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People often describe marriage as sacrifice, but I think that idea is deeply misunderstood. Most of what people call sacrifice in marriage is not sacrifice at all. It is responsibility functioning within a role that was voluntarily accepted. I recently saw a video of a man talking about how unmarried people are often the loudest voices giving advice about marriage. He used an example of a husband saying his wife washes his clothes while washing hers, and the comment section immediately turned into a debate. Some people argued that a grown man should wash his own clothes. Others insisted marriage should always be “50/50.” The man responded by saying modern people no longer understand marriage because marriage requires sacrifice. But I disagree with that framing. I do not think waking up early for your family, helping your partner, cooking, cleaning, providing financially, or supporting a household should automatically be described as sacrifice. Those things are responsibilities attached to a role people willingly entered. There is a difference between sacrifice and role acceptance. If I decide to become a doctor, sleepless nights become part of the profession. If I become a father, responsibility naturally follows. We do not constantly describe these things as sacrifice because they are understood to be part of the role itself. Marriage should be understood the same way. For example, a woman who is single may wake up at nine in the morning because her schedule allows it. But after marriage, she may begin waking up earlier because the structure of her life has changed. Her husband may be leaving for work early, children may eventually arrive, and the demands of the household become different. Modern thinking immediately labels this sacrifice. But is it really sacrifice? Or is it simply adaptation to a role she willingly accepted? If I drive an automatic car, I use one foot most of the time. I would not say I am sacrificing my other leg. I am simply functioning within the system I chose to operate in. Marriage works similarly. The real problem is that many people enter marriage physically but never psychologically. Their bodies enter the institution, but their minds remain attached to singlehood. So every adjustment feels like a personal loss. Every responsibility feels unfair. People begin saying things like: “I sacrificed my freedom.” “I sacrificed my peace.” “I sacrificed my sleep.” Eventually marriage becomes emotional accounting instead of partnership. This is one of the reasons many modern relationships struggle. People want the emotional benefits of marriage without accepting the structural changes that naturally come with it. They want companionship without obligation, commitment without inconvenience, and stability without responsibility. But every meaningful role in life changes the person inside it. A parent cannot remain completely self centered. A leader cannot avoid responsibility. A committed partner cannot behave as though they are still entirely independent. That transformation is not oppression. It is the consequence of entering a shared structure. True sacrifice does exist in marriage, but it should not be confused with ordinary responsibility. Caring for a sick spouse for years through pain and uncertainty may involve sacrifice. Enduring extreme hardship together may involve sacrifice. Those situations go beyond normal role performance. But ordinary duties within marriage are not automatically sacrifice. They are participation. The danger of constantly describing marriage as sacrifice is that people begin to see responsibility itself as suffering. And once that mindset develops, resentment slowly enters the relationship because every act becomes something to be counted and repaid. The healthiest marriages are probably built by people who understand that marriage is not about preserving singlehood under one roof. It is about consciously accepting a new role and the responsibilities attached to it. That is not sacrifice. That is commitment. |
This was the second week since I met Titi, and in that short time we had seen each other four times on different days. Four meetings, four separate disasters to my peace of mind. Every outing had been memorable, the kind of reckless adventure that leaves a man lying awake at night wondering when exactly he transformed from an ordinary hustler into a hopeless romantic fool. Love, lust, ambition, delusion, they often wear the same perfume. Today made it the third day in a row we were seeing each other that week. I could hardly ask for official leave just to spend time with the hottest and richest girl I had ever spoken to, a woman who, in my increasingly biased opinion, was very likely destined to be mine. So I did what underpaid workers across the land have done since civilization began. I called in sick on Wednesday. Nearly