African Penis Enlargement
The picture you see above isn’t me.I was too ashamed to ever take a photo of my small dick. But it looked almost the same size as the one in that picture before I started using Mangala.
I didn’t feel like much of a man back then. Walking around with a tiny penis messes with your head. No one wants to say it out loud, but size matters. It matters a lot.
Women don’t respect men with small dicks. Some even hate them. Most won’t tell you that they’re unhappy with your size. They’ll just laugh with their friends, leave you, or mess with your head to feel in control.
Women crave a man with a big dick that’s capable of giving them leg quivering orgasms. If you don’t have one, she’ll find someone who does.
I always knew I was small. But I didn’t know how bad it could get when people found out. I learned that lesson the hard way during my freshman year of high school.
One Saturday afternoon while riding my skateboard through the neighborhood I ran into my slutty neighbor, Ashley. I had no idea meeting her would wreck my confidence and destroy my life.
Penis Humiliation
Her parents were out of town and she asked me to come over and watch a movie. This girl had a reputation for giving head to half the guys on the block. So I thought I’d finally get my first blowjob.
That night, I sat on her couch. A movie played, but I wasn’t watching it. I was sweating, thinking this might be my first time with a girl.
Ashley leaned over and unzipped my pants. Her hand slid into my underwear. She kept feeling around, too long.
“Where is it?” she asked, smirking. Then she proceeded to unbutton my pants, and pulled everything down to my thighs.
The laughter that followed haunted me for years. That night was just the beginning. What came next felt like an endless nightmare.
Evil Bitches
Teenage girls can be cruel. And Ashley was one of the worst.
She told everyone. And she knew a lot of people.
About a week later, I started noticing the looks. Girls at school would giggle and whisper when they saw me. At first, I didn’t know why. But then it got worse.
Soon, almost every girl in school was making that small dick gesture with their fingers. Some even laughed right in my face.
It felt like I was the punchline of a joke I couldn’t escape.
That torture went on until the last day of high school. I can’t tell you how sweet that day was. Graduation felt like ten Christmases and twenty birthdays rolled into one.
No more evil, vindictive bitches to taunt me. No more hallway laughs. Just the chance to start fresh at a university out of state — far enough away that I wouldn’t run into anyone from back home.
Yambo
My new school had a decent number of African students. One of them lived right across the hall from me in my off-campus apartment.
He stood around 6’2″, dark skin, and built like a tank. Way more muscular than any African guy I’d ever seen.
During my first week there, I saw no less than eight different girls knock on his door and go inside.
This kept happening — week after week. Black girls, white girls, Asian girls, Latina — he had the United Nations stopping by.
At first, I figured maybe he was tutoring them. Or they were tutoring him.
Turns out he was tutoring them… just not in books.
One Friday night, I was heading out when I heard a girl inside his apartment. It sounded like someone was being murdered.
Now, I was a porn addict back then. I knew what it sounded like when a woman was getting her brains fucked out.
But I had never — and I mean never — heard a woman moan and scream like that. Not even in the hundreds of videos I had watched.
The next night? Different girl. Same sounds.
And what got me was this — they never came empty-handed. Every single one brought him something. Groceries. Food. Laundry. Whatever.
That’s when I knew: I had to befriend this guy. I needed to know what he knew.
So I waited by my door one day, hoping to catch him coming out. Later that afternoon, it happened.
I struck up a conversation.
To my surprise, he was laid-back. Super friendly. Not cocky at all.
We clicked right away. In the days and weeks that followed, we got close.
That man would change my life forever.
His name was Yambo. He was from the Mandinka tribe in Mali.
And unlike most people in his country — who followed Islam — his tribe practiced an old African religion. They worshiped a god named Mangala.
Mangala
Yambo’s uncle was the village medicine man. Before Yambo came to study in the U.S., he was being trained to take over that role.
He had deep knowledge of their religion and the herbal potions passed down in his tribe.
One day, he told me something that shifted everything I thought I knew.
Mangala, he said, is their creator god — but also the god of manhood and the phallus.
One of Mangala’s titles is “God of Manhood, Ruler of Women.”
In Yambo’s tribe, they believe a man’s purpose is to create life. The bigger the penis, the more orgasms a woman feels during sex — and the easier it is to get her pregnant.
