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  • This is your daughter’s body count (2)

    This is your daughter’s body count (2)

    A female celebrity recently celebrated her love for being a “slut” on a broadcast programme. Thus the male interviewer, intoning a slur, called her a slut at every turn until she became uncomfortable and voiced her discomfiture. Having bragged earlier that her family supports her decision to self-identify as a slut and live as such, she suddenly developed a moral sense of things and asked the interviewer why he is unforgiving of a woman with a high body count vis-a-vis a man. Their dialogue ensues thus:

    “Why do you only condemn a female with a high body count?”

    “Because that makes her a slut.”

    “And what does it make you if you are a man with a high body count?”

    “A slut maker,” he said.

    As we condemn the slur intoned by the male interviewer, shall we invalidate the toxic femininity of the “slutty” interviewee? More is the pity that they both enjoy a cult following among modern, “emancipated” youngsters.

    While being male permits no one bragging rights to a reckless sex life, the consequences for a female are often more devastating. Dissenters may argue with their keypads.

    There is a lot to teach our daughters. That chastity is nonnegotiable; it simply makes perfect sense. That promiscuity renders the female toxic, like a garden filled with poisoned fruit.

    Sleeping around projects a lack of morals. And the lack of morals makes no one “emancipated.” It’s neither ennobling nor liberating for a female to stack up multiple body counts, let alone, a girl. It simply makes her a slave in a factory of fluid sharers. Intercourse with her, even in matrimony, is akin to coupling with an emotional cripple.

    This refers to the millions of ‘daughters’ with a choice, the unmarried horde who embrace promiscuity as a sport. Not the percentage left broken by sexual abuse, rape, commercial sex work, to mention a few. Thus the flaming misandrist may stifle her gall.

    A female with no morals may consider herself free today; she may argue that she doesn’t need any man, quoting the married fraudulent feminist, who teaches women never to see marriage as an achievement, in time, she will find herself a broken debauchee.

    If your daughter tells you abstinence and marriage are restrictive, teach her to navigate their humane shoals; help her to appreciate why they have been grounded on human experience through centuries.

    Teach her that the “modern” female with a high body count, will forever subsist as a gymnasium of bodies soullessly masturbating her psyche, until they rupture the membrane of passion she shares with any new partner.

    Teach her that promiscuity isn’t liberating. It isn’t freedom. Teach her never to see men as tools by which she could achieve all her acceptable and inordinate yearnings. A woman who approaches men as tools gets used up, like a tool, till she becomes broken.

    And if she’s smitten with feminism, teach her to project instead African femininity, immune to sullied and biased academia – one that seeks the inclusion of both men and women in nurturing the family against social, economic, and political constraints.

    Teach her to embrace that brand of femininity that complements and humanises the patriarchy. Not the one that antagonises it. Help her understand that beneath the feminist-misandrist’s bedazzling, theorised nirvana, life is a purgatory.

    This minute, misandry cloaked as feminism, eats deep into the contemporary female psyche, like a virus. It infects 13 and 14-year-olds. ‘Modern’ teens at 15 through 20, swim in its slurry. By age 21 through 30, they hasten through various stages of awareness, embracing furry anti-male slogans, weaponising felt and ‘unfelt’ grief into savage animosity towards men.

    Yet they need men to fulfil random impulses thus social media becomes their performance theatre, where they share everything mostly of a sexual nature.

    Once upon a time, a Facebook celebrity articulated the adventures of her soul as she “masturbated” every day. She bragged about her capacity to attain mind-blowing orgasms and denounced the existence of God in the same breadth. She recounted with relish, how she screamed to taunt her very religious siblings and extended family, in the heat of a squirt.

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    She condemned adultery but boasted about flirting with married men. Eventually, she got pregnant by a supposedly perfect hunk, who identified with her misandrist ideology. The latter, she bragged, begged to be with her knowing she could only offer him an “open marriage.”

    Unknown to her, her perfect beau belted out the notes she loved to hear. He was the “liberal, feminist male,” who joined her in scoffing at “chauvinistic men,” online and offline, while raiding her secret places.

    Her gravest mistake was getting pregnant for him. He deserted her in a heartbeat. Now a single mother, she “coaches young girls to achieve their dreams.”

    Like this curious character, many misguided females shop for non-committal sex with random males on social media. This minute, one such character brags about how many ‘oafs’ and ‘scums’ she has bedded in random, passionless sex in the backseat of her ‘personal car,’ on her ‘personal sofa’ and ‘six-foot bed’ inside her ‘personal apartment.’

    If she gets pregnant, she either terminates it or keeps the baby. Either way, she becomes the ‘sapiosexual’ man-hating feminist, who lives by her “terms” and “does not give a hoot what anyone thinks.”

