When I was much younger, my mischievous and inquisitive mind conceived the legitimate, sacred act behind closed doors between mature, consenting adults (fathers and mothers) as the blissful connection of two hearts, exchange of deserved pleasure, an exciting emotional activity that is shared, the making of love between couples as an enjoyable, quiet, serene and pleasurable experience of showing affection. We often imagined it as a process where the wife- the receiver sleeps on the bed, whilst the husband, the giver, climbs unaided and unstimulated on the bed like a perfect gentleman, locates the proverbial pot of pleasure and soothingly, lovingly and graciously inserts his member and embark on a systemic sensual oscillation within the sacred primordial cavity whilst the receiver gets the signal of ecstatic pleasure.
Fast forward many years later, in recent times, it seems to appear sex has replaced love making and the act has been westernized, adulterated, mutilated, perverted and immorally elevated to the level of bizarre inconvenience like a hostile, unhealthy competition, nay, a fascinating psychic sporting activity with so much noise and extra ordinary performance expectedly to win one another like a world cup final or the Olympics. You hear tales of men going hard, fast and furious like demented horses and you begin to marvel and doubt their sanity. Some do competition to know how long they can last.
Viagras sell in Nigeria more than food. Alomo Kasapreko, that Ghana-manufactured sex stimulant and toxic mixture became more popular than Coca cola simply because the number of sick perverts quadrupled in Nigeria. Oh, how can I forget Baby oku? You want to kill the baby? Bomb dey ya head? You tie her down and make her scream like she is possessed with demons.....
Neighbours can't even sleep well again because Baba wolimot is cracking the earth open with his lousy wife. Ye, Yo, Ya, Ha, Hi, Ho, Hu, Huh, kontinew. Fatasi daadaa. Your soundtrack is like you are being hounded in your dream with a cutlass-clutching mad man, Yeeeeeeeh!!!!!!! O pa mi o, onta mi, o se mi lese, no worry, he go kee you. Dey there...
These herbal mixtures are now in attractive packages. Orijin onike is reigning and trending- you take toxic mixtures just because you want to be a horse in bed? What exactly do you want to prove? Preserving your ego? Who exactly do you want to impress? Trying to induce your sexual performance via Viagra and herbal mixture is sexual fraud! Obtaining by trick and false pretense! Using all forms of life-ending and Dick-whimperingpills to enhance your bedmatic performance is like taking a loan to provide excess meal, meat and drinks at your wedding- some people will still complain about not taking and getting anything! So, why bother? No single man can fully please a woman! She wants more! Drink a gallon of jedi and baby oku, a lady who will not be satisfied will not be satisfied! The one who will cheat will still cheat! And guess what? By the time these unpalatable mixtures take their ugly toll on your manhood and you can no longer perform owing to habitual loss of erection as orchestrated by the strange pills you have unfortunately introduced into your system in the ides of addiction, as your body has mastered the concoctions and can't function without them and even in spite of them, those women you live your life trying to show yourself an unsolicited superman and Baba Hero for, will leave you and get laid by other bedmatically competent guys who have swallowed weed and Jedi whilst you live!
It is pointless to want to kill yourself in a bid to satisfy or altogether impress a woman. Taking excessive Agbo jedi, ale, Opa eyin, afato, Owo mewa, powerhorse, bullet, waafeekulaleyi,somolese, ogidiga, sowokansi, burantashi, fire for fire, apanimawagun, donidoni, iladi, gungomoju and manpower in order to boost your sex drive is getting immediate gain and postponing tomorrow's pain! You will regret it, trust me. If your natural strength can't please your woman, flee- she is not your size! You have taken an engine far bigger than your capacity! It is not a must you drill a big engine, find your size! Shoes get size. Don't let Sikira kill you for your mother. Tell her to go and meet Kiiremi Onkondo- let your children reap you- Je kan jere e. Don't die on top when you can beat a retreat.
This piece is however not an excuse for you not to satisfy your wife o, don't go and do 'shuke shuke' and say Princewill wrote you shouldn't kill yourself in working your woman's ass up, you are on your own, other straying irresponsible guys will simply help you out. Anorknow nor dey that one.
My emphasis is on using drugs to achieve those unsustainable sexual performance. Eat unripe plantain for iron and traditional garden egg for vitality. Thank me later. By the way, it is nt how well you can smack a woman's snatch like a raven mad Osiwin parapara dat makes her love you, love is not sex.

FTC dedicated to all bed wrecking afonjas on nl Nt forgetting the 'small thing' crew

Fantastic article