Ebedeinde Wrestlers' Nest

06/02/2026

P***S CARE

Take Care of Your P***s...

Tips to keep your p***s clean, sweet and healthy.

As a man, keeping your p***s healthy and sweet is important. Your sexual
organs are very valuable and must be cared for.

1. A clean p***s is very important so wash your p***s with warm water at
least twice a day. Clean the sc***um and under the p***s shaft gently and
scrub your scrotal sack too.

2. Leaving too much hair around the p***s is not cool, hair around the base of the p***s can be breeding ground for boils and cause bad odour so shave or keep it short and clean.

3. Don't pamper the p***s too much, As soon as you notice an infection, boil, rashes, please get help
immediately.

4. Many guys wear one boxer for a whole week or even a month but for health reasons pls change your
boxers everyday. Dirty boxer may give your p***s a permanent bad smell and a bad taste.

5. Guys what you eat affects the taste of your semen or pe**le juice. Avoid
too much garlic, onion, alcohol,coffee and spicy foods. Eat fruits that are
high in natural sugar like oranges, apples, mangoes and please take honey too. They all make your s***m
taste good to feed the egg for a healthy baby.

6. A woman's face may need makeup but not your p***s. Avoid using powder around the p***s. If you do,
especially after shaving, you might have to deal with serious irritations. The p***s doesn't need perfume to smell good so don't spray perfume around your p***s.

*NB*: For those who are not
circumcised, in your case, please pull back the the fo****in and wash underneath with warm water everyday.

Always remember, a clean p***s is mightier than Goliath's sword..

Finally guys, please go for a quick check up if you notice any changes within your sc***um, this could be a sign of prostrate cancer. It's common among men about and above 50years.....

Men, please this is educational material so don't take offence prostate cancer is real and claims life.

Rules are Rules 🫵 ⚠️

03/02/2026

Its Tomorrow in Accra!

Basic Coaching Course in Armwrestling for would-be coaches and trainers.

Ghana Armwrestling - Building Coaches to Build Champions💪🏻

Train, Empower, Lead!

02/02/2026

02/02/2026

Happy 81st Birthday 🥳🎉😘 in loving memory of Nǃxau ǂToma (God's must be crazy 😂)🎂🥳Forever iconic. Forever remembered ❤️

23/01/2026

42 Years Ago Today

23/01/2026

23/01/2026

Stephanie Vaquer has now hit 125 days as Women's Champion. She has the longest reign of any of the current Champions on the Main Roster 👏

23/01/2026

HE DIED CALLING FOR HIS MOTHER

The morning sun hid behind thick clouds, as though ashamed of what the earth was about to witness.

They pulled this man through the narrow path that led to the village square—not like a human being, but like a rag, like a thing. His knees were bruised, his hands tied so tight they had turned purple. His shirt was torn, soaked in sweat, tears, and blood.

People shouted. Some spat. Others pointed.
“Criminal.”
“Wicked boy.”
“He should be killed.”
“What did he steal?” someone asked from the crowd.

The shopkeeper screamed: “My market money! Twenty-five thousand naira! He entered when I stepped out. Who else could it be?”

His lips were quivering. His voice came out dry and cracked. “I didn’t take anything. Please… I swear on my mother’s life…”
But his voice was drowned in anger.
Nobody believed him.

The first stone hit his forehead. He screamed, not just from pain—but from disbelief.
A man kicked him in the ribs. He fell, gasping.
Another hit. Then another.
They didn’t stop.
Children watched.
Mothers joined in.
Elders stood still.

As blood poured from his nose and mouth, His voice broke through the chaos:
“Mama! Mamaaa… help me!”

But his mother… she wasn’t there.
She had gone to fetch firewood that morning, not knowing her only son was being murdered.

They brought out a tyre.
Someone had petrol.
They poured it.
He cried louder, begged harder, shaking like a wounded animal.

“Please… I didn’t do it. I didn’t… I want to live…”

But mercy was already gone.
And then—the matchstick.

The fire roared. His scream tore through the sky.
He tried to crawl out, but someone pushed him back with a stick.
His fingers burned as he reached out for help that would never come.
His lips moved one last time, and no one could hear what he said-but maybe, it was “I’m sorry”, or maybe, “I’m afraid.”

And then… silence.

Moments later—too late—a boy ran into the crowd, out of breath, his voice shaking:
“It wasn’t him! I swear! It was the shopkeeper’s cousi