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Manured flowers blossom well, Omokri counsels men on tips to make wives beautiful

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Former media aide to Goodluck Jonathan and Relationship therapist, Reno Omokri, has urged men to ensure that their wives stay beautiful.

Reno disclosed on his Instagram page on Wednesday.

According to him, if a woman doesn’t look as dashing as she used to be before marriage, her husband should be blamed.

Citing an example with a flower, he said that “Flowers that are manured grow better, so manure her with love and MONEY and your HONEY will blossom like a flower”

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“Dear men, If a garden is not looking beautiful, it is not the fault of the garden. It is the fault of the gardener. As a husband, your wife is your garden.

“If you complain that she is no longer looking beautiful, then you are at fault. Remember, Eve took the apple, but God blamed Adam.

“Do whatever you have to do to make your wife beautiful in your eyes. Garden flowers dress beautifully, so dress her beautifully. Flowers smell nice, so get her perfumes.

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“Flowers that are manured grow better, so manure her with love and MONEY and your HONEY will blossom like a flower. I said WIFE. I did not say GIRLFRIEND!” he said.

Recall that some months back, WuzupNigeria reported how Omokri defined stupidity as a man who spends money on a woman he is not married or related to.

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Reno in a post shared on his Instagram page said it is stupid to buy expensive gifts for a girlfriend.

A post that a follower of his on Instagram, @stellaababy_, took personal and tagged him the ”President of Stingy Men Association.”

Responding to the comment, Reno said he isn’t stingy and thus went on to state reasons men who give money to women they are dating are ‘stupid.’

 

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