I Can’t Give Her What She Wants

“The girl is not the problem. The problem is me.”

If am going to explain this; all am going to say (without me actually understanding it) is that: I can’t wrap my head around women. Not because they didn’t seem cool or normal. But because am scared I might not be able to give them what they want.

Women want to feel save – but I don’t want to do so.

They want a loving husband – when am just a simple partner.

Loving is sweet – but sometimes I prefer a simple partner.

What should I do?

“There’s only one thing that I want. I want my woman to have a base, a base where I could meet her, a base where I could say, “Yeah, am going to meet my babe,” where actually am not feeling attached. But the problem is: will any woman allow her man to live such a life..!!?”


Will any woman allow her man to be?

Let assume am dating your sister, and one day she walk up to you, and she told you how she met this man. He is caring, have good physique, and oh, he’s very gentle. But the problem is: he didn’t want to live with his wife. He strongly want to be alone. What Will You Do?

Will you allow her to marry such a useless asshole? Or will you advise her to follow her dream? – This is the problem that I have: I don’t want to be with women. But I deeply respect them.

Some people say ‘that’s just a lie,’ how will you love someone and not wanting to be with them? – Well, all I could say is that, am not that hard of a man, but when am in retrospective, I prefer the staying alone.

Yeah… It seem staying alone makes him happy.

If we should all be honest, sometimes (if not most of the time) we deeply want to question ourselves. Our values, does it align with our goals? And when we couldn’t find the answers, we feel lost.

Although, am not that a selfish prick. But I think right now, am going to be one. Because I don’t think there’s any benefits in trying not to offend my woman when in contrast, I am offending myself?

I want to date a woman – but am not in anyway interested in being bug down. I just want to be free…

But a problem is coming to pass…

I have already gotten a girlfriend.

She’s been keeping up with me all the time, accepting whom I am. But most times, I still feel like being fake. I feel like am not being genuine. Trying to compromise myself, all because of making her secure. It seem weird.

Maybe I shouldn’t hurt the woman, or I shouldn’t hurt her ego. But the truth is: I don’t want to get married. And if I must end up in marriage, I want us to live apart.

And if that mean am going to stay lonely, well, so be it. I just can’t force myself in a relationship where I couldn’t be there for the woman.


“God will never give out money, He can only give out the ideas.”

I was worried. Yes. But not about mundane things. I was worried because I couldn’t figure out my life.

I know, people say you should figure out your purpose. Yes… I have. But what about finance? What about sleepless night worrying about debt? Some will say I shouldn’t worry about the small stuff. That I should focus on the big picture. But wait…!! What big picture are they talking about? When am still struggling to put food on the table? No way! I have to say a BIG No!

It’s not that I don’t want to believe in the fallacy, “Yeah, find what you love doing and you wouldn’t work the rest of your life,” fuck it! We gotta work our ass off. We gotta do the shit we didn’t wanted to do. ‘There’s no money, and am also hanging on a debt, and you’re telling me to believe on my dream? Which fucking dream..!!?’ but the reality is right here staring me in the face: I am broke. Period.

But upon all these calamities, I can still see something I didn’t manage to see (at least back then). I didn’t manage to understand that, “God will never give you money, He can only pass you the idea,” very liberating.

I was one of a hardcore, at least when talking about life. I only believe in living a simple life. Sometimes the idea of getting married make me sick. While sometimes I just feel like doing nothing. But mostly I hate the responsibility. Having to deal with emotions, asking whereabouts, differences in values and much more. It doesn’t seem cool to me. But then I decide; if God can give idea on how to overcome all these huddles, then why wouldn’t He do the same in relationship? Believe me, I was left dumbfounded.

That means to say, I was the one making the stuff up. I was the one affecting my life. God didn’t sent me to borrow money, I was the one coming up with the idea. Although, if the money I borrowed really yield a good wonderful return, well, I wouldn’t be here ranting. But yeah, we all have our own unique stupidity of making our lives more miserable. Making decisions we shouldn’t have made. But now, it seem have learned some lessons.

So instead of beating myself up. I want to eradicate this. I want to find some ways out. Maybe, I mean maybe, I might come out victorious at the end of this tunnel.

…because right now, I can only keep on hoping.

Taking My Brother To His Next Struggling Of Life

Life! You unpredictable asshole. Fuck you! Yes. Fuck you more. Because you really fuck my brother. You stupid asshole.

