A man’s belly is his heaven. Even when he sought for -you- an haven With his buds switching and secreting more enzymes -for you- His pots know no pain His pots know no pain, you think? Even when his manual -of you- has been read He comes hook, line and sink and a well laid … Continue reading How -not- to cook a fish.
These crusaders of “GIVE WOMEN A CHANCE”, “WOMEN DESERVE TO BE HEARD”, and all these GENDER EQUALIZATION sh*t should also not forget to tell their followers to excercise caution while fighting for their supposed rights. Several women were gathered for such hideous campaign and the convener who happened to be a divorcee having lost the … Continue reading Feminism and the Home
Their words: I can’t marry a man who earns 200,000 or less. This is the topic trending hot on social networks all over the web. It has caused a mayhem, which rocks Facebook, Twitter and elsewhere. I met this one girl and after few flings we settled into the same argument. ***********************************************”Hey Bae!”, I … Continue reading Between Earning Shekels And Being Wedded
Mama joined the group in front of the Pastor. “What is Mama doing!”, Ella blurted. An usher frowned at her, but she went on, “wasn’t the altar-call for barren women?”. “Shh!”, Papa shunned, looking at us. His eyes were like hot-ice. That hot-coldness was there at the birth of the last-born. He had hissed, “girl … Continue reading Our Mother Is Barren
My back is strong, To carry the heavy burden that comes with you. My skin is tough, To take the wounds you consistently inflict. My soul is tender, To suffer mutely, and without a fight. My spirit is strong, To refuse to die and end the pain. My mind is strong; I reject this servitude, … Continue reading My Back Is Strong
My needles caress each other leading on coloured threads. a hobby, my fate or some curse? I let the perceived role of the woman decide? A tool, a slave, a toy Is that my worth? From where do my answers come? Ancient tradition or modern change? Ancient tradition bequeathed me roles; Roles I … Continue reading The Silvery Needles
I’m Ms President The former President’s wife was My wife at school Where we prayed Every morning a minute too long At our faith camps The encampment had some rules One of such sang so high Women were wriggled away from men Girls glided far away in groups Boys left lurking like the beasts. When … Continue reading I’m Ms President