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Cooking and Laundry Duties Isn't Gender Specific


Wife materialness is not synonymous with marital sufferness

Your ability to cook all the African and intercontinental dishes or sweep and clean like a professional help does not make you wife material.

Stop measuring female virtue and substance with how much you can endure, and how hard you can work in your marriage

You are not the help, you are the partner!

Any man that cannot cook and clean up after himself is not marriageable

Any man that cannot take responsibility for his stomach duties till he is bellefull and clean up after himself is not marriage material 

It's time to stop the diabolical narratives that men are overgrown babies

Babies are babies and men are men

There are no grown babies, just grown men 

You cannot play mother when you signed up to be wife

You can only be wife to a husband, never mother because it is called husband and wife, not husband and mother

If you find out you are playing mother to your man, you are not, you are in the nonsense

In fact, you are not just speaking in the nonsense, you are married to and in the nonsense

We are all born with needs

As long as you have a stomach, you must know your way around the kitchen 

As long as you wear clothes, you must know how to wash your damn clothes yourself 

Cooking and laundry duties isn't gender specific 

Personal hygeine isn't gender specific too 

No gender should put their own needs above the other 

No gender should be solely responsible for catering to the needs of the other gender 

All gender for themselves 


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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