasing every man,  don't be too hard, learn how to cook his native soup, learn now to speak his language...

Be kind to his family, cook for his friends, wash for his younger brother and sister, lower your standards... Bla bla bla

Somehow they just feel every single lady's dream is to be married like them

You got married, congrats

But why do you think you are happier and more successful than spinsters

90 out of 100 married women are unhappy

Half or more are not faithful in their marriages

The other half are not in love with their husbands anymore

Why on earth will someone envy that?

I'm not saying it's a bad thing to be married, but don't wish others marriage like it's Christmas or birthday

Mind your marriage and let others live in peace

The worst is when you start cutting off all your spinster friends

Suddenly you feel like they are trying to seduce your husband

Or take him away from you

And if you see the husband eh

Sometimes it's one with the neck of a lizard and body of a cockroach

This is the one someone is trying to steal

A piece of average!

Suddenly all the conversations turn to my husband this, my husband that, my husband said, my husband did not say...

Las Las you will go home to the husband, and he is Mike Tyson

Instead of rubbing it on the faces of the single by choice ladies, yapping about how marriage is sweet, how you have to rush home to cook eguisi and vegetable soup for your king

Why don't you just have a good time and talk like a woman with a purpose

A woman with her own substance

An independent yet married woman with her own goals and ambition

Not just her husband's material

Mothers, stop raising husband materials

Raise purpose driven, smart and ambitious women

Raise girls not wives

Raise women not mothers

Raise Queens not housewives, whose sole goal and purpose isn't marriage but the good life and it doesn't come attached to a man.

Learn to have conversations that somehow isn't around endorsing or worshipping the male gender

Have discussions that promotes the woman as a goal getter and a successful career woman.

Have conversations about endorsing your own success not just your husband's success

Don't just rush home to cook eguisi
Rush out to win that contract and score that business

Don't raise husband materials

Don't be one either



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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