₦airaland Forum

Mustay:

Is there no front camera on that phone

Mustay:
You can't help but notice how reference is still paid to 'P Square'. I dislike bloggers because they lack depth in their reportage; they just want the click bait and pictures. I don't know what was discussed but since this Ooni keeps doing reconciliation, I hope he talked sense into these guys to come back together. They will keep being defunct until they come back.

LuciferTasbih:
Don Jazzy, Wizkid, Teebillz & co suck Tiwa's boobs.
Don Jazzy, Wizkid, Teebillz & co proceed to a club & sip liquor out of a disposable cup.
The disposable cup is trashed & recycled into plastic.
The plastic is converted into cups, bottles etc.
The plastic bottle makes its way to a Pepsi bottling factory.
The Pepsi is bottled and distributed nationwide.
I buy a bottle of N100 Pepsi in Iya Rokiba's shop.
I put the bottle to my lips and suckle it till I empty its entire contents.

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This means I have sucked Tiwa Savage's boobs too.

Tiwa Savage is cheap.





*spits

Born on the first Sunday in the month of June 1981 in Nigeria. My parents, just like an average citizen could manage to afford a Government maternity hospital in Lagos Island, many of you born during this time know the hospital I am talking about.
I was the second child of my parents. On the day of my delivery at the maternity home, there were many child births but the staff on duty were not enough to give all the assistance needed to the new mothers and especially their babies. Due to lack of space, human resources and time, female babies were only allowed to stay in the hospitals longer than male counterparts. Some 2 years later, although I was still a child, my little sister arrived and my mother’s friend too had a baby girl. We all grew together.

In the primary school the three of us attended, their toilets were better and neater. The two girls always had a rain coat when it was raining and I often was without one. During play, if the girls cried, I was always held responsible for it and beaten to calm them. I guess they learned how to cry a lot from this obvious over-pampering and I was always punished each time they yelled for any reason whatsoever. There was a day I decided to cry over an obvious cheating from my sister, that day I got tired of crying because my parents never knew I was crying until I slept off. I was very pained and developed some hatred for my sister. I had asked my parents on two different occasions if I was their child too like my sister.

At secondary school, our parents always ensured the girl had almost all they asked but not me. They always said ‘they were trying to prevent her from having boyfriends early’.

At the university, my parents’ love for her knew no bounds as they always visited her at school with plenty of ‘provision’ groceries and extra new dresses. There are several occasions when my parents came to school (university of Lagos) and never bordered to see me. When I challenged them, they casually responded ‘you a man and besides, she is your sister’. My sister always had more money than me and lived a better live than me. My pains grew and overwhelmed me. I always borrowed money from her to make up for my feeding. She was very nice and helpful.

Today, I am 36 married, at some point in our Branch, my married boss is a woman and she is my sister (2 different surnames). There were rumors she dated the boss to earn the position but I don’t believe it. She is married to a richer guy and continued in the affluence lifestyle. At family meetings, I was expected to give more, do more and she always insisted that she is only a wife and that her husband should be the one to pay her contribution in the family. There was a time she said, she was no longer a member of the family, she only borrowed the surname while growing up and she now have a new surname.

Now, our parents no longer have source of income and the whole family (extended family also) have insisted that I take responsibility for their feeding and upkeep as a MALE child. In my own home as a husband and father, I am also responsible for my wife and children and in-laws. School fees, rent, clothing, estate issues, car issues, PHCN, phone, gadgets, birthdays, anniversary, holidays (Valentine, Christmas, Easter, Children's’ day, mothers’ day and even fathers’ day. EVERYTHING IS ME.

Recently, women have been empowered, so my food dozes have reduced and so is sex. We eat out more often. Sex is rationed as I can’t ask whenever she is tired. Even the s*x, I am DIRECTLY responsible for it (if I don’t ask, no s*x), (If I don pamper, no sex) (during s*x, I am supposed to be a man and do ALL THE WORK while she lies down). If anything goes wrong in the family, my pastor and elders says I am the head, I should fix it, her friends tell her to leave me if she doesn’t get enough care, my friends rarely help (maybe they have similar issues too). I can’t cry, I have been emotionally molested as a MALE CHILD since birth, therefore I can’t express my feelings anymore, no one cares really.

I recently lost my job, and decided to use my car for taxi in Lagos. I realized that most riders are ladies and 40% of their fares are paid for by MEN. More ladies are with iPhones and other very expensive gadgets than the male counterparts. Many favors are readily available for ladies apparently from child birth. Many times, I come home late at night from the taxi job without meeting food at home, my wife always complained she was tired after watching Africa Magic and Zee World. I can’t complain!

My wife eventually left me and took the kids to my parents where I send money regularly for upkeep. BTW, my wife is my mother’s friend daughter, the same that was given birth to on the same day with my sister. My father health demands for more money and I am dying too. The ONLY things I was raised to work for as a man are S*X and ALCOHOL. I can’t remember what other benefits exists in this life. It appears we are here to suffer and slave for women.

Jobless ladies naturally trade their body for money, what can a man do other than other crimes? Prostitution is crime too, but the world seem to overlook it. The direct and indirect impact of prostitution on the society are: ritual killings, kidnapping, armed robbery, unstable marriages. All corrupt politicians, armed robbers and ritual killers spend 99.9% of their money on S*X and the rest on Alcohol. My parent worked to prevent my sister from early boyfriends and s*x (with boys to have money), what did they do to prevent me from male-oriented social vices?

A kidnapper was arrested recently, some are asking that the wife (or girlfriends) be spared. He pays for his crime alone… Who inherits the wealth of thieves? Who enjoys the wealth of greedy politicians? Who are the benefactors of yahoo yahoo and other forms of stealing? Many cases, mothers are aware of their children’s involvement in yahoo yahoo and other crimes but they encouraged it because of the MONEY they get from it. So also are girlfriends and wives. All of this continues, if a woman cries in the street, home or anywhere a man must be punished for it. Those days, a man’s consolation was free food and s*x (the only apparent GAIN of man on earth), but today all that have been taken away from marriages – with emancipation campaigns.

At old age, as a husband and father, the children naturally favor their mothers. Isn't it enough cruelty for a male child? What a life of a male child! May the Good Lord help couples and families understand their selves better