Raising up a kid…………

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I am not upbeat when I say that Elsie came when I was slightest prepared. Obviously she did, I don’t lament on the other hand. She has been the delight of my life and it would be unjustifiable in the event that I said that I am not cheerful bringing her up. Known to few, I sired Elsie when everybody least  anticipated that I would.


I have never felt honored as I do now. The genesis of my satisfaction is an aftereffect of Elsie, a kid that her mom knows little or nothing about. Truth be told I feel her pulse inside me, actually even when she is miles away.

Taking into account my experience as a father, there is nothing as satisfying as seeing a product of your own blood grown up. It is an affirmation without question that you are fruitful. It is a glad motion, invisible but really fulfilling. When you bear a child you recall of your mom. You thank your mum in light of the fact that she gave a warrior to the world. It is not as a matter of course that each man turns into a father. Some of them have a horde of issues that can’t permit them to effectively get children they could call their own.

What is more fulfilling to a man is knowing that you have the ability to rear and bring the world part of your own blood, besides life. It is with this heartfelt power that a man can really feel comfortable in his masculinity. There is nothing much that can contravene your confidence when you truly know that you can lie down with a lady and bring forth a fruit.


In my rundown of the few attributes that make a man, the key gimmick is the capacity to unleash your masculinity, participate in overwhelming sex and result a child. I am not at all supporting for harsh sex. All I am driving home is that you must be regenerative as a man. That is most the fundamental part of being a man. The rest is just but a complimentary scheme to help you accomplish your life goals.

When you shag your wife, sweetheart, neighbor’s wife or whoever that you lay down with, and she tells you ‘I am pregnant’, that is an extraordinary indication of realizing that you have you have a golden cock. There is a motivation behind why I am stressing this bit. Truth be told, there ought to be nobody to frighten you. You ought to walk bare chested in the streets, energetically and head held up high. There ought to be nobody to let you know anything like you can’t make it in life. You can. Delivering a life is one approach to demonstrate that you can truly make it in life.


It is with this spirit that I would love to announce that am thirsting for a second kid. This round it must be a boy. I don’t love the way Elsie stays alone without a brother. She needs a sibling who can protect her at all times, given that I won’t be there all the times for her.

Now the process of conceiving a boy is the subject of discussion. The real dilemma lies somewhere. How would I focus the sort of sex I need to yield? You know conception is something you can’t control. I don’t in any limit have the ability to conclude that I will fuck in a manner to bring that boy into the world.  Though I hear there is a way you can do it to conceive the sex you would prefer.

Here I would like to get senior pieces of advice for those who know the trick. I am ready to offer a cup of espresso to that to that astute man who in his earnestness can issue me high class ability to read a compass on the affairs of the heart and the private science of the bedroom.


I have come to understand that I am not a one-woman’s man of late. You may decipher it in your own specific manner in light of the fact that it is an open ended proviso. Hence, it would be hard for me to settle down for marriage. Yes, I genuinely fear wife obligations. I have no issue at all with raising a nursery of children all alone, however I have trouble handling a woman.

Women are sweet, they are adorable, and they are lovely and all the sentimentalities that you can adorn them with. Yet as much as they may appear wonderful creatures, you have more to fear from them than you can love. They are the sort of beings with both sides of a coin, which can flip at any minute to either side and take a totally diverse way.

I happen to have been the best avenue for ladies’ peculiar contemplations and activities. In a much less demanding way, ladies are sheep in wolf skins. I am not at all disparaging the woman kind, it is only a basic feeling in light of my perceptions and encounters. I now fear them, and consequently I am in no position to settle down with one in one peace.

So here is the test. I need a kid yet no connection with the mother. Sounds obnoxious, isn’t that so? At the point when Elsie was being discussed on how I will bring her up, deep inside I was a happy man in light of the fact that her mom chose to leave with no single claim. So that is the entire plan, the entire venture in a couple of words.

I don’t know of any lady out there who would consent to issue me a child and have no specific partake in the entire undertaking. On the off chance that there is one- my hands are open. Just inbox me  on Facebook or tweet me privately.


Unlike girls, boys can continue carrying on with the generation. Giving birth to a boy is like an assurance that when you die as man your lineage will still be carried on. There will be someone to carry the mantle and continue handing over the baton to the next generation, and your blood, your tribe will continue to thrive. What else does a man want in this life? Birth of a man, share madiaba sodas and life goes on

Watching your boy grow up to a handsome young man is one of the entrancing things that I cherish. Knowing that soon he will start vibing damsels out there. Furthermore in a couple of days he will start bringing some of them to your homestead. His profound voice will have broken and he will be frightening crap outta you like never. You will cow at his deep voice, but still you will remind him that he is still under your roof.

When he begins changing young ladies like shabby underwear, and you ponder whether his masculinity erects. It will be a slip-up if it doesn’t because you will blame yourself for not giving him all the prerequisites necessary to make him a man.

Later on, you will be concerned on the most proficient method to get share for your kid (dowry), to bring home his rib to come and cook for you. It is funny, isn’t it?  You then trust that he doesn’t wind up a senior bachelor like you. Also you favor them. Furthermore wish them a cheerful marriage. Also wish that they bear a boy to keep passing the rod down the ancestry…


Elsie will have grown, bringing me unfamiliar figures to ask her hand in marriage. Deep inside I will wonder whether this is the right man for her or just one of those crooks who are after her pants. And I will say NO a few times till in my eyes is see the best suitor for her. She will hate me, curse me, and loathe me. She will distance herself from me. I will become a stranger to her life, knocking and asking permission to enter her room or even talk to her. Though that will be under my roof still.

She will call me ‘that old man’, she will say I suck. And silently I will say

‘Whatever biiiiiiiiiiitch!’ all in the hope of comforting myself. Later on she will be gone, and will hardly see her………………………………………….

‘Farewell byaaaaaaaaach! ‘ It will be my final remark after I get the dowry after which she will pick her stuff and leave…

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  1. Finding happiness all comes down to one thing, and that’s honsety. Honesty with yourself first and foremost about who you are in the truest sense, and what your needs are as opposed to your wants.I meet all kinds of people from all kinds of backgrounds, and I do this all day, every day. Many of these people I get to know as people, and it never ceases to amaze me how many of them have sold out. Sold their souls in the name of money, & perception. I call it that I’m kind of a big deal syndrome. They work jobs they hate, to buy shit they don’t need, and marry people they don’t like, and have kids they don’t want in an effort to keep up with the Jones. They fall in love with these conceptions of what the perfect little life is, and how they’re viewed by others, but when it comes down to brass tacks, their lives are as big a mess as anyones.I know it sounds a little tree huggerish , but I don’t think it’s possible to ever really be happy, until people know themselves, and what it is that makes their engine run smooth. That’s what life is, it’s about finding purpose, and reason to be here .it’s purely functional. Once we find our function, and are honest about what we need in life as opposed to what we want, I honestly believe that happiness is inevitable

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