How did some men arrive at interpreting sex and love making as a violent activity? How many rounds you can go? How hard and painful you can thrust? gba’s, gbo’s.
Mo fo lenu ( I broke her mouth 🙄)
Mo se lese ( I injured her)
Mo je ise ( I ate her works)
Are some metaphors used.
Is this as a result of media, programming, porn or peer pressure? Because I keep wondering how these children of anger arrived at this violent summation.
My dreams have been filled with special appearances,
Special appearances from humans the devil is trying to unsubscribe from the earth.
Interestingly, these humans aren’t my friends,
They are my virtual fans and acquaintances in different Countries I have never been to, I also haven’t set my eyes on about 80% of them before so I am humbled by the fact that God is filling my dreams with the movie of their lives.
When I wake up and send them direct messages about their special appearance and the message behind the dream, they are in awe of the accuracy.
Most of them are dealing with health issues so the reason God is serving me the small chops of their lives is that I have the gift of
While in my bedroom last month, someone’s name popped up in my mind, and at that moment I perceived death. Later that night, the same thing happened while I was preparing dinner, then I knew something disturbing was about to happen.
I reached out to the person who happens to be an alumnus of Emotions City. She had flown down from Europe to attend our Emotional Intelligence Certification course in Lagos, Nigeria 2 years ago. When I sent her a Whatsapp message, she asked if she could call me and I obliged.
Then she said she had been on admission for about a month and it’s been a battle for her life. She underwent a surgical procedure that got complicated and had become life-threatening and now she has a handful of tubes in different parts of her body.
A couple of years, I was gisting with an acquaintance, and during the conversation, he mentioned he could never marry a single mother I asked why and he said,
They have baggage, he can't trust them not to sleep with their child's father again, he can't raise someone else's child and he has so many options so he can't settle for a single mother.
I didn't have the strength to argue so I continued eating my golden brown plantain and peppered snails.
3 years later, we bumped into each other at our swimming club, caught up, and stayed in touch this time around.
I met a lady on the streets while observing my regular prayer walk in the estate a couple of years ago. She had initiated a conversation with me when she noticed that I was praying.
She proceeded to inquire about who I was and which brand of GOD I was having a conversation with
I gave her a synopsis of my identity because I had noticed her in the estate too.
Then she informed me about her spiritual status. She was a Christian until she lost two of her family members to terminal illnesses.
She had prayed, fasted, tithed, believed God for a miracle but at last, it ended in graves.
She said God failed her and she was disappointed in him. She was done serving a horrible father.