We are all prostitutes of some sort

Of course, women are prostitutes. Why should Wanja be anything else in Ngugi Wa Thiong’O’s Petals of blood?
Why should we expect anything more from male writers. Women are nothing more than prostitutes in men’s eyes.

One thing we humans fail to understand is this; we are all prostitutes. One way or the other. Yes, every living human being on earth is a prostitute.

Before you throw your stone at me. I’ll tell you to your face, that you’re a prostitute, as much as I am too. We all sell one part of us one for money or dopamine or gain.

I sell my time and attention to books 📚 for the high it gives me. That’s prostitution.

You carry yourself to work everyday, sometimes 5 days a week, you might be going 6 days in a week. You are selling your body, your time, your energy for money.

I go to my business stand which I despise so much, when I would rather be cuddled up in bed with my blanket and a book in my hand.

Every one of us are all prostitutes. That is what men should understand. That is what society should understand.

Bear in mind that those who stand in the wee hours of the night, hustling customers, exchanging sex for money are just as we all are, PROSTITUTES.

Dunno if it’s just me or other readers do experience this also. Ever since, I read Kathryn Stockett‘s The Help, Alice Walker‘s The Colour Purple and Harper Lee‘s To Kill a Mockingbird, I have become fond of classics. Classics by womxn writers. I wish to read more of them. In fact, I prefer them to recent books 📚.

Not reading what I love and get lost on them, made me low these few days. I felt life wasn’t fun any longer. Books are a medium of escape. My coping mechanism

A magic happened today.

These are one of the few straight books 📚, I received. I have actually watched the movie, I think it was produced by Oprah Winfrey. Can’t remember, being quite long and the movie cracked so, didn’t gain much. I did know the heroine was a brave lady leaving with a young lad old enough to be her son whom she later shot as he had rabies. That was bad ass.

My eyes have seen wonders of the world. May I read them🤲🏾. I have been dreaming for like FOREVER to read 📖 Toni Morrison and here she is. In my arms, sorry phone😢. Why isn’t this hardcopy 😭😭😭😭😭😭? The second of the two straight books 📚 .

A miracle. A mercy I received from the universe. An opium… The 2015 movie Carol which featured our dearest, loved *Cate Blanchett* as one of the Lesbian heroine (how does someone who has been married to a man since 1996 act all the badass Lesbian movies? First Taŕ now this🥺🥺) was a rip off from The Price of Salt  🥳🥳🥳. How do I get the hardcopy 😭😭😭.  Books 📚 as this are best read 📖 holding them in your lovely arms, and time to time smelling the feel good dopamine, they release.

The year makes me high. 1928!!! wow!! How did they do this? Pening such unholy thoughts in those primitive times.

This is is a fucking lesbian classic. Dope as fuck. I don’t have to read this to know that I love it.

A great blessing. When someone encouraged me to write more of myself and then Georgie sent me a mastodon link. I was shocked 😲 to discover Woolf was a fucking lesbian. A WLW. Kai! Womxn as this drives me nuts 🤪. In a good way🙂, of course 🙃. 

Carmilla will be the first book 📙, I will be reading 📖 about Sheridan Le Fanu. I cannot wait. It is a fucking classic lesbian literature anything!

Come my love 😍, we would make a great team😎. Virginia Woolf to the world. Damn!! She’s always famous to the world 🥳🥳🥳.

Yup, I confess! Being a bastard attracted me to this. I can’t wait to explore what the Dorothy holds for us bastards and misfits of the world.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Audre Lorde😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. I have dreamt of reading 📖 her minds for like FOREVER. One of pioneers abi the second famous person to write openly and fearlessly on lesbian literature. I used famous because of people like myself who are unknown and unrecognised. Poor and unknown eople might be living and aggressively writing within the time 1800s when the first lesbian literature came our. Toorh, because poverty is a curse and as our society favours the rich. She/they might have been killed and their works set ablaze.

The book title. The book title drew me to it. The author’s surname is Peters and mine is Peters 😁. Wow.



After reading 📖 the straight books 📚, I shall delve deeply into the lesbian literature and I shall not stop.

Matter of fact, I will begin with Virginia Woolf and Audre Lorde first, in case I get involved in an accident or fall ill and die (uncertainty is what makes life beautiful), I and the person or persons who dies the same time and sec as I did, I shall boast and continously talk about Audre and Woolf till my companion/s are worn out and beat me. I will not relent I shall talk till we pass the other side and separate from each other.

