Awele Ideal wrote:
This guy is eating fufu and soup beside his father’s de@d body. A very wealthy man d!ed and during his bur!al, his only son insisted that he would not leave his food to go and see his father’s de@d body. He carried his food in a take away plate and was eating beside his father’s c0rpse. What do we call this?
This is the reason I preach about taking care of yourself too cos you matter. Enjoy your money while alive cos NEXT-OF-KIN go squander your money with reckless abandon. Meanwhile, this boy is very brainless and STUPIDd. He obviously wasn’t raised to have compassion and empathy… poor parenting📌
#AweleChukwukaumemma💞
My commentary:
Whenever I tell Igbo women NOT to go out of their way to produce male children for their husbandits and kangs, people think I am exaggerating. But this right here is exactly what I mean. Look at the type of son some women have died to produce.
A whole kang.
A whole grown man.
Sitting beside his father’s corpse with a takeaway plate, swallowing fufu like somebody told him there is a competition.
Who is hungry at a funeral?
Who has the emotional range of a teaspoon and the audacity of a goat?
Even if it’s “celebration of life,” common decency should tell you to have decorum. But that’s not even my concern.
My concern is the women who die for men like this.
Because I have SEEN it.
I have watched it happen with my own eyes.
Women popping girl after girl after girl — five, six, seven, eight pregnancies — because they are desperately trying to produce a son for a husbandit who has never produced a moment of empathy in his life.
Women risking their lives each time they enter that delivery room.
Women whose wombs are tearing.
Women whose blood pressure is rising.
Women whose bodies are screaming, “We cannot do this again,” yet patriarchy still demands another pregnancy, another trial, another chance at a male child.
Women. Die. Birthing. Males. For. Men. Who. DON’T CARE.
And for what?
So that THIS can be your legacy?
A son who cannot pause chewing beside his father’s dead body?
Let me say it clearly:
A woman dies EVERY SEVEN SECONDS from pregnancy or childbirth complications.
Every seven seconds.
Somewhere in the world, a woman’s life ends because she was expected to produce children — often male children — for men who will not even honor her memory with behavior.
But patriarchy doesn’t care.
Culture doesn’t care.
The mother-in-law doesn’t care.
The kang you are killing yourself for does not care.
Women are dying trying to manufacture sons for men who are manufacturing nothing but trauma.
The irony?
Many of these same men are online saying they don’t even want to be men anymore. They are opting out of masculinity altogether — which is fine, everyone should live their truth — but Igbo women are still dying to produce male children for husbandits who hate women, disrespect women, and have zero emotional development.
Imagine risking your life to produce a boy who grows up to:
• insult women online
• treat his sisters like servants
• disrespect his mother
• dishonor his father
• and swallow fufu beside a corpse without shame
And let’s be fair — maybe the father wasn’t a father.
Maybe he was absent, cold, polygamous, emotionally barren.
Maybe this son is simply a product of patriarchal dryness passed down like a family heirloom.
But that still proves the point:
STOP dying to produce male children for kangs who cannot produce basic decency.
STOP sacrificing your life for a gender that may disgrace you.
STOP letting culture pressure you into pregnancies that might end your life.
Your value is not in whether you pop out a son.
Your worth is not tied to the patriarchy’s scoreboard.
Your life is not a sacrifice to be laid at the feet of men who cannot pause eating on the day you die.
Take care of yourself.
Choose yourself.
Protect your health and your future.
Because NEXT-OF-KIN will embarrass your legacy before your grave even settles.
