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Feminism has nothing to to with Cheating. A cheat will cheat because he/she is a cheat. As per 50/50 housework, it depends on the kind of marriage you both agree to have and the roles you both agree to play. if its a 50/50 marriage then you do 50/50 housework and bring in 50/50 to the purse. or contract the housecleaning job out. oloyede252: |
How is Feminism Confusing? Its simply saying women should not be discriminated against based on their gender and equal opportunities for women. How can you be against that? donbenedict: |
Lol ![]() Nice sense of humour. So basically any guy that supports feminism is gay? Seriously? ![]() donbenedict: |
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"You are a feminist!" my colleague flung at me. I use the word "flung" because if you didn't know the meaning of the word "Feminism", the look on his face would have made you think it's a disease like Syphillis or something equally deadly. "Yes I am and I believe every man should promote Feminism" I replied "Seriously? You must be kidding, you had better move to the United States" he replied The truth is I really do believe that statement. Every man should be a feminist but first what really is Feminism? This is the question every person who claims to be a feminist should answer. It's also a question everyone who is against the so called "Feminists" should also answer. The truth is there so much controversy over who a feminist is. It's not only men who are confused even some women are confused too. This much I know about who a feminist is not: A feminist is not one who believes a woman is superior to a man. A feminist is not one who hates men. A feminist isn't one who doesn't recognize the difference in make up and roles of both genders in the society. A feminist just recognizes that difference doesn't indicate inferiority. So going back to the basics : What is Feminism? Feminism is the belief in the equality of men and women. Feminism is the belief that women deserve equal opportunities as men Feminism is the belief that no gender is superior to the other. Feminism is promotes being being judged and treated based on the competency, their skill or their qualification and not their gender. Based on this simple definition, am sure you now agree with me that every man should promote feminism. I mean we all know that while in school we had female classmates who were more or at least as intelligent as the males, we have female bosses as well, So basically we can agree the superiority isn't mentally. Men are not mentally superior to women, some studies even state the reverse. It's not spiritual either because before God there is neither male nor female. So, the major difference is in our anatomy, is any of the anatomies more important than the other? It's time we discard the outdated primitive belief that women are inferior by reason of their gender. Being against Feminism is saying that your sons are superior to your daughters irrespective of education, age, status just because they are male. It's saying your gate man is superior to your wife by just being a man as a matter of fact, it's saying that an uneducated male “agbero” (tout) is superior to a female deputy governor just by being male. If you are against Feminism then you shouldn't be paying the same school fees for your daughters as you do your sons. Doesn't make sense does it Most people confuse feminism in the society with the role of women within the marriage. A woman in a marriage (a Christian based marriage) should submit to her own husband (she is not even inferior to him), she is not required to submit to all men JUST HER HUSBAND. So, is Feminism relevant in Africa? A great part of our issues in Africa stem from the unharnessed potential of half of the population - the women. Imagine if women and men are functioning at their maximum potential! Relegation and subjugation of women can only be stopped if we address the underlying belief that men are superior to women based on their gender. We need men to promote this to other men and that is why I say every man should promote feminism. Do you agree with me? Do you support feminism? I would love to hear your view Culled from www.themusinglady.com
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Beautiful River ...but a river it is. ezeaguisforever: |
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Sincerely I thought I was the one who noticed this. Turn on Channels news everyday you will see him doing something or the other. The grey on his head has multiplied. If you live permanently on Nairaland,Facebook and twitter you may not observe this. May God continue to strenghten him |
Is this Sexualization of a Child?
