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This woman on tiktok made a video showing how she woke up as early as 4:am to cook for her husband, because it was Sunday and he was going to work so he needed to eat. She also added that husbands are scarce and when you find a good man in your life you better treat him right.
God, this woman was dragged, insult£d and a lot of ladies stitched the video and were mocking her.
Women were calling her a slave and a suffer head.
Going through a woman's social media page before asking her out is very important.
I was today years old when I found out the word “female” is offensive to many females. When did this happen? And now I will make sure I use female very often.
If you take modern women's online sentiment seriously, then you've not mastered the feminine act of cunning.
This woman will not follow her statement but she says it because it's popular, whilst hoping that a woman, any woman out there, takes her words and it works for her.
But as for her and her family living in Nigeria, that's all feminist rhetoric. The likelihood that in the next 2 months, this tweet will be deleted is very high.
Women are not honourable, even they, know that. It is why they never hold themselves or each other accountable.
Matt Damon says Christopher Nolan’s ‘THE ODYSSEY’ shows everything.
“If you’re having an existential crisis tied to the mast as you pass the Sirens, it’s there. If it says you’re running for your life from a Cyclops, you’re going to run for your life. Chris doesn’t hide the ball.”
(Source: https://t.co/Lf4sIyBxjs)
The Japanese are so deeply steeped in honor that if you so much as suspect them of wrongdoing, they could go as far as committing seppuku, not out of guilt, of course (well, sometimes, if it’s true), but as a final, irrevocable declaration of innocence. That’s how fiercely they guard their integrity.
In their world, shame is a heavier sentence than death; the stain on one’s name seeps into generations unborn; a wound no lifetime can heal. And so, to prevent all of that, they do the needful: seppuku.
It’s a culture where apology is not weakness but nobility. Where items that are not theirs are returned whole, not “Who be this? Okay na you get the iPhone 14 wey I find for road? Oga, your money na 2 million.” Where the bow is not just greeting but penance, and truth is not measured by convenience but by duty. A people so bound by the code of Bushido, the way of the warrior, that even their silence speaks of dignity.
And I think about that sometimes: how societies build themselves around the values they hold sacred. How, in some places, the loss of integrity brings death; while in others, the loss of integrity brings promotion. In Japan, a man will fall on his sword to preserve his name. Here, a man will sell his name for jollof steaming, AC chilling, Wi-Fi blazing, and still demand applause.
Different lands. Different gods. Different definitions of shame.