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HardMirror:
ok.

gensteejay:
Yes, there are physical laws. For people, well versed in philosophy, there are also spiritual (not religious) laws.

gensteejay:
If you believe your actions have no consequences, then I can't help you in your delusion. Or you feel there are no laws guiding the universe.

Even, Seun's Nairaland or Zuckerberg's Facebook — which are in a reality, microcosms of our universe's macrocosm — have rules guiding actions of members.

And a so-called logical thinker would feel an extremely complex system like this planet would exist without any laws, principles, governing it.

There will be chaos

budaatum:
Unfortunately, apart from things that can be empirically and objectively determined to be true or not, people do make truth up as they go along, and some go as far as claiming lies are truth.

OKOATA:
When I was young father would beat me like a goat, he would naked me and beat me and pour red pepper on my body for things that doesn't make sense. I remember the day our dog bite me my dad still beat me join. Make he con try am now na punch I go give am.

NwaAmaikpe:





This is true.
While growing up, I saw my father as an enemy.
It got so bad that I almost started bearing a grudge against the almighty for not making me a bastard.

As a dad, I know better.
God bless all the good dads out there who know when and how to terrorize their family to bring out the good in them.

budaatum:
That vaxx would agree with his own claim that truth is subjective.

LordReed:
There is no intrinsic value, the universe does not care. We are the ones who place things on a scale of value.

A fetus is a potential individual, it is human but it is not yet a person. It has not sense of identity nor is it conscious. Natural processes can induce the mother to spontaneously eject the fetus aka miscarriage without rhyme or reason.

tintingz:
Ok, the state of the carrier is irrelevant?

How is morality established?

You haven't demonstrate how you can tell a Muslim(who believes the sharia is the absolute morality) about killing homos, apostates, adulterers is murder.

budaatum:
No! Effeminity does not gender make. Semenya is not a man!!

hahn:
Lol. Mention me abeg

hahn:
You obviously didn't read the epistle. See you bringing beef from another topic into this one. No, just see you

tintingz:
Ok.


Ok, the right of an embryo or fetus is the same to that of an adult human?

Again the applications surrounding murder differs in societies.

tintingz:
Your claim a fetus is alive.

so why do you think a no brain embryo or fetus should be given right to life over the carrier's rights?

And it's the brain, conscious that actually make a human a living human being.

frank317:
Can u pls share the video link? It will be interesting to watch

tintingz:
I guess Social myth is part of us.

Ask Michael Jackson.

orisa37:
What about those who change two to four times? No gender but full of sex, are they not nuisance?

budaatum:
And according to some, you can be a man or a woman and identify as a woman or man respectively. And even after you take their clothes off, you might not be able to say otherwise.

budaatum:
69-year-old man demands to have age legally reduced to 49 - so he can DATE

vaxx:
This is a burning issue in my part of the world . Some groups of Lgbt advocate are saying germany needs a drastic overhaul of gender laws after a transgender woman has been told she wanted to be legally recognised as her child's father.

budaatum:
Considering, I would have thought you'd agree.

budaatum:
Despite trying for years to resolve the sex/ gender issue, I have resolved for me that sex is sex, and masculine and feminine is gender.

vaxx:
because by definition, intersex is not a disorder. A ‘disorder’ being medically defined as something incompatible with a normal, healthy life. Virtual every form of intersex has no impact on an individual’s ability to lead a healthy, long life.

Does extra toe has a negative impact?

intersex medically, it will be welcome, layman understanding it will be rejected. Germany has intersex as the third option on their birth certificate

i meant to say psychologically.

Ironically that's true just not the way you mean it. We have this things being male and female which is genetic and being a man or woman boy or girl which was psychological. Historically the two were completed for a purpose of misogyny and control of both females and women but relationship at all is at base pure discrimination

Depends on how you look at it.

Biologically speaking a man can never be a woman or vice versa. Even after transitioning as i said earlier, it is still, right now, not possible to do a full conversion from male to female or vice versa. Simply not possible yet.

In the social construct then yes, a biological male can have the social gender of a female. Or be fluid, or otherwise.

Martinez19:
Don't mind them. Emotions before reasoning. This stupidity is just a tip of the iceberg. Research about the SJWs and their take on race,culture and gender(not forgetting gender studies and gender pronouns); feminazi; antifa; liberals etc. you will see how stupid the human mind can be.

I guess I am six years old because I identify as a six year old.

CAPSLOCKED:
FATHER IS NOT THE ENEMY.

"ATTEMPT AND FAIL IN TRYING TO CHANGE MY ALREADY MADE UP MIND"

tintingz:
Showing what? You haven't present any references to your claims.

You just said a human need to be conscious to be term "alive". Lol.

The father plays the role of the enemy to his children, perhaps uneasy for the world he has plunged them into, perhaps paranoid that they may be too innocent for the world. A hero playing the role of a villain donning the garb in every way.

He is mean and unemotional, reaching for the cane more often than not, he is the figure we all wanted to hate and hated to love but love, we still did.

That face that rarely laughed at your silly plays, haunting your every step as you jump through the fence for old man jerkin's oranges. That barking voice you dreaded as you rushed off with your peers to steal some wheels from the local beefry.

I grew up with the enemy, often questioned God for allowing me to be subjected to a life of such limited freedom. You must be either very stupid or very brave to stay outside after 6pm when papa was around and one thing is assured, you would be cured of any immediately after.

Why are they ever so different?
Why can’t Papa be like Mama?

Mama never hesitated to give me my favorite sweets, any reluctance can be melted by my sulking face beaming with misty eyes threatening to flow.

