BIG SHAME…

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BIG SHAME…

FOR THE LAST 2000 YEARS SEX HAS BEEN USED AS A WEAPON TO INTIMIDATE MANIPULATE AND EVEN HUMILIATE PEOPLE. MOST AFFECTED HAVE BEEN THE WOMEN USED AS SEX SLAVES, GIFTS TO KINGS DIPLOMATS, EVEN USED AS INTELLIGENCE ASSETS IN THE SPY WORLD. WHEN REBELS ATTACK A VILLAGE THEY RAPE TO DEHUMANIZE THE MEN TO MAKE THEM FEEL WORTHLESS THEY SAY ‘WHAT KIND OF MAN CANNOT EVEN PROTECT HIS WOMAN FROM BEING RAPED AND RAVAGED BY OTHER MEN’. SO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH KENYAN WOMEN LEADERS? FOR THE LAST ONE YEAR WOMEN ALL OVER THE WORLD HAVE BEEN LOBBING TO STOP THE USE OF SEX AS A WEAPON OF WAR. TO END THE NOTION THAT VICTORY IN A WAR MEANS RAPE AND PILLAGE. SEX SHOULD NOT BE USED AS A WEAPON AND FOR KENYAN WOMEN TO LEGITIMIZE THE USE OF SEX AS SUCH IS TO JUSTIFY ALL EVILS THAT COME WITH IT. NO DOUBT SEX IS POWERFUL BUT AS QUICK AS THE ITCH LASTS SO DOES IT’S POWER. CLEOPATRA MAY HAVE CONCURRED ROME WITH IT BUT IN THE END SHE DID NOT RULE ROME, ROME RULED HER. SO FOR AN EDUCATED WOMAN IN THIS DAY AND AGE TO CALL FOR THE USE OF SEX AS A WEAPON IS BEYOND UNDERSTANDING DO NOT REDUCE YOURSELVES TO SEX OBJECTS. BUT TO THE CREDIT OF WOMEN NOT ALL ARE OF THE NOTION, CAROLINE OF KISS THAT IS THE STAND OF A TRUE WOMAN

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