Open letter to women that won’t be cooking for their husbands

Hehehehe. See what I just did? I placed a potential comment on the main post. Y’all don’t need to put it. The sad truth is – men like three things – food and ‘fun’ are the first two; every other thing is under the umbrella of your ‘personality’. You’re not the only one with your kind of personality. However, no two women cook (or have ‘fun’) the same way. We know this cos we’ve done random sampling. No point forming!

Of course you can cook six times daily and the ‘stupid’ guy still refuses to choose you. It’s not an audition. Who do you attract? Men or dogs? All men are not dogs. My mom is not a slave!

If you cook for your husband, you have also cooked for yourself and your children! ‘Your’ husband, ‘your’ self, and ‘your’ children! Yours!

The funny thing about us (Yoruba demons) is that we don’t get angry anymore. Our ring is in our pocket. Always there till the right woman comes. We won’t fight you. There’s always something to enjoy in you. It’s not my time that you’re wasting. Infact we’d make sure you are very comfortable. Our friends will call you ‘ìyàwó wa’. A guy can have 12 girlfriends, but his friends know his ‘real ìyàwó’ – the rest are just role-players.

Just be there forming Rihanna. No wahala. We keep watching you while we search for our Michelle. Ring in pocket all the while. Ever wondered how Yoruba demons don’t actually date the ones they finally propose to for too long? Will you see something very good and waste time when you know many guys out there also have their rings in their pockets? Is it not to just kneel down and ask an important question?

My married friends are shining. They look healthier than me. Their wives aren’t massaging their faces with Robb to make them smoother. It’s care. And food is involved.

“See as you dey shine. Your tummy don even big small. Ya wife don dey spoil you”

Our rings are in our pockets till the right women bring them out! In the interim, we can learn how to ‘cope with women’s wahala’ through you – well, since we’re not kuku your type now. Abi? We’ve created an amazing role for y’all. Just train us well for our wives. We know you’re intelligent and very busy. We can learn one or two things from you. Epp uz plix!!!

I’m not a demon.

I just don’t want to suffer as a bachelor and still suffer as a married man. There’s a reason people call marriage a retirement from the (ìsekúse of the) streets – good food is an amazing pension.

It’s not by force to marry me, or my friends, but don’t call our wives (and mothers) slaves. You can call us Yoruba demons sha. Our wives will ‘deliver’ us when they arrive with their anointing! Then we become angels.

Oya you people who don’t want to be ‘slaves’ please start leaving your comments.

Remember, no insults!

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1 Comment

  1. Ruby

    August 14, 2016 at 8:55 pm

    Lmao! One hell of a funny post. Truth spoken with a little fire.

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