    Innately she craves for someone to love and trust. Outwardly, she seeks solace in bitter, misandrist literature. Someday, she might write a daring, ‘feminist’ novel that gets her celebrated among the herd.

    Beneath the glitter of acclaim, however, she is a weak, needy female craving a man’s love and attention. Occasionally, she might “experiment” in the arms of a fellow woman or girl, a bored housewife or married woman who flirts with her on social media en route to a tryst or two.

    Eventually, the latter find her boring, her touches, gross, and her rant too repetitive. Then they run back to their husbands whom they never deserted for her in the first place.

    Now hovering in her late 30s, she realises that it is only on the pages of feminist literature and misandrist fairy tales that married women ditch their husbands to marry or move in with feminist lovers, no matter how earth-shattering their joint climaxes are.

    Forty creeps on her while she is busy posting anti-male messages on Facebook and Twitter; and penning yet another feminist-lit blockbuster. But where she attains no literary or artistic renown, she simply fades frustrated, into her life’s eternal midnight.

    Eventually, she finds religion and rediscovers sudden wisdom in the scriptures she hitherto pilloried as patriarchal nonsense. She has no more use for tired slogans and banal anger. Most of her peers are now quietly married away and severing connection with her kind. She begins to covet the marital securities and stability she scorned in her youth.

    She tries to live again but it’s too late. She discovers that she had been enjoying for years, her 15 minutes of fame. The truth dawns on her in a moment of eternal damnation. Her orchestra is done playing and it’s time to exit the stage.

    It’s about time we raised our daughters to be so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free. Apology to Kavita Ramdas.

  • This is your daughter’s body count (1)

    This is your daughter’s body count (1)

    There’s a TikTok trend that has haunted us lately. It steals from your mobile phone browser into your subconscious via catchy thumbnails and skits. In the short videos, scores of fresh-faced girls blurt out their “personal truths.”

    Blurring the lines between confession and performance, they casually speak of their “body count”—a term that once would have invoked shame, now brazenly embraced as a badge of honour. The numbers tumble out with eerie nonchalance from the lips of uninhibited, daring Gen Z, in particular: five, seven, ten, sixteen—each count another testament to the erosion of virtue.

    One girl said her body count was “22” and “still counting.” About two or three others listed their boyfriends’ siblings and fathers as some of their random sex partners. In response to their disclosure, the interviewer, equally a bumbling teen or young adult bellows an overexcited “Mad o!”

    In these sordid spectacles, young women calculate their sexual exploits like victories. There is no internal struggle, no hesitation. Just a cold recital of their indulgences, underscored by the approving cheers of their peers.

    The skits get more interesting as the so-called “content creators” become more daring with the “Hit or Miss” videos showing young adult males interviewing females of their age group or younger teenage girls, about the possibility of having random sex with another male respondent. The female checks out the former and instantly decides if he is a “Hit” or “Miss.” Hit means she would hop in bed with him. If she calls him a “Miss,” it means he isn’t her type. If the latter is the case, the interviewer asks if she would settle for him instead. Often, she makes a show of checking him out and says, “Yes.” In about five such sessions, the male interviewer asks if he could pat or grab her buttocks and she responds in the affirmative – and he frantically gropes her.

    The spectacle is a chilling reflection of a society adrift, where the boundaries of shame have been all but erased, and where parental oversight, once the cornerstone of moral upbringing, has disintegrated.

    But times are hard. So, it’s okay to treat morality as a dispensable relic. Ask the apologetic Nigerian. The voice of counsel is stifled by the ceaseless hum of the social media. The prevailing mantra is: “No one has the right to judge,” “Leave them alone; they are only trying to survive. They are not the cause of inflation in Nigeria.” Thus, the rationalisation begins, shielding misdeeds from scrutiny.

    Yet, this descent into moral ambiguity isn’t just confined to a few viral videos. The larger issue lies in how such permissiveness has been woven into the fabric of our daily lives. The rise of the internet has birthed a generation of content creators addicted to shock value. Too many exploit scandal and vulgarity. From the “Hit or Miss” videos to scenes of unbridled debauchery, it’s clear that we have become a society that rewards the profane.

    The situation elicits crucial questions about the homes from which the girls emerged: Where are their parents? Are they privy to their daughters’ activities online? How did they become so permissive of such degeneracy?

    The uninhibited Tiktok vixen and her male enablers are in no way different from the brothel prostitute and her foul-mouthed roughneck pimp. Just as the TikTok vixen flaunts her flesh for virtual applause, so too do our leaders flaunt their corruption without fear of reprisal. Both are driven by the same toxic impulse: the desire for immediate gratification at any cost.