I never got a sweet from papa by asking for it, he always gave it to me when he wanted and that was rare. Any request for sweet would be met with a barrage of questions that always made me regret my request.

“Why do you need sweets?”
“Do you know sweets could make your teeth go bad?”
“Don’t you want to have strong teeth?”
“By the way, are your home works done?”
“If Okonkwo has 8 sweets and you give him 15 more, how many will he have?”

Jesus, old man! I asked for sweets not some mathematics exam.

That is the face of the enemy. Our jubilation that Papa is home in the evenings always tainted by the realization that we all had to thread with caution, no wrong movement.

“Papa welcome” We’d greet
“Goodbye Freedom, see you tomorrow when he goes off again” We’d tell our wonderful friend.

My childhood is marred by the flashes of NTA news broadcasters at 9pm, Aisha bello, Kylian Umayo and many others. I never asked for this, what is my business with Obasanjo’s policies? why exactly do I have to sit and watch?
Ok, Obasanjo won the elections, how does this concern me?

But I had no choice, running off by 9pm was more prohibited than crossing the border from Norther Korea to South.

Do I remember the countless midnight movie sessions cut short by a casual name call? Vividly.

Do I remember that subtle joy I nursed watching him get ready for a long journey? How could I forget the moments I relished most, the only times I could run and play till I had my fill, the evening news was not for me, I don’t have to be mindful of my voice as I yelled carelessly in the night.

Mama would give you a loving look full of smiles, admiration and understanding of your childish antics.

Why can’t the enemy be like Mama?

While mama would recoil at the thought of our teacher lashing out strokes of the cane on my back, Papa would ask what I did to deserve it and to him most of the times, I deserved them.

Mama would hug my sad body, wipe my tears and remind me how taking the 4th position in the class exam do not matter, I am not the wrong one, the teacher is wrong.

Papa would ask whether the other students that took the top 3 positions had extra heads. The teacher is not wrong, you are. He would negotiate a reward if I topped the class the next term.

Mama would rush to my protection as soon as she heard me cry; Chinedu has punched me in the face again. He was a peer, not older probably a little less.

“Why would he punch my baby?” Mama would curse, as she got ready to confront Mama Chinedu “Look at what your son has done to mine, my precious boy”

Papa would rather cast a disapproving look at me while I sulked and sniffed in mucus running freely as i cried.

“Don’t be that person son, don’t be that person that runs and cries when faced with a challenge, he is your peer, punch him back, don’t come crying to me” He’d say.

That was cruel and insensitive, why can’t he just be like Mama?

Mama can curse the rain for beating her son, the pains of the syringe is the doctor’s fault, my broken toe from a football match showed my peers played rougher and they were wrong for it.
You don’t want to eat Okro soup? Then don’t. I will make indomie for you or your favorite Oha soup.

What would papa do? I dare not complain about the slimy look of the okro soup; “If you won’t eat that, then prepare to go hungry or go get your own money”

Why does Papa hate me so much?
It is a simple answer, he is the enemy.

“My son will not go to that school, it is far and near a busy road” Mama complained as the posting of my Common Entrance Examination came out.

“Stop that woman, he’ll go, he will learn to cross the road like his peers, they are all not dead yet”

I want another school, my crush Ogochukwu was there, a private secondary school that never flogged or punished students, but mainly because my Ogo was there.

“I have been bullied in school”

Mama would flare up and protest “come and take me to that school to see the monster”

And Papa? “Stand up son, punch him in the face”

“I am leaving home” I remember the night I announced this to them.

His face lit up in pride, he cast an approving smile and offered his hand for a handshake. “My son, life out there is not easy but you can do it, I know my boy and never forget your mother and I are here for you anytime” that was the first handshake I ever got from him, a recognition or perhaps initiation into manhood, that handshake means more to me than the endless handshakes I get every day of my life perhaps that is why I never forgot

Mama’s eyes turned misty, sparkling under the light of the kerosene lantern flickering on the table. The sadness in her face were shouty, the look in her eyes yelled “don’t go my son, that is a scary world out there, who would protect my little chick when I am not there?”

The genuine care and kindness in Mama’s voice could never be missed.

And now, I am at my table tapping at the buttons of a computer writing this down. There is no purpose to any essay unless there is a conclusion, a lesson to be learnt.

When I think about Papa now, I imagine a superhero that I have always mistaken for a villain.

Mama certainly was my first love, Papa was my first hero.

They both loved me endlessly in different ways. Neither love was greater than the other.

While mama tried to show me the world as it should be, Papa tried to show it to me as it is.

The kind, sweet and gentle love of Mama and the strict tough love of Papa provided the balance I needed to live through this world. The world is tough and scary, needs the strong and relentless mind but there is always room for love and kindness.

Now I know, the enemy sometimes can be our greatest ally and the hero you have may take up the role of the villain as part of being a hero.

Who is the enemy?

Father is.

vaxx:
not true, most forms of intersex do not cause any disabilities, deformities or similar malfunctions, The overwhelming majority of intersex individuals grow up and live their lives without any medical issues..

Not true either.

Genetically they will always be who they were born with. Psychologically they may not. Which is the point of discussion.here.

LordReed:
As a social and cultural construct, all it would take was to appropriate the respective social and cultural symbols. We even say it to people all the time "why are you doing like a woman/man?".

vaxx:
that’s not actually true. Some people have genetic, hormonal and physical features typical of both male and female at the same time, so their biological sex isn’t clearly male or female. This is called ‘intersex’.

Surgery and hormones and clothing choices and are all ways to help the outside match the inside.

Also provisional. Till the mystery reveal itself.