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4. Sex is not everything. Some men erroneously believe that once they have perfected the art of having sex, there are automatically deified as sex gods empowered by the authorities of the Kama Sutra. Consequent upon this is that women are seen as mere clientele within their spheres of carnal influence, through which they exercise their brutish trade and desecrate the altars of fidelity with droppings of disdain. I read the story of a handsome young man who at a rather early period become indoctrinated by his bloated pride and perceived he was the desire of any women. He plunged himself into wanton sexual escapades and several years after; he was an entire emotional wreck. Now he is trying to get things back in shape after plunging his life into the abyss of prurient pleasures. He discovered that what gave him utmost satisfaction was not the few seconds of climax he experienced, but his ability to love a woman wholly and give himself over to her benefit. He suddenly had to admit that he had wasted his youth trying to prove a point he never founded. After you show of strength, remember that it all comes down to how broad your shoulders are for her head to lay on, and how large your heart is to be her place of rest. Save your sex for when you marry her. If you kill her with excess of it, no one will sue you for the oath covers all circumstances. The size of your bushboy has nothing to do with her true joy.
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There is an increasing concern in my heart regarding how a lot of my fellow men have reduced the beauty of relating to the opposite sex to a thing of utter disgust. More and more women have genuine concerns about finding men with a sincere heart. I had written on the fact and truth that there are still more good men than the bad ones in the world today, and I stand by this conclusion any time. But I must not also ignore the fact that there are prating fools and growling Lions, laying siege on the females and seeking whom they may devour. These are men who go about beating their chest with an amazing hubris, and talking about their spoils in terms of how many women are dumped in their arsenals, as though life doesn’t present better courses of accomplishment. Everywhere you turn to, there is one lady whose heart has been broken, whose emotions have been seared, and whose future has been threatened. While it seems appropriate to highlight the good and encourage an appreciation of such, it behooves me to give a straight talk to those who seem to be enjoying the delusional state of female dominance, and those who romanticize their warped and supercilious mentalities as charisma. 
I have been engaged in a lot of reflection these days on how God speaks to us. Growing from the phase wherein I hoped for a deeply bold and crystal clear voice speak audibly to me, to a time when I become sensitive to His voice in my heart, I have severally enjoyed the leading of God in my life; sometimes to an embarrassing degree. At this point I am still learning how God speaks, and in the midst of it all I remain awed at the fact that I just cannot trap God in His ways. He chooses to speak in myriads of ways and limiting Him to certain parameters of communication becomes foolhardy.
Thoughts of a Calabarboy. 