everyone in our office did it sooner or later, except a few noble creatures like Serah, who always told the truth and accepted consequences like some kind of administrative martyr. Besides, Titi represented opportunity. She was beauty, excitement, escape, and upward mobility wrapped in one expensive package. In my mind she had become like a difficult five-unit course I absolutely had to pass. Not just pass. Excel in. So far, my performance had been promising, but today was examination day. I intended to scatter that course orally, practically, and theoretically. By the time I was done, she would suspect my pen never ran dry, my plantain was machine-made, and my hips operated on industrial fuel. “Bros, go now.” The voice yanked me back to reality. I turned and saw the man behind me in the ATM queue pointing impatiently at the machine. I had been so lost in fantasy that I forgot I was standing at the front of a line full of citizens already irritated by life. A dangerous place to daydream in Lagos. I hurried through my transaction, boarded a taxi, and about forty minutes later I arrived at her estate in Jakande Phase 1. The place looked like the sort of compound money builds when it wants privacy. A giant gated duplex stood before me, with high fences dressed in roughly chiseled stone. Even the gate looked expensive and unfriendly. I straightened my shirt, checked my breath, and dialed her number again for what had to be the fifteenth time. No answer. Then the gate opened slightly. I smiled to myself. I expected Titi to rush out and fling herself at me the way she had done the last two times we met, once at an elegant lounge in Opebi and another in GRA, each embrace so sudden and forceful I nearly lost balance and ancestry. In preparation, I widened my stance like a man bracing for affection. Instead, a small boy, no older than nine, peeped through the opening. Before I could speak, a man’s harsh voice barked from inside. The boy disappeared instantly and the gate slammed shut. I frowned and reached for my phone to call again. It slipped from my hand. At least, that was what I thought. What really happened was that something, or someone, hit me from behind with such force that I was launched forward into the fence. My shoulder smashed against stone. Pain burst through my arm. Before I could turn, another blow sent me crashing to the ground. Then they descended. Fists. Boots. Something hard and heavy. The world became noise and pain. “Lord Je... Jaso... yee!” My mouth was trying to pray, but grammar had abandoned me. GHBOOW! A strike landed across my ribs. “God please... please...” GHAN! GBISHH! A kick folded into my stomach and stole the air from my lungs. GBAW! My face scraped the ground. “...Piss oh please...” I meant peace, but under enough beating even vocabulary develops a concussion. GBIIIQSHHH! “As I ebnetr wrre haaa!” I was attempting repentance now, but the prayer came out like a broken keyboard. Half words, wrong tenses, punctuation without purpose. If heaven graded clarity, I was doomed. At some point the blows paused. I lay curled on the ground, trembling, trying to gather the pieces of myself. In my head I prayed properly. Father, forgive me. Is this how I will end? You know I try to live right. But today... today I came here for fornication. Lord Jesus, you know my thoughts. Forgive me. I am a sinner. In fact... I came from fornication. Then laughter exploded around me. Cruel, delighted laughter. One of them mocked in a dramatic voice, “I came from fornication!” Only then did I realize I had spoken the prayer aloud. Wonderful. Not only was I being beaten to death, I was also providing entertainment. I tried to lift my head, tried to see who they were, tried to scream, but something heavy crashed against my skull. The earth tilted. The voices stretched far away. And I fell into a darkness so complete it felt like I had stepped off the world itself. |
We were driving toward the terminal where I usually boarded the intra-state mass transit bus, the BRT. She was on her way home from visiting her cousins but decided to stop by first, as if derailing my entire evening schedule was a casual hobby. Only a few hours earlier she had called to ask where the Tiron Movies office was located, saying she might come by the next day. I never imagined she meant that same day. Some people say “I might come around” the way politicians say “we’re working on it.” Titi, apparently, moved with military efficiency. She had not mentioned that her father was in the army until I asked why a man built like a reinforced gate was shadowing her every movement. With kidnappings becoming the national pastime, her father had assigned Musa, also known as Mosko, as her driver and bodyguard. The man looked less like staff and more like a one-man emergency response unit. Her father was the notorious Lieutenant Colonel Maduekwe, the officer