If a man’s size is too small to make a woman orgasm, he will father fewer children. Worse, the women he’s with will start to resent him.
But if a man has what Yambo called a “God Dick,” everything changes.
He’ll have many strong children. He’ll have happy, loyal wives who love him, respect him, and submit to his authority.
Big Penis= Happy Women
Yambo believed that any man could grow a “God Dick” using a special African potion that is made from a blend of carefully prepared herbs and penis manipulation techniques passed down through generations.
“No one is born with a God Dick,” he told me. “It is grown through the dedicated practice of our rites of manhood.”
In his tribe, young boys are initiated into the cult of Mangala at puberty. During the ceremony, they are given bottles of herbal potions. They’re also taught penis manipulation techniques by senior members of the cult.
This isn’t a short-term thing. They are expected to keep practicing for the rest of their lives.
Yambo told me a story about one elder in his village. This man’s phallus hung all the way down past his kneecaps.
One night, after working up some courage (with help from Heineken and Jägermeister), I told Yambo the truth.
I confessed that I had been cursed with a very small penis. Then I asked if he had any advice that could help me grow in size.
He looked at me calmly and explained a form of penis manipulation that sounded very familiar.
It was the same as what people online call jelqing.
Jelqing is a method where you make a slow, milking motion on a soft or semi-hard penis. Over time, it’s supposed to increase both length and thickness.
Most say it comes from Arab culture — but Yambo told me it likely started in Africa long before that.
The thing is… I had already spent years trying stuff like jelqing. I followed guides, watched videos, and even stuck to a daily routine. But nothing worked.
Yambo told me jelqing alone doesn’t work. Not without the right preparation.
He said you have to use the Mangala potion before starting the exercises — or it won’t do anything.
That’s when I realized: the Mangala potion was the missing key.
Yambo couldn’t give me his own ready-made Mangala potion. His religion strictly forbids non-members from using it.
But he still helped me. He gave me a list of ingredients. He showed me exactly how to mix the herbs and how to prepare my own Mangala potion.
Mixing The Potion
The process wasn’t as easy as I thought.
Some herbs had to be fermented. Others had to be boiled at just the right temperature, for the right amount of time.
Then each ingredient had to be added slowly, one by one, in a specific order. Yambo warned me: mess up one step, and the potion would be useless.
After a few tries, I finally finished my first batch of Mangala. I was excited. I started using it right away.
Yambo told me not to expect quick results. He said it usually takes one to two months to see real changes in size.
I followed every instruction exactly. I didn’t skip a single day. The goal of growing a “God Dick” gave me tunnel vision. I was obsessed.
Two weeks passed. Then four. Still, no real change in size.
I started to worry. Was this actually going to work?
Maybe the men in the Mangala cult were just born that way. Maybe it had nothing to do with the potion at all, I thought.
But even though I didn’t see much growth yet, something else was changing — and it was huge.
My testosterone felt like it exploded. I had more energy, more drive, and more aggression.
Back in Africa, Yambo had been a regional champion in a sport called Lutte wrestling. It’s a brutal mix of grappling and striking — part fight, part ritual.
He once told me, “Mangala puts iron and fire in your spine.”
At the time, I didn’t get it. I thought it was just a saying.
Now? I know exactly what he meant.
Testosterone Boost
I was never what you’d call an alpha male. If anything, I was the perfect example of a beta male.
I backed down from every fight. As you already know from my high school story, I got bullied by guys and girls.
But within two weeks of using Mangala, something in me changed.
I started working out — for the first time in my life.
I had confidence pouring out of me. My whole body buzzed with raw, masculine energy.
Before, socializing was hard. Now? It was natural. I’d find myself talking with groups of people, laughing, relaxed — no anxiety at all.
My muscles were growing fast. Bigger. Stronger. Harder.
A little over a month in, I started training MMA. People began to notice. My body changed so quickly that a few guys at the gym even asked if I was on steroids.
At about a month and a half into the Mangala routine, I got into my first real fight.
Not a one-sided beatdown. Not me running away. A real fight — one I actually fought back.
It happened at a party in my apartment complex.
I was on a couch with two girls sitting close to me. I could tell they were into me.