A Song for you by Robyn Crawford Review

After completion of the book 📙, A Song for you. I just rolled my eyes like this🙄🙄. Then hissed like this, mtcheeeeeeeew😒😒😒.

Who does Robyn think we are sef? Small pickin dem??

But OMG!! I cannot deny the fact It was a good book😭😭😭. I had to refrain myself not to read it at a goal but to extend reading it.

I appreciate the fact that Robyn Crawford did not take anger, frustration and racial discrimination as an excuse to the domestic abuse her mother suffered in the hands of her father unlike Viola Davis who did in her book, Finding Me. I am angry at how Viola could ‘understand‘ her father. How she could be so understanding.. so forgiving of her abusive and unfaithful father whom I must add, changed when she became famous and he was weary with age. I still can’t understand how womxn tolerate and condone abuse and unfaithfulness in relationships with men.

Commuting to work one morning while reading A Song for You, I felt I was missing something. That I had left something behind at home.

It was my subconscious missing holding a book 📙. I’d give anything to turn A Song for you into a hardcopy😭.

Whitney Houston could afford to bore a $20,000 dollars loss on a condo which she bought because Robyn Crawford felt she needed her space away from Whitney and wanted to separate professional life from private life, then gift her a $100,000 to buy  a house. God why don’t I have friends like that😭😭?


So lemme understand this,
You are deeply in love with somebody. You both kiss, have sex and do drugs for some time. One morning, she comes over with a bible saying, you guys have to stop. Because being with a same gender is a sin. she wants to hsve kids and a normal relationship. And you both relationship is a sin. However, god understands your love for each other. You both write down your love for each other at the back of the bible.

Then from then, you guy never had sex again? Even when you are both high and alone, sharing apartments together and sleeping on each other’s arms. Tarrh get out! Who does Robyn Crawford think we are? Children??

I understand what she is trying to do, seriously I do, but it is better she didn’t say anything at all, than write this.

However, it wasa good read 📖.

Photo of Robyn and Whitney.

Why you shouldn’t get married.

Let’s be realistic, by 2100s marriage will be redundant. Only stupid people will want to  get married.

People who want marriage will be like flat earthers.

There will be more single mums. Children given birth via IVFs and AIs (I am talking about Artificial insemination not Artificial Intelligence).
There will be partners, yes, love interests, sexual cohabitation, flings and maybe, maybe unions. But there will be no marriage.

We already complain about high rate of divorce, this occurs because womxn are unwilling to put up with men’s bullshits any longer. Working class single mothers are happier single than when married or with male partners. Womxn are waking up to realise that marriage is an archaic patriarchal tradition set to enslave them. MARRIAGE CAN NEVER FAVOUR YOU as a womxn!

Why do you think in marriages, the womxn has to change her name or alter her name by adding hypen whatever and the man isn’t required to do those things? Why do you think children are acclaimed to be the man’s property? We all know the nine months suffering and housing and labour is done by the womxn.

Why do you think womxn are still required to do housechores regardless of whether she provides half the bills. Or works tirelessly at the office?

There are some people, once they know you’re married. They just need to know your husband’s name and boom… you are Mrs husband’s name. You don’t have to tell them, they are that stupid. They take pride in calling you, Mrs husband’s name.

Yes, yes, wait fess. Chill. Calm down. I know what you want to say. Men provide for the family and are the defenders (against fellow men sha). Blah. Blah. Blah.

And that is it. Poverty and fear of being attacked by men are reasons, womxn get married or remain in marriages.

By 2100s, there will be much independence, womxn will no longer be dependent on husbands or boyfriends or sugardaddies or whatever. They will depend on themselves.

From studies in the US and in most developed countries, we discover that there are lower rate of marriages ⚭ and higher rate of divorce cases ⚮.

Then lemme give you the big one. My main reason for these post. Why would anyone validate my relationship with my partner? Who are you to tell me whether I am married or not? Or give me some silly paper as marriage certificate. My partner and I validate our relationship not the state or the court or the church.

If we want to break up, you meet you again to break us up, and perhaps spend more money. That’s ridiculous!

“We have to call out sexism and misogyny when we see it.” This statement was said by the feminist, Tech journalist, the founder of Pando and mother of two children, Sarah Lacy.