credited with helping crush insurgencies in the North some ten years earlier. Though he had since risen to the rank of Major General, many still called him Mad Lt. Col. It was not the kind of nickname one repeated in his presence unless one was tired of owning teeth. I knew this because the day I stood before him, my tongue resigned from duty and fled without notice. Still, the evening itself had been glorious. The kind of evening that tricks a young man into believing destiny has finally remembered his address. I sat there building castles in my head, painting futures with reckless optimism. Me and Titi. Better clothes. Better life. Maybe even a car whose doors opened without prayer and shoulder force. Human beings can manufacture fantasy from the smallest attention. A smile, a touch, a woman with perfume and confidence, and suddenly you’re drafting wedding invitations in your skull. When I boarded the BRT, I noticed several passengers glancing at me sideways with expressions that mixed curiosity, amusement, and the silent gossip Nigerians can perform without speaking. I ignored them. In my mind the explanation was obvious: I smelled of expensive perfume, the kind of scent that announced itself three seconds before the wearer arrived. Let them stare. For one evening at least, I was not the struggling telesales boy chasing reluctant subscribers. I was a man returning from somewhere important. By the time I got to my street, the area was bright with electric light. A miracle in itself. What a day. I walked to Anuru’s kiosk, the small provision store that had saved me from hunger more times than dignity would allow, and asked for bread and powdered chocolate. I had no strength left to cook. Romance may lift the spirit, but it does nothing for tired legs. Anuru handed me the items, then paused. He leaned forward and stared at my face with the grave concentration of a doctor discovering a new disease. This was becoming suspicious. “What is it?” I asked. “Wetin dey my face?” “Oga…” he said slowly, squinting for accuracy. “E be like… say na woman mouth.” “What?” I demanded a mirror. He passed me one from under the counter, scratched but serviceable. I looked. There, blazing on my cheek like evidence in a criminal trial, was the full red imprint of Titi’s lips. For a moment I just stood there, bread in one hand, chocolate in the other, staring at my own reflection like a man betrayed by his skin. Then memory rushed back. She had kissed me before I jumped out in a hurry to catch the BRT, and in all my confusion and excitement, I had forgotten to wipe it off. Which meant I had ridden a crowded public bus across Lagos wearing a woman’s lipstick mark like a campaign poster. Anuru laughed so hard he had to hold the shelf. I snatched the mirror away, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and walked home with whatever remained of my pride. Still, beneath the embarrassment, I was smiling. Some humiliations are worth it. |
What kind of conscience celebrates the suffering of fellow human beings simply because they were born into a different tribe? No one chose the ethnicity into which they arrived. No one earned their bloodline before birth. Yet some speak with pride about massacres, starvation, and marginalization as though cruelty becomes noble when the victims are neighbors. That is moral collapse dressed as patriotism. A failed coup by a number of men does not justify condemning millions who never planned it, never ordered it, and never held power. Collective punishment is the language of barbarism. To blame an entire people for the acts of a few is not justice. The deepest insult is this: many who excuse such violence still bow mentally to the same foreign powers that looted Africa, enslaved Africans, and carved nations for their convenience. They reserve mercy for distant oppressors and venom for those beside them. |
orisa37:P.S: Biafra was not one of Nigeria’s constitutional states that was later removed from the constitution. It was a secessionist republic formed during the civil war. Also, Nigeria did not start with 36 states. The 36-state structure came decades later through several rounds of state creation. If we want to discuss history seriously, we should use facts. Invoking God to praise the destruction of a people’s struggle does not make the act righteous. History should be examined with honesty, not wrapped in sentimental slogans like “no victor, no vanquished” while millions suffered death, displacement, and starvation during the Nigerian Civil War. If Biafra was removed from constitutional language or political reality, that was the result of human power, war, and political decisions, not divine endorsement. Leaders must be judged by the lives affected by their actions, not by convenient praise after the fact. Real unity cannot be built on silence, denial, or selective memory. |
Dtruthspeaker:Funny 🤣 |