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    Like the rapist, political assassin, ballot robber, kidnapper, and treasury looter, they are the results, not of society’s savagery or sexism, but of society’s absence. They are products of a culture imperiled by the family’s moral collapse.

    Studies by the United States Department of Census and Health, among others, have long found that children that from single-mother households are five times more likely to commit suicide, nine times more likely to drop out of high school, 10 times more likely to abuse chemical substances, 14 times more likely to commit rape, 20 times more likely to end up in prison and 32 times more likely to run away from home – than children from unbroken households and single-father households. Single-mother households also account for 70% of all teen pregnancies and 70 per cent of all child murders and filicides.

    The debate has seen both sides of the divide advance aggressive empirical studies and research findings to substantiate their arguments and validate entrenched truths or prejudices. Against the maelstrom of sociological “truths and interests,” Nigeria must urgently commit to a moral recourse – particularly amid a clime in which several  Nigerian fathers have been found to sexually abuse their underage daughters.

    Yet Nigeria grapples with a moral turpitude that has quickened its ruin and complete subjugation to a new wave of what Bulhan aptly describes as metacolonialism – championed by supposedly developed but corrupted civilisations of Europe and America.

    The moral degradation we witness daily is not an isolated phenomenon but rather the predictable result of a society where the family has been supplanted by the allure of instant fame and fortune.

    The morally ambivalent youth is today’s amoral nomad, superbly conditioned by Western education and the media to scorn the native intelligence and wisdom of his immediate society.

    Many morph in real-time into unthinking herds cum agents of colonialism. Hence the preponderance of “liberal” skitmakers,  journalists, writers, teachers, economists, social workers, engineers, and health workers, to mention a few, who function as glorified stooges of degenerate global imperialists.

    The faithlessness and moral corruption that they personify are similar to the ones that drove African enablers of the transatlantic slave trade. This degeneracy remains largely unchallenged.

    To prevent its recurrence, we must hinder the social mechanisms that render our youths capable of such. And this can only be achieved through education. The Nigerian school must begin to impart more than money-making soundbites and status-conferring skills. They must nurture the virtues of honesty, discipline, and empathy. Parents, too, must reassert their role as the primary moral guides for their children.

    President Bola Tinubu, while presenting the 2024 Appropriation Bill to a joint session of the National Assembly, outlined human capital development among his administration’s priorities for the upcoming fiscal year. So, the budget placed significant focus on children, recognising them as the most critical resource for national development.

    If Nigeria truly seeks sustainable socio-economic growth in the long run, we must groom generations of men and women capable of nourishing and preserving the Greater Nigeria enterprise.

    Nigeria needs patriots amply groomed to understand that the most important achievements aren’t measurable by the number of likes or emojis attracted by a viral video of sexual misdemeanour on TikTok.

    The true purpose of socialisation dims in the camera lights and the applause of debauched Tiktokers. It’s about time parents began to monitor their children’s activities on social media – the girls in particular.

    And the reasons are hardly far-fetched. The lust for applause and cheap renown finds more fertile tracts in the psyches of females flaunting their “fleshly assets” in social media’s carnal theatre.

    But while sex and nudity are deemed profitable by millions of girls setting up shop in cyberspace,  time and over again, teenage girls and young adult females have become victims of cyber-bullying and scandalous videos of revenge porn.

  • This is your daughter’s body count (1)

    This is your daughter’s body count (1)

    There’s a TikTok trend that haunts us lately. It snuggles from your browser through catchy thumbnails and titles, into your phones. In the short videos, you see scores of fresh-faced girls blurt out their “personal truths.”

    In some of the videos, they spiritedly answer the question: “What’s your body count?” In between the question and their answer, they do not gag or try to squeeze the words out. Initially, you might see a few girls say, “two” or “three.” Body count references the number of sexual partners.

    Then comes the less inhibited girls, the assertive, daring stalwarts of Gen Z, in particular.  Spotting a contemplative mien, they proudly calculate their body count as ”five,” “seven,” “10,” and “16” after taking a trip down memory lane.

    One girl said her body count was “22” and “still counting.” About two or three others listed their boyfriends’ siblings and fathers as some of their random sex partners.

    In response to their disclosure, the interviewer, equally a bumbling teen or young adult bellows an overexcited “Mad o!” The videos get more interesting as the so-called “content creators” become more daring with the “Hit or Miss” videos showing young adult males interviewing females of their age group or younger teenage girls, about the possibility of having random sex with another male respondent.

    The female checks out the former and instantly decides if he is a “Hit” or “Miss.” Hit means she would hop in bed and part her thighs for him in a butt-beat. If she calls him a “Miss,” it means he isn’t her type.

    If the latter is the case, the interviewer asks if she would settle for him instead. Often, she makes a show of checking him out and says, “Yes.” In about five such sessions, the male interviewer asks if he could pat or grab her buttocks and she responds in the affirmative.

