Constancia Obiang’s womanist garbage

THE Equatoguinean First Lady, Her Excellency Mrs Constantia Mangue Obiang, played a fast one this week. Reacting to the scandal involving Baltasar Engonga, the director-general of the country’s National Financial Investigation Agency (ANIF) who was recently caught with more than 400 sex tapes featuring prominent personalities in the country, including the president’s sister, the wife of the Director General of Police and the spouses of over 20 ministers, Mrs Obiang left the substance of the issue to chase shadows. Casting the women who willingly acted their porn with the lunatic Engonga as victims, the First Lady “called for swift governmental action to safeguard the dignity of Equatoguinean women.” Hear the statement from the “First Lady’s Press Office”: “H.E. Mrs. Constancia Mangue Obiang, in addition to showing her indignation for (sic) this event, has wanted to know the strategy that the Government proposes to mitigate this situation that does nothing but distort and denigrate the image and reputation of the Guineo-Ecuadorian woman, despite the efforts made on the issue of gender.” Mrs Obiang was not done: “While the government has advanced gender equality, proactive measures are essential-not only to respond to incidents like these but also to prevent them—to ensure a safe and respectful environment for all women.”

As a writer and journalist, I naturally encounter odd statements on a regular basis, but this one by the Equatoguinean First Lady is extraordinary. According to reports, the women who consorted with Engonga did so willingly, with some of them even adjusting the camera to capture their topography. Treating their marriage, their families and their place in society and history like trash, these women made porn with a lecherous anti-crime chief, but this perversion does not bother the First Lady. What bothers her is the exposure of the women for the garbage that they really are. Of course, the investigators who made the tapes public did the Equatoguinean society a disservice, but they would have had no arsenal for their perversion if Mrs Obiang’s beloved women had not chosen to make their private parts public.

Apparently, Mrs Obiang reckons that there will be peace in her village even when the chief deals in marijuana and his wife in liquor. Of course, it wasn’t the tapes that diminished Equatoguinean womanhood; it was the assault on self dignity by the women themselves. But in her blind, Feminazi logic, the First Lady cannot see this obvious fact. American journalist David French took no prisoners in his November 17, 2014 piece titled Modern Feminism: Appalling Stupidity Backed by Hysterical Rage: “Modern feminism is getting embarrassing. There’s a reason why so few women identify as feminists: It’s less a true “women’s movement” than the public face of hysterical leftist intolerance – combined, of course, with utterly bizarre (and bizarrely stupid) ideas…

Feminism doesn’t really have a philosophy. It’s barely even an ideology. It’s mostly just a series of temper tantrums thrown by a small, privileged minority.” How apt.

Obiang’s women made shameful recordings and trusted the devil to keep it a secret. But the master of chaos has no such history. If you offer him your bum, he will take it down the corners of the earth, like the bottom tattoos of the singer, Tiwa Savage, and the geography of the Nolly-wood actress, Etinosa Idemudia, both willingly advertised in a moment of fun that will in future be pain. I wonder why these low-IQ women think that accepting responsibility for their actions is treason. To mark her 44th birthday in 2021, the actress, lyabo Ojo, loaded the internet with her pictures in hideous panties and brassieres that left nothing to the imagination, and great, certainly, is the community of men who would since have traversed her topography within their minds, the senseless actress at their mercy. They do not need to meet her before having their fill. Actress seems to collocate perfectly with access.

An actress almost always has sex (appeal).

The society doesn’t have erasers. Don’t make a sex tape, period. Or better still, don’t play Champions League with your secret parts: the league is recorded as a matter of right, and highlights are watched long after. Just like the lunatics driving the #MeToo movement and the #BelieveWomen mob, Mrs Obiang shirks the question of responsibility, seeking a Feminazi universe. Are there more tapes that might shatter presidential peace? What ails Constancia Obiang? Guilt? Ar-rogance? Plain mischief? Leaving leprosy to treat ringworm certainly has an objective.

Addressing the episode involving the speaker of South Africa’s Free State, Ntombizanele Sifuba, I wrote on this page on November 19, 2022: “Enough of this victim hogwash: you can’t be a victim of what you willingly allow.”

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Madam Speaker had topped Twitter trends as her video traversed the world, but the South African Establishment was casting her as a victim, the same way Madam Obiang is tacitly legitimizing adultery by making the women in the Engonga tapes victims of misogyny. They aren’t anything of the sort. Protecting the territory of infidelity isn’t protecting women; it is lunacy. A feminist/womanist world of half morals where avoidance of responsibility co-mingles with treachery, and where public toilets expect to be treated as treasures, doesn’t appeal to me. The characters Mrs Obiang is defending are dustbin women who deserve no quarter.

Even Mrs Obiang will agree that adultery isn’t nullified by the use of protection. Why can’t she see that she’s actively defending the morals of whores and their obsession with perverse pleasures? Did Engonga bewitch the women? Mrs Obiang is looking for virtue long lost, an exercise in futility The Feminazi have been talking about the Engonga tapes as if he is the only one in them. Even Twitter whores secretly admiring the lecher are chanting “Avoid men”!

These clowns just won’t shut up: they must recreate the world, willy nilly. As a woman of the night, US singer Cardi B drugged and robbed men, but now she leads the charge for a future in which boys will sleep in girls’ dormitories simply by identifying as females and in which a criminal caught robbing with his dog in tow will ask the police to go away with the dog because it now identifies as a robber while he, the arrested Innocent, actually identifies as a dog. Territorial transgressors don’t excite me. Defending women whose actions scoff at dignity is gross. Her Excellency, Madam Constancia Mangue Nsue Okomo de Obiang, is a disgrace.