I didn’t call out mine yesterday at our tribal meeting. I sat glue on my chair, mouth opened, dumb-struck.

Really? Was this really happening right in front of me? Was I seated there, absorbing it all in, not saying a word of protest? Not affirming my stand on gender equality. I’ve always known my tribal culture and norms are misogynistic. But then, Nigeria is rooted on misogyny!

This is why I barely come out or hangout with people. I go out and just fight, fight, fight and fight. I am tired to fight.

Should I? Should I not? Ran repeatedly in my head till the matter was over and I closed my mouth without raising my voice, nor raising an alarm. Two times, I had ‘let it slide’. How do people know something exist without calling them out?

Our vice president stood up to address us, then our Host interrupted her and told us how Ikwerre women are so ‘respected’ and ‘treasured’ that they are not permitted to stand up to talk where men are seated. They seat down, men can stand. ‘It is our culture.’

While this was ringing in my head, our president stood up and told us, we are a sociocultural group, meaning regardless of equal rights, women’s rights. We would uphold our culture. Culture is culture. ☹️

Why did I attend yesterday’s meeting? I should have stayed home.

Why is there change? Why do we want to change situations, economy, presidents etc? Why do we feel the need to change?

We want changes because we want growth. We want to be better. Change sometimes means development.


Are we a progressive organisation or are we a cultural archaic organisation stuck in our culture created by men? There are tons of shits our foreparents did as Ikwerre culture which we will NEVER do now.

I keep saying this, and I will repeat and keep repeating it. Culture and tradition are made by men.

Whatever culture and tradition which does align to equality, burn it down. Whatever table that cannot accommodate womxn, use an axe break it, scatter the table and set it on fire 🔥! Any law that doesn’t permit progress for womxn, we burn it down! Upending the patriarchy is our ultimate goal✊🏾.

Gender equality or gender equality! No room for discussion. That is our goal.
   

Sometime in 30th April 2024

I sat at my official rock 💺, minding my business as always 😌. When this navy blue corolla packed across the express, gesturing and beckoning on us. Every photographer was at alert that moment.

You come.

Who? Me?

Me?

No. You.

They wanted me😦. I felt important at that moment☺️. In that moment, it was bliss. Nobody has ever called out to me before, I meant I knew fucking nobody who knew me enough to single me out and pick me

If you pass my pictures to half a billion people none of them would know me. I am unknown in this world 😑.

I gaited over, feeling on top of the world, my head swollen with pride as I blush ear to ear, trying hard to hide the grin on my face🤭. It was a customer turn friend turn brother🫂.

He bore the same name as the president of Nigeria and so it was easy to be friends with him 🤝🏾. He wanted to take passport.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I repeatedly in my head.

Arrrrgghhhh!!!

A lecturer once said in class, EVERY NIGERIAN IS A THIEF!

As a ‘Nigerian’, I composed myself. Let out a flat smile and informed him about our union rule. But if he could take a selfie 🤳🏾 and send, I can print and better still, return to his office while I meet him there. He wanted me to take the ‘selfie’. Going back and forth, a colleague came over and took them over to the stand☹️. My face was like this☹️😡🤬.

I was surprised to how my customer/friend and his friend defended me and insisted I took the passport. But Rule is rule.  So the passport who was on turn took the 0, while they transferred the money to me to pay him.

Na so I get N1500 wey I no work for😁.

The colleague who brought them over wanted us to hold a meeting for my ‘bad’ conduct and have me punished. But another, the one on turn turn on him and said, “are you calling for a meeting to judge her or what? After what you did earlier?”

Earlier, a man called out someone. This fraudulent colleague of mine asked the one to turn back. Because the man was calling on him. At the end of the day, he was calling for a photographer, it was an agent seated beside me, he beckoned at. The lies and quarrel weren’t necessary.

Be Kind, Help People

I cringe within me whenever somebody said, “I am helping you because of God.” It means, take god away and they are heartless. 

If you cannot help a human around you, a person whom you see with your eyes, and can touch them, instead help them because of a Being you have never met. You are a psychopath.


If you want to help someone,
Help them because they are in need of help and you can afford to help them.

Help them because you are a kind person. Help them because you are human too, and as a human, you feel, you love, you cry. You understand.

Help them because the dead cannot help the dead, only the living help the living, and the dead, too.

Help them because god placed you in a position to help. Help them because god has been so good to you and you are a bearer of his goodness. You want to reflect him.