Then some loudmouth walked up with two of his buddies. He started mouthing off:
“Look at this ugly faggot. Must cut his own hair.”
“Where’d he get those clothes, the trash?”
I didn’t know it at the time, but he was the ex of one of the girls sitting beside me. She had dumped him a few weeks before.
Now he saw her talking to me — and clearly, he couldn’t handle it.
I tried to ignore him.
But something switched inside me.
Before Mangala, I would’ve stood up, walked out, and felt humiliated.
But this time? I stood up slowly. I got right in his face. My nose was an inch from his. I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Go fuck yourself.”
He shoved me.
Before I even knew it, my right fist landed on his jaw full force. .
No Fear
I’d seen tons of Worldstar videos of people getting knocked the fuck out. I just never thought I’d be the one doing it.
He hit the floor and didn’t move. For a second, I thought I might have killed him.
His two friends just stood there, frozen.
I braced myself, thinking they’d jump in. But after seeing what happened to their friend, they backed off.
I left the party and walked back to my apartment.
Later that night, a classmate called to say the guy was okay.
Most mornings, I’d get the usual 5 a.m. morning wood. But while using Mangala, it was next-level.
I was waking up rock hard — and staying that way. My sex drive was insane. I wanted to fuck every girl I saw.
But something else started to happen too.
Girls began noticing me — really noticing.
On campus, they’d smile with wide eyes and play with their hair. Clear signs they were into me.
Women who used to ignore me — or act cold — were now starting conversations.
It was like I had a new kind of energy. They could feel it.
Looking back, I could’ve slept with so many of them.
There were times I knew — 100% — they were down to fuck.
Hell, I could’ve had a threesome with those two girls at the party.
Right before her ex showed up and ruined it, one of them was actually saying how the three of us should go back to my apartment.
But I wouldn’t have.
Because no matter how confident I felt, I still carried the fear of what happened in high school.
I couldn’t go through that kind of hell again.
My dick hadn’t grown and I was starting to believe that I would be stuck with this micro-penis for the rest of my life.
Growth Explosion
One morning, just before I hit the two-month mark of my routine — something happened.
My cock exploded in size overnight.
I reached down, like I usually do when i got morning wood, and felt something different.
It wasn’t the same dick from the night before. This one was longer. Thicker.
Even my balls felt bigger — maybe a quarter inch more in size.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
My hands weren’t lying. I looked down, and it was real.
I grabbed a tape measure. My eyes almost popped out of my head.
I had gained 0.75 inches in length and 0.5 inches in girth.
From that day forward, the growth didn’t stop.
My dick went from 3 inches long and 2.75 inches around…
To 6.5 inches long and 4.75 inches around — all within about a year.
My balls grew from marbles to egg size.
And when I cum, it wasn’t weak little drops anymore. It shot out like a fire hose.
Now, years later, after sticking with Mangala and daily jelq practice — I’m almost there.
Almost at what Yambo called a “God Dick.”
Right now, I’m at 9.75 inches in length and 6.25 in girth.
And my sex life?
Let’s just say… I get more pussy than a porn star.
Sex God
Women are addicted to orgasms. And when you’ve got a big, hard cock, it’s easy to give them what they crave.
After using Mangala, I went from being a virgin to sleeping with a different woman almost every night.
A big dick is like a billboard. It advertises itself.
All it takes is sleeping with one girl in your social circle. She’ll tell her friends.
Then the floodgates open.
Soon, every girl she knows is knocking at your door, trying to find out if it’s true.
My phone never stops. Calls. Texts. Photos. All from young, beautiful women who want to get with a man that can fuck them right.
Once you’ve got the kind of size that can reach the A-spot — the deep part that drives women wild — everything changes.
The world becomes your sexual playground.
Bitches Love Big Bones
Don’t believe the bullshit about size not mattering.
Women crave a man with a big dick — it’s wired into their biology.
Yambo’s ancestors understood this. That’s why they passed down the practice of African penis enlargement for generations.
I believe every man has the right to live the kind of sex-filled, confident life I now live.
If I can go from a micro-penis to the python swinging between my legs today… so can you.
Do you want to grow a God God?
Then order your supply of Mangala today.