There are some pains that a man suffers silently. Not because he wants to, but because society teaches us to hide our weakness, especially when it involves the bedroom

I grew up in a family where poverty wasn’t just a condition, it was a curse. From my grandfather to my father, and now to us, the third generation, it was like we were chained to a life of struggle. No matter how hard anyone worked, we never had enough. School fees were a battle, we skipped meals often, and whenever we tried starting a business or investment, it collapsed like a house of cards.

As a young man, I used to feel ashamed when people talked about inheritance or family wealth. What did we have to inherit? A leaking roof, dry gardens, and endless debt? It was worse because my siblings and I were all grown now, with families of our own, yet none of us had escaped the curse. We lived from hand to mouth. to read more click here