By Wale Ojo-Lanre
All women, including my mother are idiots?
Yes!
Forget that I hug my mum here in this picture; this is just what you called fake, eye service, pretentious and paparazzi effect.
Inside me I hate her being, not her personality. I regretted the day she was formed like a lady!
All women including my mum are idiots? I swear by this.
Honestly, this is my personal opinion; it may not go down well with you.
And because of this, I hate nature. I hate the order of creation, which created a being called a man
And a sub-being called ‘Woman.’
Honestly, I hate womanhood! Thunder will strike you dead!
For me to be a woman? I rejected it in Jesus’ name! Holy Ghost Fire!!
Thunderstrike you dead
Never
I prefer to be a tyre, stone, wood and any useless things than to be a woman! Abomination
Womanhood? I hate you. I cannot and will not be a woman!
Look at this picture – did you see what I am seeing? Check it once more
How many sense controls going on within that fragile, fair-skinned lean lady? How many things, entities calling for her
attention?
Look at this more, and you are proposing that I should be a woman?
Ko-Jo rara
Whenever I tell people that women are far more superior to men,
they always see me as being henpecked
They call me women wrapper! And I used to point it out from the Biblical narration, that we men are made of sands.
You know this
It is not my creation, but in your Bible.
Thus, our fickle mindedness, our cheap heart, which dissolves under light pressure.
Our inability to keep secrets and be dispassionate; our manipulable heart and soul by women
Women! I fear there
Respect the
The brood who were built with bones; ones that have been horned by men, thus acquiring inelasticity intolerance, passion, affectionate, agrarian hardworking spirit, ferocious in brutality. Solid in fate.
Thus, they are beasts of burdens. While men are mere dumb souls –
father, masculinist, and chauvinistic
For 9 months they nurture the womb,
throughout the better part of their lives; manager a monthly visitor; raise the child day and night, while the men snore away;
monitor the child,
wake up early to do the domestic runs, school runs included!
Am I making sense to you guys? A little test comes up – kindly list your work schedule at home!
Between the hours of 5 am – 8 am every day,
compare it to that of your wife, combine it all to the real management of the home, menstrual circle, pregnancy, pains of delivery, weaning and raising a child!
If you consider the prayers and curses which a typical woman is subjected,
you will not only see the women as the best, the most superior and most awesome.
You will see why you should pamper, appreciate, comfort, love and cherish them. You will also see the need to beg God for forgiveness for maltreating, disgracing and humiliating your wife or women.
But also see the reason why I cannot come back as a woman – for, I don’t think I have or can have the template, temperament, vigour, tolerance and humongous and robust sense of responsibility and diligence of a woman.
Women, I adore thee
I awe thee both at day and dead of the night
I reverence thee in the void of time
I pity those who think you are weak.
I pity those who do not realise that you are the strong, the stronger and the strongest
I thank God for you being an essence in the firmament. Women, I will not offend thee; And I will never be there
Lastly, look at this picture again, then you realise why all women are not yeye
You realize why I hate womanhood!
May God bless all women
Happy Celebration of Women’s Day
Okun oo, Mopelola, my great mum. And Moyo, my dearest wife!
Ambassador Ojo-Lanre writes from Usi Ekiti, Ekiti State
