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The woman is an offering

A woman can fail in life and still succeed at motherhood

Womanhood is a blessing 

Manhood is a challenge, a charge!!! 

Motherhood for most women is another way, a much easier route 

For men, the only way is the one they break their backs carving

A man will give a woman 

A woman will give a woman 

Nobody will give a man because he is expected to just have, and to give

He is not a man if he does not have

He is not a complete man if he does not have enough to give

A woman is sympathized with for not having

A man is disgusting for not having to give

Unconditional love is dependent on gender 

No man is loved unconditionally

Every man is loved under a condition, contribution!!! 

A woman is loved for just breathing 

A woman can drop out of school, out of her job, drop her ambitions, even quit trying just to be a mother 

Because motherhood will always have a place for her

Doesn't matter how old or how young she is

It will always accept her with open arms

But a man, you can be a father but fatherhood is nothing like motherhood 

Failure in fatherhood is unforgivable 

For women, failure in motherhood is patraichy! 

You have to create your own fatherhood 

Your fatherhood only counts for something when you are successful

Your place at the table is dependent on what you bring

A woman is already assured of a place at the table, most times beside the man 

The man's place on the table is on his ability to buy the table and sit at the head

If the woman is at the head, he has failed 

An unsuccessful father is a reject even to fatherhood

Men don't have the luxury of giving up or quitting

For us, it is do or die!!! 

We win or we die trying

Nobody will marry us broke, poor, dumb or average

Having a manhood and a pretty face is not enough 

Except someone poorer, more broke, more dumb or below average

But a woman can come from the poorest family and be as dumb as a snail, yet, she can marry a prince or a King

Ask Nollywood, they know what they are doing

A woman can be loved by just being a woman

A woman is loved for just being 

But a man must be loved for being something

A man's worth is measured by his contribution

A woman is a standard for just being a woman

The only person who can love a man for being nothing is his mother, only because she believes he will be something tomorrow

Take that out of the equation and even his own mother will reject him

From birth the man is already contributing 

The cheers and joy when a male child is born is because everyone is already projecting and expecting expectations

That's why nobody cares where he goes or when he comes back home

Just give him food so he won't die.

Not because we love him but because he needs to pay for his existence by being alive to contribute

The woman is watched, monitored shielded and protected because she is loved 

But the man is left on his own from birth... Left to either make it or die trying 

Nobody cares about the man, not his fellow men nor the woman who can't get something from him

As a man once you have nothing to offer, you are useless.

But the woman is an offering, she never has nothing to offer 

Even if all she has to offer is a face and an ass, men will take it.

The average woman is more substance then the average man

The average woman is even more substance than some excellent men

The average woman is a class of her own 

Kings will love and die for her

But the average man is useless, classless and unlovable. 



Let's have this conversation, it is time.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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