I love my brother because he’s ain’t a loser. He’s a hustler. He has tried all his best to become great, but it seem, nothing work his way.

I know – we all face some fuckup in life. Where there’s nothing else we could do except to fall back home for cover. To someone that could hold us tight and remind us of all our dreams. All our goals. And all our ambitions. We all need that person. That special someone that could understand us better. We all need them.

I didn’t know what else I could do when I received his call,

“Brother I am coming back home,” he said, crying, “My life is a mess. Big bro, I really fucked up. I didn’t know I wouldn’t make it in life. I didn’t know I will end up this way. I was just trying to become the best possible version of myself. Life. Life. Life really fuck me hard. Please brother, allow me to fall back home. I couldn’t continue living like this.”

By then I was also crying.

I didn’t know why. Maybe because I really love my brother? Maybe he’s the best I ever got? I just can’t say. Because since the day of my life, I haven’t shed a tear. I was a tough dude. But hearing my brother’s stories really fuck me up. I cried like a little baby.

I think we all have our down time. Where we couldn’t keep our toughness. Except to release all the emotions out.

“Okay brother, come back home. I believe, God will lead us through.”

I said. And we both hung up.

My brother finally arrived. I was happy. And I was sad. I was happy because I met my brother. I was sad because I was also a miserable dude. My life isn’t where I want it to be. And I am also a fuckup dude like him.

And here is my brother, trying to live with me. A penniless asshole with a nothingness brother! What a merciless life?

I accept the fate and put my act together.

I started making some calls. And thank God, I finally find someone who knew someone that help us call someone so that my brother can have at least a place to be working. Staying home doing nothing won’t do anyone any good.

We finally went for the interview (yeah I followed my brother up there) and he started working immediately.

But I was scared, because I couldn’t figure out what might happen to my brother in the nearest future.

I believe in his capabilities – but tell me, how many people can survive the cruelties of life? How many people can face it head on?

If I said I was a tough dude. Is my brother going to be tough like me? Is he going to face the shit head on like me?

I prayed he will.

What is your own life of stories?

Where did you cried because nobody understand you?

Please don’t cry. I want you to hold up your mind and put all the trust in your God. And I believe, He will surely push you through.

I am your brother. And you’re also my brother. Please let face this shit head on. Let fight this battles. Even when we get tired, please, don’t let us give up.

I love you. Because I love my brother. And you’re also my brother. Even though we’re not related in blood.

Have a wonderful life.

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NOW I UNDERSTAND: My Brother Wife Nearly Killed Me.

I hope this article won’t kill me.

In fact, the title alone is enough to make the job done, (yeah, if they really wanted to kill me), because am going to offend some intimate friends.

Well, (I hope they don’t kill me sha).


You know, . . .

Truth hurt.

Like hell.

But the thing is: Why will God even assign you a job when knowing that you wouldn’t do it right?


He can only assign you the task because He did believe you’re going to deliver a perfect match.

So, I think am going to exceeded my expectations limit. You know?

“May God help me.”

Hen hen, so, where are we started?

Okay, don’t drink yet. Let explain this first . . .

This is how it normally happens: By advicing me how to live my life in a proper way.

This is how she deeply advice me . . .

“Ah Fighter, (yeah, she normally call me ‘fighter’ at home) you better don’t fall for beauty. Pay attention to attitude first. If she’s beautiful and lack house materials, then, you’re both going to live a miserable life.”

“Beauty is a scam. You need to know more about her background. Pay attention to how she behave around you. Taking care of family is deeply important. Beauty is nothing compares to having a proper home training.”

“You need to forget all about beauty and worship and adore her attitude instead.”

Okay okay sis, what are you trying to implement?

(Almost in a concerning and empathetic tone she said):

“Marry someone not because of her beauty, but because of her attitude. Beauty is nothing!”

Thanks sis for telling me all this, but am confused, I think yah father didn’t marry because of say; yah mother is ugly? Did he?

‘We both joyfully married because we both resemble each other.’

Thinking of the devil!

And you know fucking what?

I really appreciate her concern. In fact, I was deeply moved.

But something is bizarre.

She keep on telling me not to fall for beauty, that instead, her behavior is the most important factor in relationships or marriage. But wait:

Must we only date ugly women?

Or why is it that people have a tendency of saying: beautiful women are the least ‘good’ for marriage? As if, only ugly women are the most special creature of habit.

But what I didn’t realize at the time is that: . . .