Don’t fucking help them because of ‘god’.

When do you feel most productive?

I feel most productive when I have had a lot of customers call for passport photographs, and I wrote something which I find myself getting lost in the work.

Writing makes me feel most productive.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

I choose to read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee instead of my DREAM BOOK, A Song for you by Robyn crawford.

I want to read Robyn’s Memoir so bad…🤧. But it looks like the most interesting thing in my life right now🤧🤧🤧. I want to preserve it, save it, own it, box it and importantly, love it with all my heart ♥. I will read 📖 it next 😔.

Before I start any review, I must state that;

Such persons as Atticus does not exist. This character is much too perfect. Even George isn’t this calm and collected and sweet and less angry 😡. My hubby George has been picking on me for a while, making me angry and getting angry at me. I am no longer on speaking terms with him. I am keeping malice 😾.


Mrs. Dubose; a fowl-mouthed woman who enjoys throwing insults, even after her death, Atticus had kind words to give. How can someone be so selfless and kind?

I’ve heard a great deal about this book, to Kill a Mockingbird. Reading 📖, Kathryn Stockett’s The Help Aibileen requested for To Kill a Mockingbird from Ms Skeeter. It was banned at Black libraries and illegal for Blacks to read 📖.

That aroused my interest to read 📖 it.

I faltered in the first chapter of To Kill a Mockingbird 🤦🏾‍♀️. On Mother Nature, I was uninterested as fuck.

Googling here and there for an idea on what the book was about to charge my interest.
Then I encountered a ray of hope, Harper Lee was a womxn😅.

Towards the end of chapter one, I received another revelation, the narrator was a female 😅. 

Harper Lee is also humorous in her writing ☺️. These were building steps.

I am glad, I and Mockingbird begun getting along just fine🤝🏾.


Miss Caroline telling the narrator (whose name we are not then sure of but guessed then was Jeane) to stop writing because it isn’t expected of first graders to write till they get to third grade is a semblance of our society towards the upbringing of a human. We teach our children obedience instead of curiosity. We forced children to conform, follow the crowd instead to form thoughts for themselves.

Miss Muadie through chastening of the footwashing Baptists made me realised, Religion is a strong shield for women hate game. This is a reason why I can never be religious. Even Janism and Wicca which I was told are the most Liberal and tolerant religion for womxn, during my research on Wiccan I discovered out of the three deities (two gods and a goddess), the male are the most dominant. How can a he be the supreme being of witchcraft?? Nonsense. I didn’t need to research about Jainism to know their figurehead was male.


In teens, when the sense of belonging overrules your individuality. You craving to belong somewhere, to be part of something bigger than you. The feeling of loneliness roars deep and you wish to belong. I had a cousin whom I followed along with his friends, we were all supposed to go somewhere. But he stopped, and asked I go back. This journey was for the ‘boys’. Some of the boys didn’t agree with his decision but I was a girl and his relative so… that incident still stuck by me.


I get excited by those who stand up for the right things regardless how hard it might be. Standing up for just against friends and foe, publicly declaring your stand to things. May I get to do what’s right even if it doesn’t favour me 🙏🏾.



Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don’t pretend to understand…

Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving gender equality comes up, is something I don’t pretend to understand… I draw analogy from racism to gender. People believe men are superior to womxn. People believe whites are superior to blacks.


If clergymen don’t preach misogyny, services won’t hold that day. Was Harper Lee a man, she won’t have pointed this out. Men are perfect in the eyes of men 🙂.  That’s why I believe that male writers are good for and should be read by men.





I got to the part of the court case in To Kill a Mockingbird and honestly, I was not impressed 😏. 

Tom Robinson doesn’t have one iota of sense in his head. Na coconut dey im head. How can you go in to help a white girl whom you have been acquainted with for over a year, ALONE inside a room? How can you remain comfortable after she had told you, she sent the children away to buy ice-cream and she saved money up for the reason? How can you NOT be alarmed after the door she claimed to be faulty was just fine?


This is the difference between being female and being male.

Rape, sexual abuse is wom101, you are taught from birth as a female.

As soon as a man calls you in, to his compound which suddenly is alone and he informs you, he sent everyone away, the singing song that goes into your head is… AWAY. You RUN!!!


