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DO YOU THINK THAT SANITARY TOWELS SHOULD BE SUBSIDIZED LIKE THE CONDOM?



Since she started buying her sanitary towels with her hard-earned money, she opened an excel sheet where she created data, updated every month. This also accommodated the contributions of her parents during her early years and each month after an update, the amount would draw closer to buying land in Epe…

She hardly used condoms but her boyfriend buys a pack once in four months, sometimes 6 months. Once he got it for free. It was a souvenir at a wedding party. It lasted for almost a year…

 

They call it KONJI! When it falls upon you, it is like an electric shock. If you are strong enough it would go as soon as it came. If you are not, well you will have to do “the do” although making sure it's with someone pure of any infectious disease. If you are not sure then you have to use a raincoat so no devilish rain will drench you towards death. The condom becomes your PADI, that's if your KONJI allows you to even think up to this level…

 

From Medieval times, menstruation has been a curse for both men and women. 

"Why cannot I be with thee my lady?"

"Oh me lord, it is but that time when thy maiden must be separated from her betrothed." 

And na so oga go visit pub houses to find one Rahab wen no dey see period. As there were no condoms then, Rahab will probably take in and give birth to a bastard child that will either kill his father like King Odewale or marry his mother. The world has been turning on its own for a long time...

 

Calculators say that the percentage of men who use condoms is way higher than women who do. So maybe if King Solomon knew about this, racism, tribalism, ethnic differences will not be trending especially in America 😐. Donald Trump for be Yoruba Alfa sef... Just kidding!!!

 

Condoms have also triggered broken marriages, in terms of trust issues:

"So you think I cheated on you with Amaka and that is why you need me to use a condom to have sex with you?"

"I know it's not only with Amaka, but I also saw you with Aisha and Bukola last week!"

"And you think I don't know that Mohammed at the gate is the father of the child you secretly aborted claiming you needed to take agbo for malaria? I should be the one demanding you used a condom! Imagine, an aboki!!! Haaaaaa....."

 

I attended a 7-year-old birthday party, my colleague’s son. He claimed he found a balloon in his father's room and was puffing it with air so it would be part of the decorations for his party. His mother regretted buying it to prevent another spontaneous pregnancy. But it was just a balloon-like object so why was she worried. CONDOMS ARE TAGGED IMMORAL - SANITARY TOWELS ARE TAGGED IMPURE. So, there we have it!

 

If you find menstruation appealing as a female, well I am happy for you. Many of us do not. We dread, hate, regret and even get pregnant more often than necessary just to avoid it 😂. If you find sex sweet, needed and healthy, well I am happy for you as well...


Those who have thoughts on this have said their take. As you listen and analyze the videos below, may you remain blessed...







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