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Children are a blessing from God, but you see the ones from these poor miscreants, they are a curse and punishment from the devil.

The culture of swallowing every dish your parents and so called elders dish without coughing, for fear of being branded rebellious and disrespectful, has done more harm than good to the psyche and intelligence of the average Nigerian youth.

This is why they grow up afraid and unable to question their leaders, pastors, politicians and even their husbands.

The average Nigerian child is branded bad and untrained when he questions the archaic, vile, obnoxious and outdated belief system their parents hold and force down their throats.

Until we start raising our kids, not with fear and an iron fist, but with love and imperfection, to see us and love us despite our errors, we will keep raising robots and zombies who will in turn grow up and kill us.

We are so concerned with appearing perfect for our kids, it messes everyone up.

If you are perfect, you won't have five kids in a face me I slap you yard

If you are perfect, your kids won't hawk to support your lazy ass

If you are perfect, two of your kids won't be househelps in someone else's home

If you are perfect, you won't have kids left unattended and untrained, who will grow up and join the one million boys gang or some other useless gang terrorizing neighborhoods

If you are perfect, you won't need to even worry about raising perfect kids, they were born in perfection, they will automatically grow up perfect.

But you are not, let your kids see your imperfections and understand that it is okay to be flawed. 

Don't beat them blue and black because they made mistakes, or played with their friends when you have an executive order for them to stay locked up and isolated

You can't lock a child up 24/7 without providing an alternative play system for them...you have been locked up for two weeks,  yet you want to tear out your hair 

How far? 

You see how hard it is for an adult to be restricted from going out, as old, wise and disciplined as you are, you still flaunt the Govt order to stay at home

Imagine a child, whose sole life is eat, sleep, play and repeat.

Every parent is responsible for their child, don't bring them into this world if you don't have the means and resources to cater for them.

The robberies being carried out today in the face of the lockdown would have been prevented only if one parent refused to fuck until they can afford to eat...

The rapists, agberos, political thugs, cultists and robbers would be minimal only if the poor refused to fuck like ducks and dogs and instead use condom or channel the same energy towards making money. 

The evil we face today, we created yesterday.

After watching the video of the arraigned robbers, all teenagers and youths, more than 150, I wept.

These so called one million boys fall within the age bracket of 13 - 21....Where are their parents? 

Where are their parents oooo???

No wonder the old and decayed are still ruling us, the beautiful ones indeed are not yet born. 

It's a sad sad world we are living in indeed and the truth is, nobody is coming to save us.

Before you allow papa Ejiro to fuck you raw, ask yourself....who will feed the kids when they come, because the most fertile species is the poor... Then maybe grow a conscience

Baba Ola you too, pity yourself, use condom or wait till you can afford wedding before you do by force marriage.

Fuck responsibly. 

Children are a blessing from God, but you see poor children, they are a curse and punishment from the devil. 


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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