WHAT TO DO WHEN YOUR WIFE REFUSES TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU
I hope am talking to mature people here.

1. PREPARE HER
Sometimes it is not that she does not want to make love to you but that all you have to do is prepare her with foreplay to get her in the mood

2. DO NOT FORCE HER
Do not force yourself on her in the name of demanding for your conjugal rights. Forcing an adult to have sex is demeaning and disrespectful

3. CHECK IF YOU HAVE BEEN HURTING HER EMOTIONS
If you have been hurting or ignoring her emotions, she will struggle to be sexually attracted to you. Women make love with their heart. If her heart is bruised, she will struggle to give you her body

4. CHECK IF LAST TIME YOU WERE TOO ROUGH ON HER
If last time you were too rough on her leaving her vagina, clitoris or nipples sore; she might be uncomfortable about letting you have her. Learn to be gentle

5. CHECK IF YOU HAVE UNADDRESSED ISSUES
If there are matters in your marriage that are not being concluded, intimacy will suffer. Stop ignoring the issues. The sooner you solve them the better

6. CHECK IF SHE SUSPECTS YOU OF CHEATING
If she knows of or suspects you are cheating, it will be a barrier between you two. If you have been cheating, stop it and win back her trust. If she suspects but it is not true, allay her fears and make her secure

7. CUDDLE HER
Sometimes this means more to her than love making. This goes a long way to show her she is not a sex object. This secures her and in doing so, she will enjoy making love with you

8. GAUGE HER MENSTRUATION CYCLE
Know your wife's monthly period cycle. Not every wife lies they are on their periods

9. FIND OUT IF SOMETHING IS STRESSING HER
Maybe there is something outside of your marriage that is disturbing her, maybe it is work issues, financial issues, her health, the children, her parents, a past trauma. Hear her out and show her that you are on her side.

Menstrual health is a crucial aspect of women's health. Here are some key points:

Importance of Menstrual Health
1. Reproductive health: Menstruation is a natural part of reproductive health.
2. Hormonal balance: Menstruation is regulated by hormones, and irregularities can indicate hormonal imbalances.
3. Overall health: Menstrual health can impact overall physical and mental well-being.

Common Menstrual Issues
1. Dysmenorrhea: Painful periods, often accompanied by cramps, bloating, and mood changes.
2. Menstrual irregularities: Irregular periods, heavy or light bleeding, and changes in menstrual cycle length.
3. Premenstrual syndrome (PMS): Physical and emotional symptoms experienced before menstruation.

Menstrual Hygiene
1. Sanitary products: Pads, tampons, menstrual cups, and period panties.
2. Hygiene practices: Regular changing of sanitary products, washing hands, and maintaining genital hygiene.
3. Disposal: Proper disposal of sanitary products.

Managing Menstrual Health
1. Tracking periods: Keeping track of menstrual cycles to anticipate and prepare for periods.
2. Pain management: Using pain relievers, heat therapy, or other methods to manage menstrual cramps.
3. Lifestyle changes: Maintaining a healthy diet, exercising regularly, and managing stress to alleviate menstrual symptoms.

Breaking the Stigma
1. Open conversations: Encouraging open discussions about menstruation to break the stigma.
2. Education: Providing accurate information about menstrual health to promote awareness and understanding.
3. Support: Offering support and resources for individuals experiencing menstrual-related issues.

By prioritizing menstrual health, women can better manage their symptoms, improve their overall well-being, and break the stigma surrounding menstruation.

SOME WOMEN LEARN THESE LESSONS VERY LATE AFTER DESTROYING THEIR LIVES BY THEMSELVES

10 Brutal Truths Women Learn Too Late After Destroying Their Own Marriage

They thought they were upgrading. They thought leaving their husbands for “freedom” and “independence” would give them peace, happiness, and self-discovery.
Now they’re out here with tears behind their makeup, regrets hiding behind motivational captions, and loneliness haunting their nights.
Why?
Because they listened to bitter, man-hating feminists online who’ve never built a home, who despise structure, and who thrive on chaos.

Here are 10 painful realities women only realize after it’s too late:

1. No One Else Will Tolerate What Their Husband Did

That man they dumped was patient, loving, and forgiving. But outside? No man is willing to deal with your entitled, combative behavior.

2. Feminism Doesn’t Pay Rent

Online feminists will hype you up, but when you’re broke, lonely, and falling apart, they won’t offer a dime or a shoulder.

3. Sexual Market Value Drops with Age

You’re not 24 anymore. You’re older, more baggage, less patience. The options shrink. The demands increase. And most men now want younger, feminine, peaceful women.

