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Woman, be thou Fuckable



Some people are so dry they no longer get wet. 

Society and life has beaten them so bad even if you throw them inside a river, they will still come out dry

They are so dead on the inside,  they can't give life...

That's why it doesn't matter how vibrant or active the situation is, as soon as you put then in charge or in control, it will stop growing and start dying

The Bible said Abraham did not consider the deadness of his body nor Sarah's womb

In the end,  Sarah gave birth to a bouncing baby boy

In other words, God gave them Isaac because they still fucked!

Their age did not overwhelm them! 

But our mothers today, from 40 their sex life is already dead and Non-existent 

I laugh when people make references to our great grand mothers and grand mothers who married and stayed married despite it all

They compare the rate of divorce today and somehow believe our grand mothers know some trick or secrets today's woman doesn't know

They somehow assume because our grand mothers and mothers stayed married to their husband's, they were happy

The truth is,  today's woman found the key to happiness, our mothers didn't even bother searching

The key is self-love and true awareness 

You want to compare a time when women were nothing but commodities and once bought by the man, had no say over their existence? 

They live for the man, to bear children like rabbits and manage the home like the help!

Our grand mothers and great great mothers stayed married because they had no choice!

They were dead inside even before they died

Today, the average Nigerian woman once she clocks 50, or even before she gets to 50 she is already dead from years of marital abuse and suffering

Tying their life to one macho average man, and when he dies they are still not free because they die again with him

They don't even get wet again, sex for them is incomprehensible!

No life, no love

When the man dies,  they begin living for the next man, their sons, tormenting his young wife

Check out their counterparts in other developed societies

These white women are still balling,  falling in love, dating  and even getting married in their 60's, and 70's because they are still alive. 

A 70 years old white woman is still fucking with a 30 years old strong black man, because she is still alive!!!

Old age is not synonymous with death or deadness

But our women are so beaten by Patraichy, misogyny, religion, life and tradition, they die before they die!

Woman, live, love and be fuckable!!!

Woman, be thou fuckable even in thine old age

Life does not end when you get married and you don't die when you grow old. 

Be thou fuckable!

Let's share the grace 



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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