Dtruthspeaker:Snakes never eat sand, neither is every man tilling the ground. |
Dtruthspeaker:Once again. I apologize. And I would always apologize. Let me use an analogy. According to the book, God caused a woman to suffer pain in childbirth. Humanity answered with anesthesia, medicine, and safer delivery. Instead of kneeling before suffering because a text described it, we studied the problem, understood the cause, and created relief. That is the purpose of our intelligence: to confront reality, improve reality, and reduce needless suffering. So when I mention places like Turkey, once deeply Christian, or Syria, with ancient Christian roots, and someone replies, “The Bible foretold it,” I hear ...................... disguised as insight. If suffering, decline, persecution, or civilizational change are simply to be accepted because they were predicted, then thought itself becomes useless. And there is a deeper problem. Turkey was Islamized centuries ago. Generations have been born into a different faith through history, not personal conspiracy. If salvation depends on believing in Jesus in the approved way, then countless people are swept toward hell largely by birthplace and inheritance. One could then assume that this is divine justice, or a system arranged so that not everyone was ever meant to make heaven!!! |
Dtruthspeaker:Damn. I apologize! Since every suffering, killing, and kidnapping is excused because God supposedly said it beforehand, then compassion has no meaning, injustice becomes holy, and the dead are told they deserve it. As a humanist, that is the death of conscience dressed as faith. |
Dtruthspeaker:The idea that labor pain is some divine curse starts falling apart once you look at the body itself. Childbirth pain can already be explained by the baby’s large head, the narrow human pelvis, contractions, stretching, pressure, and all the physical strain involved, so there is no need to drag heaven into what anatomy already explains. Human biology created the difficulty, not a punishment story. What makes it even harder to defend is that modern science has gone far in reducing that pain through epidurals, surgery, better maternal care, and medical knowledge. If something was meant to stand forever as a curse, it is strange that human understanding keeps finding ways to weaken it. To me, that says knowledge has done more against suffering than fear ever did. |
Context video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oATV6W1fsfY?si=bodFMK7uw88Vt3pe This Sunday, most churches in southern Nigeria will be full. Songs will rise. Hands will lift. People will say they are entering the presence of God. But some truths do not wait politely outside the sanctuary. The same argument many Christians once used against our African deities now returns to their own doorstep. They asked: if your gods are real, why did they not stop the slave ships? Why did they not scatter the colonizers? Why did they not strike down those who chained bodies, burned villages, stole lands, and renamed worlds? Now the same question can be asked of Christianity. If the Christian God is the ruler of heaven and earth, why does He not stop those who massacre Christians, bomb churches, abduct worshippers, and erase ancient Christian communities? Why must frightened people defend an all-powerful God with hashtags, politics, and pleas? The blade they sharpened for others has found its way back to their own hands. My point is not to defend African religion or attack Christianity as a sport. My point is consistency. If silence during African suffering was proof that African deities were false, then what is divine silence during Christian suffering proof of now? If conquered people were told their gods were weak because invaders won, then what does it mean when believers today are conquered, displaced, and killed while praying to the God said to rule all things? This is where many people like Baba Isaac Omolehin are blind to the harder possibility: religions are human systems built around meaning, fear, power, identity, memory, and hope. Perhaps men crown their tribal god as universal God, then call history itself proof. The God of the Bible emerges from a particular people, a particular land, a particular story, a particular tradition. Adam and Eve, Eden, Israel, Sinai, the prophets, these are not generic human memories shared by all civilizations from the beginning. They come through Hebrew tradition, through the Torah and the Tanakh, later through Christianity's expansion. That matters. Because if many peoples never knew that story until conquest, trade, mission, or empire carried it to them, then we should be honest enough to admit that what many call “universal truth” also has a historical route, a political route, and a violent route. How do you justify a conqueror killing your ancestors, humiliating your culture, then handing you his God and