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Thanks guys. Am glad you enjoyed it. |
Let's go o!" Simon screamed. He pressed the horn loudly thrice. "Can't you ever be on time?" He growled angrily. "I've been sitting in this car for over 10 minutes!" "We are coming o!" Deola shouted from inside the house. "Hurry up children, let's go, your dad is getting angry." Another loud blast of horn and Deola pushed the kids out of the house. Clutching her makeup bag in her hand, she rushed into the car. "Ma binu jo" she pleaded. Simon didn't reply as he swerved the car into reverse and zoomed out of the gates with great speed. "Buckle up your belts" Deola told her boys. She knew Simon would drive like the devil. Simon hated being late, he didn't understand how Deola hadn't gotten this fact since they've been married. He wasn't going to be late today. He knew Deola's emphasis on the boys buckling up their seat-belts was aimed more at him than the children. His driving was always a bone of contention. She always complained when he drove fast, as a matter of fact, whenever he drove, as if he had ever been in a real accident. Deola tightened her seat belt as she promised herself that she won't complain today. She was tired of always bickering in front of her kids; today, she will be mum. Simon flew over bumps, plunged into potholes but Deola kept her peace and applied her makeup whenever the road was smooth. She had told Simon that the number of scratches and near misses he had is indicative of the likelihood of a ghastly accident but she might as well have been talking to a wall. Simon swerved suddenly again, missing another car by a whisker. This was the 3rd narrow miss in less than 10 minutes. Deola bit her tongue. After a few minutes, they hit a traffic jam at the foot of the bridge. Simon pulled the brakes and rested his head back. The traffic seemed bad; he will be late after all. What a day! A few minutes later, the traffic moved and amazingly the road ahead was free. He wouldn't be late after all. Simon revved the car and soon was moving at a100km. Deola closed her eyes. Simon was determined not to be late. He pressed the accelerator and went up to 120km. All of a sudden, he saw the little girl in a yellow dress. She ran across the road. Deola screamed, "Simon!!!" Simon swerved, he didn't want to hit the girl. He saw the kerb too late. He tried to swerve back but he was going too fast. He ran into the kerb with Deola's side of the car. He heard the airbags inflate. The car flipped over and skidded to the other side of road. An oncoming vehicle ran into them, then another. Then another. The sound of heavy crashing metal rang in his head. The car spinned and spinned and hit the kerb again. Then it stopped. There were screams, shouts of Help! Jesus! But the silence in his car was deafening! Simon couldn't feel the lower parts of his limbs. "Deola? Deola!" He tried to shout but it was a whisper. There was nothing. Not a cry, not a whimper, not a sound. "Jake? Jade? Boys!" There was no response. He knew they were dead. They were all dead. He had killed his family. A cry of anguish escaped his lips. "Wake up. Simon, you dozed off! Simon!" Simon awoke with a flash. He stared at Deola beside him. She had finished her make up.She had a worried look on her face. "Were you dreaming?" Simon was so relieved! It was all a dream. He glanced back, the boys were sleeping. He looked to his front, the traffic hadn't moved. It was a dream, yet it all seemed so real. Are you ok? Deola asked "Yeah", Simon replied as he looked at the most beautiful creature he had ever seen - his wife. Just then, the traffic moved. Simon drove carefully this time, his body still trembling. As he neared the curve, he saw the little girl in a yellow dress; the same yellow dress he saw in his dream. He stopped and honked for her to cross the road. As she crossed, she turned and waved at him. Simon couldn't wave back, he had goose pimples all over his body. It hadn't been a dream but a warning. It was the greatest of déjà vu ever! As we enter this last monthof the year, this graphic tale is to remind us to drive safely. "Ember" month is a myth, keep safe and drive safe! ©2015 Oluseye Igbafe. All Rights Reserved No part of this story may be reproduced by any means without the prior permission by the author. Anyone who wishes to repost this story to any other online forum, Facebook group, blog or any other website should acknowledge the author's identity and kindly notify the author by sending her a mail. Thank you
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I think it's almost too late. The level of hatred on many Nigerian forums is worrisome. Why does one tribe feel a need to hate another. Its just crazy, beyond crazy its demonic. Doshmynthrill: |
James and Shirley were college sweethearts. After NYSC, Shirley got a better paying job than James. They got married and the difference in their income became an issue. Shirley was of the opinion that whatever she earned was her money. She was reluctant to spend her money in the house, especially on things she believed were the man's responsibility. In frustration, James quit his job and started a business; the business faltered greatly and his earnings plummeted to nearly zero. Shirley found it unbearable having to pay the expenses of the house. She gave James money but humiliated him in doing so. James's mother had to live with them and when she saw what was going on, she spent her days praying and fasting. She and James would hold vigils every other day. God answered James and he got a multi-million Naira contract. Today James is immensely wealthy. Although he takes good care of his wife, his value on his mother seems higher. She has a wing in their new house and travels abroad as she wishes. She still prays for James and is involved in his major decisions. Shirley now has a big issue with it; to her, mama is contending her home with her and not allowing her to enjoy "our money". So now she prays that her MIL would die so she can enjoy "her" money. I can tell you God won't answer that Prayer. The total income of a couple is what God had blessed that family with. He may give a larger portion to the husband or the wife, it shouldn't matter. I repeat, it should not matter! There should be no "my money" or "your money". It should always be our money. Plan, spend and invest together as a couple. That is the best way to treat money. Set your financial goals together and be accountable to each other without policing each other. This does not necessarily mean having a joint account. You may have a joint project account and still maintain other separate checking accounts. Even If the husband earns more, let the wife's portion be felt in the family. Spend on your husband, on your children, on your in-laws etc. Don't as a woman, keep all your money for yourself. Let your bond transcend money, let your love transcend money! God can lift up your spouse tomorrow, don't despise your spouse because of his/her current earning ability. Remember the word "current"! So whose money is it? Should there be a line between your money and my money? Or do you agree that it should be "Our" money. Please share your thoughts. All Rights Reserved © 2015 Oluseye Igbafe
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Rose2014:I think Movic is being sarcastic. |
dammytosh:Thanks |
I cheated! It's hard for me to say But denying the truth can't help me. I cheated but it gets worse. It wasn't my first time or my second time. I am ashamed I cheated. How hard is it to stay faithful? Well, if I am going to say the truth, I might as well say it all. It's pretty hard. Yes, I said it it's pretty hard to say committed. Who am I fooling? The truth is you don't satisfy me. No, you don't! You are so small and you don't fill me. Harsh words maybe but definitely true. You don't stir my juices. You are so bland, So unimaginative, very dull. It's really hard not to cheat. When am with you, I feel judged; You make me feel so fat and uncomely. You are too restrictive. Life with you is so calculated; Everything is counted and numbered. Judge me if you want. Until you walk in my shoes, You can't get it. So stuff your over righteous judgement into your mouth; I don't need you to judge me. When I stray, I feel free! Oh so many sweet stolen moments! Yes my conscience tells me to stop, But the pleasure urges me on. The temptation is hard to resist. I enjoy being filled, my juices flowing; Life seems full of flavor. But nemesis has caught up with me! The consequences of my actions are obvious; So obvious that all can see. I am returning to you Because you are the best for me. The others don't care about me; Only you do. So now I am back With a promise to stay true too you. Please meet me halfway too; Give me some nice moments. I promise not to stray again. Today I make thus commitment to you You, my dear 90 days fiber weight loss diet I won't cheat on you ever again. Or will I?
