A Complete Brutal Techniques for Self-defence for all Ladies

Many women unnecessarily suffer from abusive men in modern times. That is over, as soon as you can link them to this blog. Recently, I got an epiphany to change the world, one issue at a time. Here I go, fulfilling the mandate.

Men are naturally abusive…

Simple fact to know, even the meekest of them has lurking within him rage of violence. Your duty as a lady, and a potential mate, is to let him know, to what degree your temper matches his. Funnily, men are very perceptive beings, and when you send the right signals I bet he will cane up in line. Follow these simple transmitting codes:

Hit a strike with a strike…

Hollywood has painted this silly image of romance that every lady now looks forward to…

Nothing Romantic here

Your man steals into the kitchen and instead of being human and greet you, spanks your bums, but you go romanticizing about how sweet he is…I got news for you, 98% of all abuses starts when a man wells up courage to strike a woman under whatever guise.

When next your man tries that with you, turn around, give him a sweet smile, and clamp his balls in your hand tightly and ask how his day was; of course, he is gonna squish but make sure you keep the smiling.

#When he comes home the next day, guess where he’s gonna be greeting you from? Correct, form the living room…

Give him a blow too…

Be alert even at fun time

Men are silly, I must tell you this. You know some come into relationships with habits they have shunned amongst their male gang. Have you ever watched a football match with any who intermittently strikes you as the action heats up? Well, in the past, you have excused them, thinking it’s done in the heat of passion.

Safe your head, when the game gets high maybe a side scores; look him in the face, in disbelief and land him a hard blow in the tummy…asking:  “Can you believe Drogba did that?” For good measure, land him another shouting “It-is-a-G-O-A-L!!!”

#I bet my career, he will never crave to watch another match with you…

 

Be fictitious

In this part of the world being fictional is no great deal for women—they spend most of their productive time on the TV. When you are setting out on dating that period you fill each other in on your past? Yes, that’s when to foreground his heart with fears for you. Of course, you’re only playing even. Or do you believe all the tales of his conquests (of this and that girl in the past) just because he said so? Think again…

crutch his balls…

Tell him about your uncle, who scotched a boy’s scrotum because he followed you home at element school or how your brother in the military promised to castrate any man who dares to marry you and divorced you later.

#The guy will definitely not show up for the next date, if he has a history of battering women.

Get him to see a movie with you

Most of the battles of self-defence are fought on the territory of the heart. Once in a while, get your mate to see a movie with you and you should be smart at the selection of which…

When a scene in the movie signals real life possibilities express your view in strong threatening terms…”if a guy dares to treat me like that…” “If I were to suspect my mate’s fidelity, I can kill to get my end.”

#These are no mere words and I’m sure he will take them to heart.

For Rape Preys and Victims

Once in a life time, you fall victim of sexual abusers who may want to defile you, if you live in countries like Nigeria, South Africa and India

Simple rule, never beg to be free and never panic.

Men are scared too…

The animal instinct in such men only gets inspired with your struggles…

Relax and smile, ask: “Is it sex that you really want?”

“Well. Relax, I have always wanted you, anyway!”

But, you gonna wear a condom, because I don’t Wanna have AIDS again”

#He will simply let you go, for clearly, blood will diffuse as fast away from his member.

***Continues…***

BATTERING: A Complete Brutal Techniques for Self-defence for all Ladies

Many women unnecessarily suffer from abusive men in modern times. That is over, as soon as you can link them to this blog. Recently, I got an epiphany to change the world, one issue at a time. Here I go, fulfilling the mandate.

Men are naturally abusive…

Simple fact to know, even the meekest of them has lurking within him rage of violence. Your duty as a lady and potential mate is to let him know, to what degree your temper matches his. Funny men are very perceptive beings and when you send the right signals I bet he will cane up in line. Follow these simple transmitting codes:

Hit a strike with a strike…

Hollywood has painted this silly image of romance that every lady now looks forward to…

Nothing Romantic here

Your man steals into the kitchen and instead of being human and greet you, spanks your bums but you go romanticizing about how sweet he is…I got news for you, 98% of all abuses starts when a man wells up courage to strike a woman under whatever guise.

When next your man tries that with you, turn around, give him a sweet smile, and clamp his balls in your hand tightly and ask how his day was; of course, he is gonna squish but make sure you keep the smiling.

#When he comes home the next day, guess where he’s gonna be greeting you from? Correct, form the living room…

Give him a blow too…

Be alert even at fun time

Men are silly, I must tell you this. You know some come into relationships with habits they have shunned amongst their male gang. Have you ever watched a football match with any who intermittedly strikes you as the action heats up? Well, in the past, you have excused them, thinking it’s done in the heat of passion.

Safe your head, when the game gets high maybe a side scores; look him in the face, in disbelief and land him a hard blow in the tummy…asking:  “Can you believe Drogba did that?” For good measure, land him another shouting “It-is-a-G-O-A-L!!!”

#I bet my career, he will never crave to watch another match with you…

 

Be fictitious

In this part of the world being fictional is no great deal for women—they spend most of their productive time on the TV. When you are setting out on dating that period you fill each other in on your past? Yes, that’s when to foreground his heart with fears for you. Of course, you’re only playing even. Or do you believe all the tales of his conquests (of this and that girl in the past) just because he said so? Think again…

crutch his balls…

Tell him about your uncle, who scotched a boy’s scrotum because he followed you home at element school or how your brother in the military promised to castrate any man who dares to marry you and divorced you later.

#The guy will definitely not show up for the next date, if he has an history of battering women.