calling it salvation? Would it not have been better handing you guns and ammunition instead? ![]() How do you separate revelation from domination? How do you know whether conversion came from truth, survival, fear, schooling, pressure, hunger, or force? These are not childish questions. And if there is a supreme reality beyond all names, why assume it is fully captured inside one religion, one book, one tribe’s language for the sacred? If something greater exists, it would not belong to any institution at all. Perhaps that is why sun worship appears across civilizations, because every human being can see and depend on the sun. Even Christianity carries this openly: worship on Sunday, the very day of the sun; East star, often linked in popular discussion to older fertility and spring symbols; halos placed behind holy figures like solar discs; and Jesus rising into the sky as a visible image of ascension and light. Many repeat the symbols without noticing what they are participating in. We are quick to label mystery, slower to prove anything. The moment certainty outruns evidence, belief has begun. That is not automatically evil. But it should be admitted honestly. So when people like Baba Isaac Omolehin say “defend the church,” I hear something else: defend inheritance, defend identity, defend community, defend memory, defend the story that made life feel ordered. |
What sustains marriage is character: honesty, communication, integrity, empathy, and accountability. Being called God-fearing does not guarantee faithfulness, just as lacking that label does not guarantee failure. When temptations, weaknesses, or struggles begin, they should be spoken about openly, not buried in silence. Secrets grow in darkness, and what is hidden often returns later as damage. The same is true with money, one of the great pressures in marriage. Financial hardship can strain a home, but secrecy, dishonesty, and lack of teamwork destroy it faster. A good marriage survives when two people choose truth, humility, and mutual care again and again. |
To say “I do not know” is not foolishness, it is honesty. A man should not be called a fool for refusing to accept what has not been made clear to him. When a man says that only a fool claims there is no God, I pause, not because I have an answer, but because I have a question. What do you mean by God? Because in the Book of Psalms, the word is not this loose term we use today, it is Elohim, a name shaped by a people and their culture, understanding, something rooted, not wandering and brought by strangers. There are those who say Aka-Ose, there are those who say Eledumare, and they are not calling him God. Yet the word God crossed the seas, it arrived with brutality, it was taught, enforced, repeated. What did David mean by God? It is easy to look at the sky, at the order of things, and say this must be God, but even in the account of Book of Genesis, questions remain. Days are counted before the sun appears, darkness is present, yet its origin is not spoken of, and still we are told not to question but we ought to assume that the creator who paused the sun, didn't know it was the earth that rotated? even the earth is said to have four corners and has a foundation.The flat earthers also use the bible to disprove a spherical planet... To say “I do not know” is not foolishness, it is honesty. A man should not be called a fool for refusing to accept what has not been made clear to him. One man believes from what he has felt, another doubts from what he has not experienced, yet the one who believes through his personal experience is quick to judge. |
Umbrateeth04 You say women haven’t challenged systems effectively, but history says otherwise. Rights, laws, education, participation, none of that appeared because patriarchy “allowed” it. Two examples: Funmilayo Ransome-Kuti She led protests against colonial taxation and fought for women’s rights and helped women in gaining political recognition. She even made a king abdicate his throne Rosa Parks protested and refused to give up her seat to a white man. Thus, helped ignite the wider Civil Rights Movement. And it lead to enforcement of Civil Rights Laws. It happened because pressure made the system adjust. You’re not describing nature. You’re describing power, then calling it inevitable so it doesn’t have to be questioned. And that last part about “if you can’t beat them, join them” isn’t wisdom. It’s adaptation, yes, but also resignation. Humans don’t just adapt, they also change what they inherit. |
Umbrateeth04:Nature being indifferent means it doesn’t justify anything. It doesn’t approve patriarchy, slavery, or dominance. It simply allows whatever can happen to happen. The moment you start saying something is “justified” because it exists, you’ve added human judgment back into a system you claim has none. You’re mixing two different things. In nature, lions and antelopes don’t build systems, write rules, or enforce hierarchies beyond survival. Humans do. Patriarchy is not instinct like hunger, it’s a structured system maintained by culture, belief, and enforcement. Calling that “instinct” is just removing responsibility from it. |
