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I’m actually sitting in front of a TV, watching Prince Harry and Meghan Markle's wedding ceremony.
These beautiful hymns bring back great memories... Memories of the good times before all the prosperity pastors came and destroyed everything about Christianity with their fakery.
Meghan's mum is one of those rare diamonds. Her voluntary obscurity; her silence throughout the pervasive hysteria. So dignified. She’s so beautiful. Never seen anyone with dreadlocks look so classy and royal.
Meanwhile, our Ajegunle-bred, crassly razz, class-less, sewer-faced feminists are fighting on social media over the joyful moment of another family. SMH! They cover their bitterness with their feminism.
Most of these naija overnight feminists are bitter, angry, uncouth and sex starved. What they project as feminism is pure frustration and nothing more.
These set of useless Naija Facebook feminists probably went to Church yesterday. To beg God again for a husband. God, with a smirk, will probably tell em to “fuck off my face, stupid. Go marry your feminism.”
Theirs is not feminism. It’s just bitterness that they are losers. That no man would kneel down to beg for their love. Why would any man beg for the love of a bitter, twisted, evil minded Jezebel cloaked in a fake feminism robe?
Freaking irritants always gatecrashing on the love story of others!
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