My beautiful brothers wife isn’t that beautiful at all. In fact, quite the opposite.

‘They said we should stop dating beautiful women, that they only have attractive body but ugly mindset and extra ‘dandorf’ attitude. So, what do we do horney?’

People will surely advice you against what they are.

If you’re a womanizer, you won’t ever give people advice about having a single woman through out their life. You’ll cutely tell them that in fact, dating plenty women is better.

And if you’re a gymnastic, you won’t ever tell people to eat garbage and stop exercising just because you want them to be great. Nope. Quite the opposite. You’ll tell them to be true to themselves and kick their ass off. That’s the only way to get them into taking actions.

And you’re advicing them not to feel better, but because that is actually who you really are.

So that’s the same about life. People either advice you base on what they know/believe rather than what they think is right.

“You think I should marry something like this just because attitude is better? Keep on dreaming sis.”

Fuck attitude! But wait?

What if she’s beautiful and still have the proper attitude?

You think that isn’t possible?

Well, it’s possible. In fact it common. Only that, people who have balls and can’t just settle for less are the one who ends up getting them.

And if you think beauty is nothing that only attitude is the best then that say a lot about you.

Yeah! It mean, you’re ain’t that beautiful.

Yes! I did say that.

You’re ain’t that beautiful.

And for my niggas out there . . .

You better use your brain.

Yes! Use your fucking brain.

Until we meet again. . .

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I Thought I Was Doing A Great Job, But No, I Was Being Exploited.

I don’t really know if you should start getting in love or you should start running from it. You know, it’s kind of a dilemma.

Sometimes you’ll meet people with some good intentions and yet they’re there to squeeze all the goods they’re capable of squeezing out of you.

And if you still doesn’t get it, they started finding ways to dig deeper.

What if you still failed to know better? Then be ready for a lifetime of a dilemma (don’t check your dictionary yet).

In fact, they can even turn to everlasting lovers as long as they’re getting what they really wanted.

Or “have you ever seen someone as ugly as she is still trying to file a complain about not meeting handsome and awesome guys out there? Or that guy’s just can’t pay up to her standard?”

It’s a bizarre you know, for some ugly fuck face to be claiming to date extremely handsome guy even with nothing to bring to the table.

Yet, they will still be the one to tell you that you should take care of women, that you should pamper them and provide for all their needs. When in reality, these same women are the most ugliest among the beauties.

Seriously, it’s kind of annoyed when seeing these fuck face jamming their tongues about men.

‘What? You said you want to date handsome and reasonable guys? What are you? A bunch of dick head?’

“During some period of times, I dated plenty women. I go out almost every day a week. But what really strike me most is this: during the said time, am into a business that really pays me much without giving too much stress from my side. And without giving it a lot of thoughts, I occasionally spend money for girls I love, or let just say like. Not because they’re playing trick on me or because am trying to lure them with money, but because I really like them and I really want to, and sincerely speaking, I am more than happy to spend my not-too-hard earned money on them. But the results highly surprised me. These girls doesn’t really give a fuck about me, instead, they keep on proving how stupid I am. Like am just there to take good care of their needs. What a crazy bastards?”

“Is there a crime showing how caring I am? Why can’t women just understand me?”

“I really like them that’s why am spending my money on them. But why are they treating me this way?”

I keep on asking myself question upon questions, in the end, I realized; girls don’t really care about who you be, seriously speaking, who you be should go to hell. They only care about feelings. Yes! How they feel about you.

And if you join stupidity with feelings, that you still need to take care of women, wait till those girl started dumping you. Then your head will correct.

Maybe after some girls beat your heads up, you’ll run down somewhere like this thinking about life?

Love women but don’t think taking care of their needs will give you a blow-job. No. It won’t.

So, does that mean you should be a dick-head?

Well, not really.

But if being a dick-headed guy will get the job done, you better start being one.

‘Yeah, be a little asshole.’

John Cena won’t take shit from anyone, and nor should you.

“But wait, that picture ain’t John Cena.’

Yeah, you’re right. Just keep on reading.

And hey, there’s nothing more to read anyway.

But keep your head straight and forget about pampering girls. (They don’t really want your hard-earned money 💰💰💰 they only want you to fuck them hard).

And please, don’t mix ‘being a husband’ with someone who can drive girl crazy, nope. There’s different between the two.

So, fuck her like a crazy beast.


Have a wild life.

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