Mutant001:Frankly, I don't know why it's pretty difficult to comprehend my argument. I'll try to augment it for better clarity. You all keep calling everything “nature” as if that automatically makes it right. It doesn’t. A lion doesn’t justify its actions, it acts on instinct. Humans do something different, we build systems, assign roles, and then try to defend them. That’s not nature, that’s choice layered over biology. The moment you start talking about “purpose” and “validation,” you’ve already left the animal kingdom. The analogy fails because women are not antelopes. Antelopes don’t organize, challenge systems, or rewrite structures. Humans do. Women have resisted, shaped societies, and changed laws repeatedly. Ignoring that doesn’t make your argument stronger, it just makes it selective. And this idea that “whatever lasts long is natural and therefore justified” collapses under its own weight. As I wrote earlier, by that logic, every injustice becomes truth simply because it endured. You may not be reasoning here but accepting power without questioning it. |
Umbrateeth04:Existence and justification are not the same thing. They only look like it when you benefit from the system in question. A lion doesn’t justify anything. It doesn’t sit and construct meaning. It acts. Humans are different precisely because we question, evaluate, and change what exists. If survival alone justified behavior, then every form of oppression in history would be valid by default. You keep bringing in the antelope, but the antelope resists. It runs, it fights, it adapts. That alone breaks your idea that the “object” exists to be controlled. In human society, women are not passive objects in a food chain. They think, resist, organize, and reshape systems. That’s why your analogy keeps collapsing. You’re forcing biology onto social structures. And power lasting long doesn’t make it nature, it just means it faced limited resistance or had the tools to suppress it. P.S. Slave resistance wasn’t passive, it actively pushed the abolition of the slave trade. By your logic, anything that dominates long enough becomes truth. That would make every empire, every injustice, every outdated system permanently correct. Are you describing nature or are you describing dominance and calling it destiny? |
MaxInDHouse:Very funny fellow, you just did like y'all do with your bible, cut one part out then try to tell paint a picture that might make some sense... Why didn't you post the whole thing I wrote? Up until now you haven't responded... Yes, you have silenced me, with facts, of course. You can define knowingness; now try defining belief and faith, and show me how they connect to reality... |
Umbrateeth04:You’re confusing what exists with what is justified. A lion hunts out of natural instinct. A man dominating a woman is not instinct, it’s conditioning reinforced by culture, religion, and history. One is survival. The other is a system. Power lasting a long time doesn’t make it natural, it just means it wasn’t challenged effectively. Slavery lasted too. That didn’t make it truth. |
MaxInDHouse: Who get that time?Don’t come and act like you “convinced” someone who deals in facts. Some of us actually know the history behind these holy books, including the borrowings and edits that built them. You didn’t proof nothing but psychosis and brainwashing. |
MaxInDHouse:Faith fills the gaps where facts don’t exist. You’re asking that I prove to be wiser, but wisdom doesn’t rely on belief. It relies on what can be proven. A wise person doesn’t need faith, they prefer evidence. Reality doesn’t care what you believe. It just is. |
Umbrateeth04:I get what you are saying. But, it's a little all over the place. We can't equate men to lions and women to antelopes, if we are gonna do that let's all be lions. That'l lions feed on antelope is a natural instinct. Their creators didn't make anyone more special than the other. It is the men who told this lies that also told that their creator is male. The world is held together by force, illusion, and inherited arrogance. The idea that men should rule because they are stronger is not wisdom, it is primitive thinking that survived long enough to disguise itself as truth. Strength has never proven intelligence, only the ability to control, and control without restraint decays into chaos. Before dominance hardened into systems, there were societies that understood balance. Not perfection, but cooperation. In places like Ancient Egypt, power was not imagined as a lone authority. Even in their divine order, figures like Isis stood alongside, not beneath. Patriarchy is not nature, it is repetition turned into belief, a system that transformed difference into hierarchy. Now the consequences unfold. Men cling to control, women resist subjugation, and both sides mirror the same struggle for dominance. This is not progress, it is conflict in symmetry. Relationships become contests, respect becomes conditional, and cooperation is mistaken for weakness. |
