“I cook for my husband”= You’re a slave
“We split the bills”= Your husband is useless
“I spoil my wife”= You’re a simp
“I dress modestly”= You’re in an abusive marriage
“My wife and I make decisions together”= You’re not a real man
“I can’t do random nights out because I’m married” = You’re husband/wife is controlling
“My wife earns more than me”= You’re a useless leech
“My husband is the breadwinner”= You have no say since you bring nothing to the table
“I don’t need a male/female bestie because I’m married”= Your partner is insecure
This is how some of you see the world 😂
Y’all are far too pathetic and miserable to really understand what goes into making a marriage successful. Happy couples should keep it to themselves because you guys will find a fault in everything they do.
bro to bro: if you like skinnier girls, get yourself a skinny girl. if you like thicker girls, get yourself a thick girl. if you like fitness girls, get yourself a fit girl. you are entitled to your own preferences.
but what you are not going to do bro, is date a girl who is not your type and make her feel inferior to other girls.
1/5. During Covid I travelled with my family to Btz. So we stopped by Chikondi Stop Over for some snacks. M'mimba nde simunali bho. Nde ndinati ah ndipite kuseli kuja paja kuli ma toilet. Chimbudzi nde sichinali bwino icho. My pride couldn't let me use it.
It’s the negativity surrounding these things that makes people keep them private. The internet is filled with miserable people, and misery always looks for company.
If I came online and said I’d gladly cook for my husband at 1 a.m., people would call me foolish or desperate. But what if that’s simply my love language? What if I genuinely want to make him food because I know he’s exhausted after spending hours working to provide comfort and stability for us, sometimes surviving on barely two hours of sleep?
And when a man says he hates seeing his wife struggle to do chores or do physically demanding works around the house l, other men mock him for “spoiling” his wife too much, as though loving your partner with softness and care is something shameful.
That’s why many people choose to keep the beautiful parts of their relationships quiet. Some things are too genuine to be constantly exposed to bitterness and projection.
I had a mesho in college who had a habit of becoming born again now and again, especially close to exams or whenever he was chasing one of those holy holy girls. Suddenly he would stop drinking, start dressing properly, speaking softly and quoting Bible verses like a pastor’s apprentice. He would avoid me and my drunkard friends like we carried demons. But whenever he relapsed back into our sinful ways, he would immediately come looking for me and my drinking sprees. And when drunk, he loved screaming obscenities at the top of his voice in the middle of the night like a mad prophet.
So as usual, he became born again because of a certain premed girl he was interested in. He dressed decently, stayed sober and avoided my company completely. This time around it lasted so long that I genuinely thought perhaps the Lord had finally captured him for good. Then one night, while I was watching a series, I heard someone outside screaming obscenities. The voice sounded painfully familiar. Moments later, a friend knocked and said, “You need to go get your mesho. He is outside someone’s room causing chaos.” I rushed there and found him completely wasted. He was standing outside the room of a certain guy we called Atsogo. Atsogo was the spiritual father of the premed girl my mesho had been pursuing. The corridor was crowded. Doors were slightly open. People were peeping from inside rooms enjoying the drama.The moment my mesho saw me he pointed and shouted, “Nawenso mesho ma*** ako. Nawenso sumafuna ndigwire mwana yu!”
The premed girl was there too, crying and begging him to leave Atsogo alone.Apparently, after months of pursuing her, escorting her to church and behaving like a redeemed man, she had finally told him, “I am sorry, but I cannot date you. My spiritual father had a vision and says he sees no future between us. So you must stop talking to me and stop coming to church with me.” So naturally, he went to drink and came looking for Atsogo. He kept screaming, “Atsogo, I know your intentions you horny bastard! You want this girl. Come out and face me idiot!”
After trying to calm him down failed, I simply grabbed him and dragged him back to the room. He kept shouting nonsense the entire way back. The moment he hit the bed, he passed out within https://t.co/hrnAf7HJJW the weeks that followed, Atsogo indeed started dating the girl. This infuriated my mesho even further. Although he had stayed sober for a while after the incident, hearing that news pushed him straight back into https://t.co/pYnyqJwr7m night he got drunk again, he walked through the corridors loudly describing the anatomy of the girl’s hidden parts in disturbing detail. He kept saying Atsogo was eating what he had already eaten and discarded. He even nicknamed him “Neneli Onyenga.” Yet the truth was my mesho had not even kissed the girl. The next day, the girl came crying to our room begging him to tell people the truth because the rumours had ruined her relationship with Atsogo. My mesho told her he could indeed correct the story, but to do so he needed courage, and courage only came through alcohol. Therefore she had to buy him a full crate of Green.
The girl believed him and sent him money for a whole crate and some extra money.That night, after finishing almost the entire crate, my mesho staggered through the corridors again screaming, “Atsogo, she came to my room again. I ate her again and she gave me money to drink to express her gratitude towards my good performance!”
The death of journalism in Malawi is no longer a theory it is unfolding in real time. MISA Malawi has an enormous task ahead, because many journalists are no longer watchdogs.
They are politicians-in-waiting .It explains why investigative journalism is thinning out.
Gents, let’s stop acting entitled to control their bodies. If she wants to keep the pregnancy or abort, ultimately the decision is hers, even if you wanted the child.
Similarly, if she wants to keep it & you don’t your only option is financial abortion. Your pocket, your choice.