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When the average Nigerian Christian woman can't find love in her marriage, she channels all her energy and passion to the church

As her husband becomes more unfaithful, unbearable, unattractive and unlovable...

Jesus becomes more attractive and sexy

Soon, Jesus becomes the man of God on the pulpit since that's the one she can see, touch and hear from a place of pain and brokenness

Jesus soon starts taking advantage because he is not really Jesus, he is just a man like her husband, only difference is, he is a pastor

It's so easy for him to fuck her and her teenage daughters and quiet then with Krest

Even when he's caught, he doesn't need a lawyer to defend him

His Congregation will

They will defend their Jesus

They too are poor, broken and brainwashed

The average Christian woman doesn't love God as she thinks

She is just starved of love and attention from her husband

So she is at ease in the house of God... while his servant eats of the fat from her thighs

And suck the sweeteness from her bosom

It's his reward after all

She is the sacrifice and he is the priest

Until you stop being a sacrificial lamb

Pastor's and prophets will keep eating you in the name of God

This is 2020 and we are still on this narrative, when will we evolve?

May we not keep celebrating Happy women's day with unhappy women



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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