MaxInDHouse:@MaxInDHouse grin Sarcasm keeps escaping you. I presented logic and evidence; you replied with mythology. When I said you’d “silenced me with facts,” it was dismissal, not praise. You mistook mockery for validation and wore it as intellect. You confuse belief with knowledge and confidence with proof. When evidence appears, you retreat into faith and call it depth. I don’t operate in belief. Belief begins where evidence ends. Intelligence needs neither faith nor applause. P.S: Claiming superior understanding of the Bible just because your sect appeared recently is absurd. People studied, debated, and lived the Scriptures long before you existed. Obviously, God loved the world so much that He waited over a thousand years to reveal the “truth,” leaving everyone else misled or deceived until you finally arrived. Use the added file below, instead of that sarcastic quotes.. ehn? |
Dtruthspeaker:Man created God. God didn't create nature You don't know this one too! If we keep explaining the present without interrogating its foundations, then we’re not thinking, we’re just maintaining. And a world that is constantly maintained without being reimagined will always reproduce the same problems. |
We have been raised to believe that one gender is meant to dominate the other, but that idea was shaped by patriarchal culture, not nature. Men and women are designed to complement each other, not compete for power. Even in our biology, there is a natural correspondence, the male as injector and the female as receiver, fitting together with purpose rather than conflict. No human thrives in isolation, so the idea of superiority defeats the purpose of being human in the first place. Different cultures have shown that there is no single way to structure society. Some are matriarchal and emphasize balance, while others create systems where both masculine and feminine roles are valued equally. Our problem is that we have stopped questioning systems and started treating them as absolute truth, and that has led us down a path of dysfunction. |
Umbrateeth04:I find myself unsettled by the way difference is turned into hierarchy by society, that the structure of the body should determine worth, as though biology were a verdict rather than a condition. And then we go on to compare humans to the an in the bush, that only hunts to survive. When I observe the contrast between man and woman, I do not see a ladder of superiority, but a tension of forms, each carrying its own burden, its own capacity. To say one is stronger and therefore greater feels like a refusal to look deeper, a preference for what is visible over what is endured, no thanks to patriarchal belief systems that enthrone males and has no account for the feminine. What we often call “natural” is already an interpretation. We look at function and impose meaning on it. Strength becomes dominance, penetration becomes power, reception becomes submission. Yet these are not truths given by nature; they are conclusions drawn by us. Nature presents differences, but it does not explain them. It is we who construct the story, and in doing so, we often reveal more of our fears and desires than any universal order, as we see cultures that have Goddesses. The interpretations, we learned has built systems that bind us. We rank one another based on what none of us chose; our bodies, our form, our place at birth. In doing so, we quietly abandon the responsibility of seeing each other as fully human. A logical person, who seeks for better should question this indoctrination, If there is anything worth holding onto, it is the idea that difference does not diminish, and that no structure built on it should decide the value of a life. |
Dtruthspeaker:My Right! We do not share the same worldview. Mine is reasoned and deliberate. Man is not defined solely by profession, wealth, or social ranking. A fisherman is no less worthy of respect, of marriage, or of dignity than a pilot or CEO. Reducing human worth to material or functional achievement reflects not reality but the corrosive influence of poverty, fear, and social boxes. Love, humanity, and dignity cannot thrive in such a framework, no matter how many comparisons or examples you raise. You treat people as lesser because of what they do or how society labels them, but that perspective makes the world more toxic. Refusing to recognize the humanity in an Olosho, a thief, or anyone deemed dishonorable creates cycles of dehumanization. People denied respect and recognition will inevitably find ways to reclaim what was taken from them, often at the expense of the society that constrained them. Ignoring this reality demonstrates your fundamental misunderstanding of better human systems and the consequences of inherited prejudice. Don't put me in the same box as yourself. I can marry an Olosho and my daughter could marry a fisherman. |