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dayjee:Yes o, let us not judge people by the color of your their skin but by the content of their character. |
Almost every couple dreams of having their own baby; a perfect cutie with eyes like Dad's and an angelic face like mum's. A new person that elevates you to a higher level of responsibility and introduces you to the delightful, life altering, sometimes hard and expensive world of parenthood. On the vain side, a little one to show off to the world, especially on social media; a live "doll" (if you will) for mothers to continue their childhood games with but ultimately, a joy to the family on both sides. So after the long nine months of waiting and expectation, of longing to meet your baby, finally the baby pops out and here comes a white baby! You longed for a fair-skinned almost half cast baby but fate has done extra and you have an albino (insert a baby albino picture). This post covers not only for albinos but for any kind of difference a child might come with. The joy is quickly replaced with fear and sometimes shame. Some families are torn apart from that moment. As the family grapples with the unexpected reality of having a different child, as they try to figure out how best to raise this child to be all they wished for, society does all it can to make it as challenging for them as possible and even as they grow up, society doesn't ease up on them. But say, who is Society? Society is you and I. We are cruel and rude to others because they or their kids are different. We act like it's by our doing that we aren't them. We stare at them, we laugh at them, we call them names. Worse still, in our classes as teachers, we show no love or patience. When we meet them as employers, we discriminate against them. When we meet them socially, we snob them. Being different doesn't mean being inferior. People who are different don't deserve less respect; sometimes, they deserve more for being able to keep their head up high in this cruel world. So next time you see a mother with an albino child, don't stare, rather pay her a compliment or encourage her for you have no idea what she is battling with. Don't call them names nor allow your kids to, it hurts. Don't discriminate against them in employment just because of their skin. Relate with them not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. Let's be the generation that looks #BeyondTheComplexion. For more information on albinism and to support the perception change, kindly visit www.lightskinafrica.com This post is in support of the #BeyondTheComplexion Campaign #OnomeAkinloluMajaroFoundation #BeyondTheComplexion #PersonalityOverColour #AngelsAmongMen #LightSkinAfrica PS: Click the link below to see pictures of some hot, beautiful, mature and successful albinos! http://www.themusinglady.com/2015/11/when-your-child-is-different.html |
coogar:Nice. You got stats to counter? Lay it on me. |
coogar: I got no stats, you have to take my word for it ![]() |
coogar:10 & 11 does happen a lot, that doesn't mean it happens all the time but it's prevalent in Nigeria. Also in Nigeria most of the time, it's men who initiate divorce. There is almost no law supporting alimony in Nigeria so most women walk away with nothing, sometimes not even child support. |
Tofax:I only agree with nos 8, 10, 11 and maybe 15. The rest to me is hogwash or she lives within a primitive setting (village- i.e thatch-roofed, firewood cooking kind of village). No 2 is the worst, is the poster saying a woman's value is tied to her marital status? So single women have less value than married ones? |
[quote author=Ewuro4 post=39563770]Still Classified ![]() Why grow a thick skin for useless scrutiny after the whole sham has finally fallen on its face and both parties gone their ways ALIVE? What's wrong with screwing younger lads @ 55, Seems that part really is a bother? Pain am ![]() [/quot Lol. Wetin concern me? Nah May God keep us all and all that is ours. Thanks & goodnite. |
Ewuro4:People like me? What art thou afraid of? ![]() As per judgmental folks sneering, well any lady who plans to spend her latter years screwing younger lads should grow a thick skin. |
njokusboy:Very safe infact |
iykedare:What goal post is being shifted? ![]() |
Mindfulness:You too. Take care. ![]() |


