Skip to main content

PORNOGRAPHY





FAMILY PORNOGRAPHY DESTROYS KIDS

"MY MUM DRESSES UP BEFORE ME"!

I counselled a young guy who was addicted to masturbation. He told me he can't do without masturbation.
One thing that struck me in his confession was when he said:
''My mum caused all this for me''.

Curiosity got hold of me and I asked him, how?
He said:
"I started masturbation when I was 4 years old; my mum has always been dressing up naked before me, I am used to seeing her nakedness. I am not moved to have sex with her, but I always long to see mature ladies naked just the way I always see my mum dressing up naked before me."

"I still remember seeing her nakedness regularly till I was 8 years; and my dad do shout at her:
'Send this boy out before you dress,' but my mum would always reply by saying:
'Will my son sleep with me? Stop planting evil thoughts in his heart.'

"Anytime I see my mum's naked body, I long to see ladies' naked bodies..
I then went into sex at age 10 and till now I am not free from sex, heavy pornography and masturbation...''

Dear parents, I hope you are not guilty of this? You are dressing up before your 2 years old son/daughter;  you say he/she doesn't know anything yet? That's very cruel.

Some couples will be having sex while their close-to-2-years old child will be in their room with them; they'll feel and think that he/she can only see, he/she can't understand.

Sir/Ma'am, that your child does not need to understand. Seeing your nakedness or seeing you and your spouse making love is enough to plant abnormal sexual fantasies and urge in that child. Remember, it is now a jet world!
How will you destroy your own children with your own carelessness?
Don't let your children see your nakedness.
Don't make love in the presence of your child no matter the age.
The scene sticks to the memory, they may want to explore and experiment what they are seeing.

Stop making free home-made 'sex clips or video' for your children to watch.
Mummy, sit properly.
Dress properly too.
Stop sitting as if you are in the labour room; parting your legs for your son to see your inner tight and pant.
Be very careful!

Daddy, don't wear ordinary boxer at home, you sit down, your 'thing' is dangling and your daughter is seeing it. There are things you should not wear beyond your bedroom, just for your spouse. Don't say because you want to enjoy your freedom in your house. It's not your house alone, it's a family house/home. You are putting your children into sexual bondage through these acts. The initiation starts from home.

Mummy, wearing ordinary bra around the house in the presence of your sons is dangerous. Yes, they won't lust after you, but you might be messing up with their sensuality; and increasing their curiosity to see the breasts of ladies out there.
Let's stop being 'pornographic materials' to our children. Raising sexually pure children, it begins at home.' It begins with me and you.

My Counsel:
Thank you very much for the issues raised in family porn. It is still our responsibility to build virtue into our family. We need to learn from others.

Thank you 👏
@henjagossip✍

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

FEBRUARY 27

By Ola Vincent Omotade Aderonke will be my only poem that never ends, For a good woman is but a poem. A genuine poem that comes in blue moon. You are a jewel of purest gold, The smile that never grows old. You are the beauty of the sunset sky, The intricate twinkle of a happy star. You are the keeper of an unborn life, A champion, heroine, a candlelight . You are a budding shoot, evergreen, a colourful sweetness. Your laughter is like the whirlwind of the spirit, it  keeps resounding in the valleys and hills of life and motions. Encircling the hearts of men with magical notions. So now the night of January is past and the day of February is broken Today speaks of this calmness, this brightness,the one you brought. Today carries  messages of heavy words, Words that are pregnant with beauty for you. And with my golden mouth and pen, I wish to celebrate your existence. What joy of a fuller and freer life, have I got if onl...
2 comments
Read more

ÌGBÀ ÈWE (CHILDHOOD DAYS)

By Teslim Opemipo Let our mothers come like harmattan haze and swear by the sacrality of ògún if the roof lying above their fathers' house has never been stoned by a boy in love to walk them out for an evening talk. Let our fathers come like a windy rain and swear by the simplicity of òsun if the path that leads to the village stream has never danced to serenades sang by their soles in chase of maidens with braids so long. Let the elders come like a mid-year harvest and swear by the tranquility of the moon if they've not once tasted the bliss of childhood fermented with the morals of moonlight tales. In our village, childhood is made of water; kinsmen, remember, water is brewed with life and life is the laughter moulded on our lips when we gambol from rivers to trees and to fields painted in the colours of hopping grasses. Brethren, if you hear an elder saying: growing up kills laughter and joy, do not giggle for they once like us tasted the bliss o...
Post a Comment
Read more

FADING SAPPHIRES

By Ola Vincent Omotade She shouted at me  '' just walk away '' You made my past miserable, you're meant to be forgotten. I tried  to walk gently out of her sight. she then 'whispers'  I hate you ,cheater, devil  she said. Then i knelt down and from my sour mouth,I said "Could me and you with fates conspire,to break this sorry scheme of a thing entire. Cos my glances nowadays are now in glimpse. She looked  at me and replied i give you just five minutes. Then i knew i had to do more of poetry and not planning. So i started this way Clouds and Darkness were round about me. Just like the first time i saw your face. And After your lightning enlightened my world, there was a great race in my heart. The way my heart beats radically still wont Change. so I wept bitterly upon the mountains and upon the Hills and it seems someone is taking me away.. Waters cannot quench our love neither can flood drown it....wait Just mention, e...
Post a Comment
Read more