Dtruthspeaker:Always talking about “natural truth” like it dropped from the sky and everyone just knows it . All you’ve done is repeat what you’ve been led to believe and call it nature.The fact that you put things inside boxes does not make those boxes fixed or meaningful in any absolute sense. Reality is more complex than painting everything white and black. Then you jump from categories to conclusions, saying some people cannot be respected because of what they are or have done... Accountability is not the same as stripping someone of their humanity. The moment you decide who deserves dignity and who does not, you are no longer talking about justice, you are just defending a hierarchy that makes you comfortable. ![]() And on authority, you’re still confusing role with worth. Let me spell it out, not for you, since you seem more interested in reacting than understanding, but for anyone actually paying attention. Authority exists for function, not because one person is a superior human being. It is tied to responsibility and competence, not inherent value. A pilot leads a flight because of skill and responsibility, not because he is more human than the passengers. That distinction is simple, yet you keep missing it. Authority organizes action; it does not elevate one person above another in dignity. |
Dtruthspeaker:Your view comes from long-held rules and dogma, based on the idea that certain teachings decide human worth and behavior. This way of thinking turns complex human life into simple boxes and ignores choice, context, and responsibility. By assuming authority, morality, or value comes from fixed standards, you mix up social roles with real human dignity. First, your argument confuses social function with human worth. A pilot may command a crew during a flight, just as a manager directs employees in a company. That authority exists because of responsibility and expertise, not because the pilot or manager is a superior human being. Second, the claim that certain people should not be treated like human beings simply because they engage in activities you consider dishonorable collapses under scrutiny. If dishonor strips someone of their humanity, then the same judgment must be applied consistently. Yet, we have society that condemns the woman who sells intimacy while tolerating the men who buys it. Third, reducing a person entirely to one label ignores the complexity of human life. No individual can be defined solely by a single action or profession. Fourth, using “nature” to justify social exclusion misunderstands what nature actually is. Nature does not assign moral rankings to human beings. Those rankings are cultural inventions, shaped by power, fear, and tradition, it has nothing to do with natural. Fifth, the idea that balance comes from domination misunderstands how stable societies actually function Domination produces obedience, but never harmony. Stability emerges when authority is tied to responsibility and when humanism remains universal rather than conditional. |
Dtruthspeaker:As usual, you are missing the point again . The question is not whether I would marry an olosho. The question is whether an olosho deserves to be treated as less of a human being. Those are two very different matters. A person’s circumstance does not erase their humanity. If you were the one in that position, would you enjoy being treated as something beneath dignity?People are quick to condemn the fruit while refusing to examine the roots. Nobody wakes up one morning and simply decides to become an olosho without a chain of circumstances leading there. Poverty, coercion, desperation, and lack of opportunity all play their roles. Yet society prefers the easier task of pointing fingers at the individual rather than confronting the conditions that produced the outcome. As for your argument about separation from “dishonourable people,” that reasoning is convenient but shallow. History shows that the same society that condemns the olosho is often the same society that creates the conditions that produce her. If we truly cared about honour, we would examine the system before condemning the individual. And regarding your question about submission, balance does not come from blind submission to a master. Balance comes from understanding roles, responsibilities, and mutual dignity. P.S. A system built entirely on domination will always produce resentment and imbalance. |
Talkisneeded:I would try to keep up with my third love, give her some more attention... ![]() |