Men do not suffer sexual abuse the way womxn do because men are mostly, 99.9% the abusers, the rapists. Even a day old and months old female babies aren’t spared by these people.

So I am not surprised Tom Robinson could relax around Mayella without reading the room.



My favourite character in the book is the narrator, Jean Louise (Scout). Unlike her father, Atticus whom Ewell could approach, spit on his face, threatened to kill him, curse him with vulgar names and try to engage him in a fight. Only for him to end it up “Too proud to fight, you nigger-lovin‘ bastard?” With “No, too old,” put his hands in his pockets and gaited away.

Scout fought. My favourite parts are where her brother threatened to spank her if she continued to trouble Aunt Alexandra, she immediately rushed him and they fought. Even after he punched her hard at the belly, she continued still fighting him until their father separated them.


And also, the scene she defiantly told her brother, Jem and Reverend Sykes “ _I most certainly do, I c’n understand anything you can._”  when he pointed out that she doesn’t understand the case that was going on in court. She was only 8 years old.

Reminds me of my younger sister who is going to 8 by May and stopped attending meetings of Jehovah’s witness because she hates it.

I hate movies. Here’s the movie telling us a totally different story from what the  book stated about the narrator’s first time meeting Mr Arthur ‘Boo’ Radley just like they desecrated Alice Walker’s masterpiece *The Colour purple* . Movies are for enjoyment, books are for reflection. I prefer books 📚. Anytime. I’d be watching the 1900s movie of to kill a Mockingbird though. Also that of the colour purple. Recent movies are too fake for my liking. To good books 🍸, may we always find them to read them.

One of the reviews in current book 📙, Falconer by John Cheever stated that 20-30 minutes into reading 📖, the reader would be overwhelmed. I’ve read for over an hour, and I am yet to find anything fascinating or captivating. The picture is taken at my stand where I sat, cross-legged and forcing myself to read 📖 the trash.

Spread Kind Words, suicidal people exist

Suicide.

What’s suicide? How does this work?

Several people will never understand how it feels to be locked up in your head, tortured by angry demons, who rages and rages at you. You perceive only the bad. What’s your future like? Is there a future for you?


Wait. . .

Aren’t we all going to die anyway? Whether I die now, abi I die later. All die na die. What’s the essence of being alive? What’s the need to live? What’s life actually about?

Why isn’t there a manual for this bullshit we call living? Will it get better for me? Can I peek a little at my future and know if it is worth the wait?


Oh, god! I understand it. I have been there. I watch, read comments and status, listen to people make unruly remarks about suicidial people and those who crossed over because they are unable to bore the heat in the kitchen. Comments and posts so dangerous, they will make a suicidal person go ahead with their intentions. People aren’t kind☹️.

A friend once told me, you just have to think about positive things. Write down 5 things you are grateful for. Oh it is that easy? I can scramble 5 things about the day and feel happy? Is it so easy for me to just to write even ONE thing I am grateful for?

A friend once posted a video mimicking how motivational speakers and society talk. Few of them stated, are you depressed? Don’t be depressed. Are you sad? Be happy!

Oh how easy it is for those who had never experience suicidal thoughts before.

What they don’t understand is;

Suicide makes you not see anything positive in your life. There will be nothing good about you to you. It is just a dark fog. Shadows everywhere. You raise your hands and voice for help, but you are drowned by doubt. The only light is outside. The relief of dead.

Mental health issues is REAL. You are in luck, if you had never suffered from any before. However, I beg you, please be kind.

People who post about wanting to commit suicide aren’t seeking attention.


A boy posted about committing suicide in Rivers State. Suddenly everybody became bothered, lol😾. “Why didn’t he reach out to me?” “We both were laughing and joking throughout the night.” “He should have opened up.”

“If you have suicide. Speak up!” It is easy to say. Why should they speak up? Will you understand their predicament? How safe have you made yourself for those depressed and suicidal people to lean on. To share? No, instead you put hot waters on them. You brush them off with silly motivational talks, after all everybody get problem.

Therapy. Kind words. More kind words. Can help a suicidial person. Giving a little of your time. Offering kind words and providing a safe haven can help a suicidal person.

When we make helping our fellow humans our business, spreading love and kind words. Showing we actually care. We can make this world a little better. Leave a person, a little happier. What are we living for other than raise a helping hand to those in need, feel the pains of others.

P. S. The happiest of people in the world, are the most depressed people with suicidal thoughts.

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