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    One interesting bit about these videos is that none of the female respondents is over the age of 22. None betrays an internal struggle; they neither gag on their answers nor attempt to squeeze out their morality-defying responses.

    In another video, a girl, presumably in her late teens makes a sordid show of riding a cucumber, cowgirl style, in her mother’s kitchen till she orgasms. Afterwards, she waves the cucumber thick with her milky discharge, before the camera, and places it on an overturned plastic bowl.

    The enthrallment with celebrity has brought us to a whole new state of mindlessness, no doubt. This frantic quest for renown assumes a perilous turn in the antics of younger Nigerians, online and offline, thus triggering frantic posers on the need to regulate social media.

    It also elicits crucial questions about the homes from which the aforementioned girls emerged: Where are their parents? Are they privy to their daughters’ activities online? How did they become so desensitised and permissive of such degeneracy?

    Degenerate Nigeria can only be cured by farming our loins for the hidden cowries of a nobler race. The uninhibited Tiktok vixen and her male enablers are in no way different from the brothel prostitute and her foul-mouthed roughneck pimp. Like the rapist, political assassin, ballot robber, kidnapper, and bestial public officer, they are the results not of society’s savagery or sexism but of society’s absence.

    The family is the building block of society and civilisation. But circumstances of its breakdown and reduction to a dysfunctional nature foists the responsibilities of raising a child on a single parent, sometimes the father, and often, the mother.

    In the wake of its collapse, several arguments have been advanced at home and overseas that children raised in a two-parent household often do better than their counterparts who were raised by single parents.

    It’s extraordinarily well-documented how much of a disadvantage children from single-mother households have over children whose parents remain together, but less well-documented is how much of a disadvantage they have over single-father households.

    For example, studies in the United States Department of Census and Health, among others, have found that children that from single-mother households are five times more likely to commit suicide than children from both unbroken households and single-father households, 9 times more likely to drop out of high school, 10 times more likely to abuse chemical substances, 14 times more likely to commit rape, 20 times more likely to end up in prison and 32 times more likely to run away from home.

    The list does not end there; single-mother households also account for 70% of all teen pregnancies and 70 per cent of all child murders and filicide.

    The debate has seen both sides of the divide advance uncensored empirical studies and sullied research findings to substantiate their arguments and validate entrenched truths or prejudices. Whatever the nature of their positions, and whatever the robust resources – in cash and kind – committed to their propagation and sponsorship by foreign interests, Nigeria must urgently commit to a moral recourse.

    The society is currently in the throes of moral turpitude that has quickened its ruin and complete subjugation to a new wave of what Bulhan aptly describes as metacolonialism, championed by supposedly developed but corrupted civilisations of Europe and America.

    Modern Nigeria is a product of the moral torpedoing of our families, schools, worship houses, the streets, and the media. The morally ambivalent youth is today’s amoral nomad, superbly conditioned by Western education and the media to scorn the native intelligence and wisdom of the ancient.

    Many morph in real-time into unthinking herds cum agents of colonialism. Hence the preponderance of skitmakers,  journalists, writers, teachers, economists, social workers, engineers, and health workers, to mention a few, who function as glorified stooges of the debauched world.

    The faithlessness and moral corruption that they personify is similar to the one that drove African enablers of the transatlantic slave trade. This degeneracy remains largely unchallenged.

    To prevent its recurrence, we must hinder the social mechanisms that render our youths capable of such. And this can only be achieved through education. The Nigerian school must begin to impart more than money-making soundbites and status-conferring skills.

    President Bola Tinubu, while presenting the 2024 Appropriation Bill to a joint session of the National Assembly, outlined human capital development among his administration’s priorities for the upcoming fiscal year. So, the budget places significant focus on children, recognising them as the most critical resource for national development.

    If Nigeria truly seeks sustainable socio-economic growth in the long run, we must groom generations of men and women capable of nourishing and preserving the Greater Nigeria enterprise.

    Nigeria needs patriots amply groomed to understand that the most important achievements aren’t measurable by the number of likes or emojis attracted by a viral video of sexual misdemeanour on TikTok.

    The true purpose of socialisation dims in the camera lights and applause of degenerate Tiktokers. It’s about time parents began to monitor their children’s activities on social media – the girls in particular.

    And the reasons are hardly far-fetched. The lust for applause and cheap renown finds more fertile tracts in the psyches of females flaunting their “fleshly assets” in social media’s carnal theatre.

    But while sex and nudity are deemed profitable by millions of girls setting up shop in cyberspace,  time and over again, teenage girls and young adult females have become victims of cyber-bullying and scandalous videos of revenge porn.