4. “Freedom” Is Just Loneliness in Disguise

You thought you were escaping a “boring marriage,” now you’re eating dinner alone, faking happiness on Instagram, and battling depression in silence.

5. Your Kids Suffer the Most

You broke a family to chase trends. Now the children grow up emotionally fractured. No father. No stability. No structure.

6. Being a Single Mother Is Not a Badge of Honor

You thought it made you strong? It made life 10x harder. Now no high-value man wants to sign up for a ready-made burden.

7. Hypergamy Has a Deadline

You wanted a richer man, a more exciting man. Now you realize the pool you thought was full is actually shallow.

8. Attention Is Not the Same as Respect

You may still get likes and DMs. But no one respects you anymore. You’re entertainment, not investment.

9. Peace is Priceless, and You Threw It Away

He wasn’t perfect, but he gave you peace. Now your world is chaos, drama, and anxiety. And you caused it.

10. The Internet Doesn’t Care About Your Regret

You followed strangers online, now you’re suffering offline. And guess what? They’ve moved on. You’re the one paying the price.

This is the reality of modern women who traded submission for rebellion, family for fantasy, and wisdom for TikTok advice.

Let this be a warning: not all that glitters is gold. The streets are cold.

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WOMEN ONLY PRAISE YOU WHEN THEY ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU
Dear Young Man,

Be careful when Women are praising you in large numbers, just know you are perhaps doing something wrong.

When you start hearing ..

"Awwn, your wife will enjoy you.”
“You’re not like other men, you’re so different.”
“You’re so sensible. So intelligent.”
“You always know the right thing to say.”
“You’re such a gentleman. So nice.”
"You have a heart of Gold"
"You such a darling " and the list goes on.

At this point , you will think you are doing well and your head will be swollen while your shoulders will be up thinking that you have arrived. Big guy. Some guys (efulefu) even go about bragging about this

Listen up! The moment you start prioritizing yourself, caring less, stop being always available, stop spending recklessly on them, the moment you start saying NO to her manipulative tricks. Everything will change. The same mouth that praises you will rain causes on you.

Then you will start hearing
HE is “stingy,
"too proud.”
“You’ve changed, you’re no longer the sweet guy I used to know.”
“I pity the girl that will marry you.”
You will no longer be intelligent.
You will become “idiot with no sense that doesn't know how to take care of a woman”

The same “nice guy” who was once their dream man is now the villain. Don't be a nice guy.

The praises of women are like sweet poison. It tastes nice, but it can kill your purpose if you continue to simp too low to drink it.

Women don’t just love you for who you are, They love what you’re offering. They love the ride, not the rider. They love the Poverty alleviating scheme you have made available not you the provider.

Take away the gifts, the money, the attention, and suddenly, the “love” starts to look more like customer service.

Let your worth not be tied to how many women are clapping for you. Some are clapping because you’re dancing to their tune. Once you stop, they’ll boo you off the stage.

You are the PRIZE ,they won’t teach you that in school. They won’t teach you that in church. Society won’t even allow you believe it. But it’s the truth.

Young Man, Build yourself. Respect yourself. Be kind, yes, but don’t be foolish. Don’t trade your crown for validation.

Her “I love you” will be loudest when your pocket is full and your standards are low.

But when you start walking like a king, talk like a king, and live like a man who knows his worth, They will say: “he’s proud.”

Let them talk.

Get used to their hate.
You’re not here to be liked.

Stay dangerous.

In ancient Mesoamerica, xocolatl—a bitter drink made from ground cacao, water, and spices—was so prized it served as currency. Aztec warriors and nobles drank it in ceremonies, with Emperor Montezuma II valuing it for strength. When the Spanish arrived in 1521, they sweetened it with sugar and spices, paving the way for modern chocolate. Aztec women traditionally ground cacao on stone metates, mixing in vanilla, chili, and annatto. More than an energy boost, xocolatl was a sacred ritual in a deeply spiritual society.

Make I hear say Naija women go fit do this one

I don’t receive calls while driving but this person kept calling and calling until I decided to stop by the roadside and answer the call. It was an old friend who had come to town and wanted to see me.

As I sat parked, engrossed in the conversation, a soft tap on my window startled me. A woman stood outside, her face shadowed in the dim streetlight. I rolled down the window just enough to hear her.

"Are you looking for someone?"

I held up a finger, signaling I was on a call. She nodded and walked away.

Before I could resume my conversation, another knock. A different woman this time, her tone polite but insistent. "Do you need something? Maybe I can help?"

