These beasts seem to be learning from Indians. What a pathetic case.

Solorrman:
so u that fvck ur sisters and ashawo mother's talks. It's not trending in ur region because it's even normal stop sleep with ur mother's and sisters in the name of being educated.

How did you escape from your cage?

MAN OF WAR Your eyes bulged out at mere sighting of two blown busty flesh and sometimes, tiny ones. Your conscience becomes dead and suddenly your man of war does the thinking and actions for you. Whatever to bring peace to the land, even if it means hurting the little one, the vulnerable, the naive and the ignorant. This territory must be conquered! So you become the nice uncle, ever cheerful, jovial and lovely. This territory must be conquered! Doubt's dissolved, trust is earned and plots...in incubation. This territory must be conquered! So, little Lucie becomes your favorite niece, Abby your bestie and Sophia your crush. This territory must be conquered! Opportunity...just a little opportunity, you would have it all hatched up. This territory must be conquered! And so, Mama leaves little Lucie with you to make a stop at the grocery. Suddenly your man of war gets suited up. This territory must be conquered! Anything to get the little girl's attention. Candy bars sure would come in handy. Little Lucie doesn't say no to those. She need to feel comfortable with big uncle. So, you took her to a nearby kiosk, gave her the option to choose any she likes even if it's a tone of it. This territory must be conquered! Hurriedly, you walk home with her. Your man of war is losing it already! Little Lucie is given a minute or two, to have a pleasant time with her candy bars and your evil eyes never ceased lurking every little part of Lucie's tender body. Bloody Pervert! "Lucie dear, wanna play with big uncle?" Oh, why would she say no. Girl loves to play! And so harmless play turns foul, leaving Lucie wondering what big uncle is doing. The touch is foreign, the play unusual and in your fullness you plunged deep into small Lucie. The writhing and tears, turns you on the more. Pedophile! A promise is made to get more candies if mummy is not told of this new play. Poor little Lucie. And so the play went on at every opportunity seen. Mum is glad little Lucie loves being left with big uncle. "Oh, he has his ways with kids", she tells hubby. Little Lucie, a conquered territory. And when the opportunity doesn't present itself, man of war does the thinking by creating opportunities. Your shoulder becomes a tissue paper for heartbroken Abby. "Anything for you Abby", "What are friends for?". Abby trusts, and her vulnerability is taken vantage of. "You don't have to do this!", she says, but in that moment, your conscience is deceased and your man of war is battle ready. Abby is conquered! Threat, your tool of defense and when Abby doesn't have jaw, she concedes and unto the next territory you trend. Father of Vitiation. Conqueror of the Vestal. Master at his expertise. "Oh, is it Emily the naive one? She's a conquered territory!" "Sophia doesn't live up to her name, she's conquered already!". And in your glory you stood after each war with bloodshot eyes. What a man you are and if any dares to rant, oh well thanks to the system, bail's always there to get you a free pass to such inhumane act. So downgraded, lowlife, killer of dreams, a wasted land...nothing else matters but your amorousness. You stand strong, you go about your daily activities, you see your victims everyday and flinch not even when the images of your escapades flashes back at you. You are so dead. Walking dead actually. If only you are allowed to have a taste of what it feels like to be taken against your will, if only you know the feeling of being ravished, if only you know the effects, you would be pleading to be maimed or mutilated! You leave these girls shattered, broken, vulnerable with the worst feeling ever...rejection. They become psychotic, self- destruct, timid, chaotic, grim, promiscuous, secretive, repulsive, amoral...and the list goes on with no stop. Some are the prostitutes you know, the lesbians, the "men- haters", the loners, the porn addicts. They couldn't seem to make lemonade when life's given them lemon. They resort to immorality to bring succor to self, despite personal dislike and dishonor. No vice eludes them. A simple scold sets their hearts racing and fear gripped when mistakenly hit. Everything scares them. Nothing and no man means good. Every relationship they find themselves in, must have strings attached and they can't seem to keep it together. Unstable as the waters. Yes, some pretend to be okay, some pretend to have moved on, but the damage done to their personality is not something a sheer pretense, social worker or a counsellor can just fix. Sure the personnels can play a role or two, but pure sanity can only be Divine. To bodies in charge of the Girl-child, the Women Affairs, I join my voice to that of the victims who's got nobody to talk or fight for them, I join my voice to those grieving for the damaged, to make a plea that something reasonable be done to these maniacs irrespective of who's involved -Father, husband, brother, nephew, uncle, cousin, governor, president, spokesman...let the law take its full cause. If only those caught in the act, those reported with evidence are maimed such that they know not erection again, no man would ever thought of conquering territories that's not relinquished.