Get him to see a movie with you

Most of the battles of self-defence are fought on the territory of the heart. Once in a while, get your mate to see a movie with you and you should be smart at the selection of which…

When a scene in the movie signals real life possibilities express your view in strong threatening terms…”if a guy dares to treat me like that…” “If I were to suspect my mate’s fidelity, I can kill to get my end.”

#These are no mere words and I’m sure he will take them to heart.

For Rape Preys and Victims

Once in a life time, you fall victim of sexual abusers who may want to defile you, if you live in countries like Nigeria, South Africa and India

Simple rule, never beg to be free and never panic.

Men are scared too…

The animal instinct in such men only gets inspired with your struggles…

Relax and smile, ask: “Is it sex that you really want?”

“Well. Relex, I have always wanted you, anyway!”

But, you gonna wear a condom, because I don’t wanna have AIDS again”

#He will simply let you go, for clearly, blood will diffuse as fast away from his member.

***Continues…***

ABUSED: the story of a good girl.

My uncle, Ube, was a great fisherman. He was my first example of a good man. Mama calls him so and our neighbours see him so. He goes to the river every day and never forgets to bring me fingerlings—daughters of the queen of the coast. Those he instructed mama to prepare for me with much pepper, to give me good health. I first ate it when I had caught a fever—but I found it wicked then, giving pepper to an ailing child; I now relish every bit and sip of Nkwobi soup. Occasionally, he gifts mama bowlful of fish that, she sells at the eke market.

Since Pa’s death, he has been good to Mama and me; he promised to see me to any level at school, if I remained a good girl. But, who doesn’t want to be in his good books like Itegiri, the daughter of our village Baptist pastor? Therefore, mama and I are most grateful for all his goodwill; even, the neighbours have kind words to say about him. Not just because he takes care of his maternal relations but he was such a generous man to all that comes his way.

He is found of children and plays with us as if he were our father. Our parents allowed this, to compensate for his lack of children. Uncle Ube has no wife and hardly thinks of getting one. When we play with him, he gifts out sweets, especially to the well-behaved ones, which I am always among.

He asks us to deep hands into his pockets and play with an Nsi’monkey that is hidden there; the longer we played the bigger were our rewards. Only Itegiri ever complained of not liking to play with the Nsi’monkey:

‘Nsi’monkey usually messes up my hand with Catarrh!’ she voiced, one day.

Uncle Ube called her a bad girl and we never called her along to Uncle Ube’s house anymore.

Uncle Ube came to our hut on the last eke market day when mama had gone to sell her fish. He asked after mama and I told him where to find her. He complained of tiredness and I gave him a stool in the room to rest. Moments later he called me and requested I play with Nsi’monkey

‘But, the fun would be lost without other children here?’ I complained

‘No, the better for you to take all the rewards.’ He countered

As I started playing with the Nsi’monkey; Uncle Ube reached out to grab my breasts, I wondered what he was up to. He smiled. He cupped my breasts in the bowl of his hands and smiled again.

‘You’re a good girl. If you continue to make me happy like this I would never let you suffer again’

I started losing consciousness but Uncle Ube’s hands were hurting me, yet I didn’t want him to take them off. He started talking again but they went muffled in my hearing.

‘…never let anyone know; not even your mother.’

Though lost to other words, that mention of mama stopped my heart and I jerked off from his laps. Mama has warned me about keeping secretes from her and how can her own brother tell me to do so.

‘Don’t do that, you don’t want to get me angry, do you? he asked in persuasive tone

Do you remember the Igbe feast garments that I promised you and your mother, I won’t get them for you again; you and your mother would be shamed by the community. Now, come here and play along I won’t hurt you’

I thought of the humiliation that mama would face if he kept his threat, and if what I am doing is right. Uncle Ube is a good man mama often says and why do I want to enter his bad books like Itegiri?

‘Nsi’monkey has poured catarrh on my hands, too.’ I complained.

Besides, why don’t you want Mama to know?’ I queried.

‘It’s because I want to surprise her.’ He said reassuringly.

‘Hope you will buy those Igbe garment for us still?’ I asked again

‘Yes, if you’ll be a good girl still.’ He said.

‘Why won’t she be a good girl?’ Mama’s voice thundered from the balcony

I ran inside to clean up my soiled hands before mama would think I have been playing with catarrh to irritate Uncle Ube.

‘Apkevwe, it is good that you are back’ Uncle fired back

‘Your daughter may have started joining bad groups you had better admonish her to remain a good girl, or else, I will hands off your affairs in this house.

‘Nweke! What has come over her? God forbid evil!

As I returned into the room, Uncle Ube stormed out of our hut.

Mama asked what happened but I couldn’t utter a word. I did not understand what suddenly turned up Uncle Ube’s rage; I haven’t said I won’t play with his Nsi’monkey.

Mama pleaded with me to be a good girl and continue to please the kind human spirit the gods had sent our way. She begged me to behave well not to incur the wrath of uncle Ube before the Igbe feast. She sent me to go and apologise to him before his anger settles down in his mind.

Uncle Ube was furious, I begged him and begged but he wouldn’t bug, so I dipped my hands down his pockets and grabbed at his Nsi’monkey. He smiled at my sudden use of initiative and rose to touch my breasts, I was hesitant but I remembered mama’s admonition to do everything that pleases him.

He took off his clothes to reveal a huge bulge down his member and I was scared.

Mama barged in, two hours later, and met me weeping in a pool of my own blood. She screamed. But, I passed out, thinking the world had come to an end.

No one has seen Uncle Ube since then, and most people look at me with some hidden scorn. Was I ever wrong to have heeded mama’s voice?