Confusion flickered. Was I parked illegally?

"No, I’m just on a call," I explained.

She gave a knowing smile and retreated. That’s when I noticed them—a small group of women lingering nearby, their postures relaxed but alert. Another car pulled up ahead. One of them approached, exchanged a few words, then climbed in. The car drove off.

Oh.

I wasn’t just parked on the side of the road. I was in their territory.

A third woman approached before I could process it fully. This time, I shook my head before she even spoke. She smirked and walked away.

I should have left. But curiosity pinned me there.

Cars came and went. The women worked like clockwork—a brief exchange, a nod, then one would disappear into a vehicle.

One of them stood out.

Tall, fair-skinned, wrapped in a short skirt and a white crop top that hugged her curves. Even in the dim light, her confidence was magnetic.

Why is someone like her doing this?

The thought lingered until she sauntered toward my car.

I don’t know why I did it—maybe impulse, maybe something darker—but before she reached me, I slipped off my wedding ring and tucked it into my pocket.

She leaned in, elbows resting on the window frame, lips curved in a slow, knowing smile.

"You’ve been here a while. Not sure who to pick?" Her voice was smooth, teasing. "Well, here I am. Tell me something."

Up close, she was stunning—sharp cheekbones, full lips, eyes that held a challenge. My pulse kicked up.

"I just pulled over to take a call," I said, but my voice lacked conviction.

She laughed, low and throaty. "It’s a beautiful night. I can make it better."

"How?"

"Take me somewhere private. You’ll see."

My mind raced. My body betrayed me.

"How much?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

She quoted prices—short time, all night. I chose the former.

The hotel was her pick. The moment the door closed, she shed her clothes without ceremony, lying back on the bed like a transaction waiting to be completed.

I hesitated. "No foreplay?"

She arched a brow. "You want foreplay from an ashawo? Touch yourself. I’m here for one thing."

Reality crashed in. This wasn’t seduction. It was a business deal—cold, mechanical.

I tried. I wanted to want it. But my thing refused to rise to the occasion.

She grew impatient. "You’re wasting my time."

"It’s my first time doing this," I admitted.

She scoffed. "Then you should’ve paid for premium service."

When I was still struggling to get it to rise to the occasion, she got up and started dressing. She said, "You’re impotent. Or ******. Either way, pay me."

"For what? We didn’t do anything."

Her eyes hardened. She pulled out her phone. "I’m calling my guys. You’ll pay before they get here."

Fear coiled in my gut. I handed over double what we’d agreed.

She snatched the money, smirked, and left without looking back.

I sat in my car, hands shaking, guilt and relief warring inside me.

Then I remembered the ring in my pocket.

Had I taken it off to hide my marriage? Or because some part of me knew I shouldn’t be here at all?

Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe the shame was the point.

I started the engine and drove home—slowly, carefully, like a man who’d just dodged a bullet.

He pursued me for a while for a date. I don’t know, but he always came around when I was busy, so I kept telling him no. One day, he came to my office. I hadn’t closed yet, but he sat in the lobby and waited until I closed so he could take me on a date.

I gave him 100/100 for effort. I was only going to see how the date would end so I could decide if he was worth it. He was humorous, he liked my kind of music, and the conversation was great. I think I was softening my stance until he had to show me something on his phone, and I saw his wallpaper—a voluptuous woman with a thick behind and in-your-face kind of *****.

It could have been just a wallpaper, but when I jokingly said, "This wallpaper of yours is crazy ooo," he answered, "You women are magic. This wallpaper cures my headache and depression." He burst out laughing. I could see the happiness in his eyes, but I had none of the things the woman on his screen had. You could call me flat, and you wouldn’t be wrong.

I said to myself, "If this is what cures his headache and depression, then what will I be able to cure with my flatness?"

When he proposed, I said no. He said, "I thought we were going somewhere?" I answered, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong hope."

I might have eventually agreed to date him, but I couldn’t ignore that wallpaper and its healing powers—powers I didn’t have.

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Tonto Dikeh says raising boys right starts with love, softness, and showing them how to care—not just telling them. Teach them early so they grow into men who heal, not harm.” — Tonto Dikeh

I’m raising my son to be kind and gentle.
He learns to cook, clean, care, and listen.
These are not just for girls.
A good man should know how to take care of others too.

I teach him to speak calmly, to never raise his hand in anger, and to always respect women.
When I’m not feeling well, he holds my hand, brings me water, and covers me with a blanket.
My little king in the making.
These are the habits I’m planting in him.
That’s how real men are made.

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