Yes after decades of solitary confinement in the conservative bottle under the watchful eye of Traditionalism, Her Romantic Majesty with the help of globalization has finally regained her freedom. As sweet as globalization maybe, she has proven that the famous saying that the thirst of kola is in its chewing. Indeed, the movement of the mouth is not a sign of romance with the bitter kola. Pen have been seduced into writing this piece because I have discovered that the pain and regrets of the wasted years can kill faster than a bite from the rattle snake. Many of us keep building on sand only for it to crumble like the tower of Babel when it matters most.
I am no saint and wish not to claim to more catholic than the Pope. Despite the fact that I am a lover of women, I have come to discover that globalization selling brand-(se) is nothing but emptiness if not done within the allowed and the accepted. Yes I agree that the coward becomes hungry for a fight when he sees who he can?t beat, but I make bold to say that the wisdom from the sages lacks locus starch in my case. Even at the risk of sounding immodest, I doubt if I can find someone who have enjoyed the robust, healthy and illuminating alliance with the female world like me. Imagine a world without these harmless and beautiful creatures of God. She will be soulless. Joe Fazin cannot, but ?the history of every country is carved by the hand of man, while the hope and love of humanity is born of a woman?s soul.
?I have always admired and respected the women world. The French believe that a woman forms or deforms a nation is a virgin truth. However, I have paused and ponder with tears running down my cheek like the ferin ruwa water fall why many of us chose to be conspirator or contributor to the project embarked upon by so called globalization to make rubbish of what African woman stands for. The poem ?la femme nor? by Laye Camaya will remain a ventable tribute to the beauty, strength and glory of African women. With the unacceptable, the undone and the unallowed rearing their ugly head in forms of lesbianism, homosexuality, nudism, rape, wife battery, wife swagging and divorce, I think this poem by this late African ideologue should be a vade mecum for all. Who gave our women this explicit and chronic sexual description? Who made our angel sex toys that can be used and dumped as effortlessly as I can pick a mango after a rainfall? Who can build on this ignoble philosophy piverting the strata of the society which demises the fact that a girl as a human person has a unique personality of an image of God that deserves respect and love? For crying out loud, all these verbal immodesty, ?I fucked her? ?I used and dumped her? came from where? One fact we fail to realize is that, ?that girl? could be our mother, our sister, our cousin or even girl friend.
Women, women, women!!! the drummer beats and sex, sex, sex we sing in chorus. But wait, who have discovered a gold mine between the legs of girls? Imagine even within an intimidating statistic thing that may make a mugu out of a guru, a sinner out of saint the senatorial phidophiles are in chronic search of girls younger than their unborn daughters to marry. Could it be that what?s under the skirt has such an immense power to make our legislators loss their rationality andbecome full time ?zombies?? What a shame? Truth be told, I am no saint, if ours were to be ?chicken republic? where it takes on up but ?Chioma Ajunwa? to eat the forbidden fruit, who said that I will be tired of running after Isioma, Amina, Tola, Oyinye and Rukky. In fact, my record will make mockery of what the eminent Jamaican Usein Bolt is known for. However, will it not amount to an expensive foolery for one to eat his tongue at the command of hunger? Even if the ?hidden? apple is sweeter than ?Eve?, one have no reason to walk with his head instead of his legs.
Like the curious monkey that became a victim of the hunter?s gun, we have continued even against doctors prescription so as to arrive at the castle under the skirt. But come to think of it, no sooner have you dived between the legs of a girl will you realize that fantasy can be notoriously deceitful. What? So the giant was only a laughable dwarf. With an expired visa denied renewal and stake naked, you begin to search for the difference between half a dozen and six.
Hahaha you had laughed like an Emperor from the soft touch that runs from pillar to post, the kisses beging. The speed of the current render Ben Johnson impotent fast, faster and fastest it runs that the gurara water fall. Hert a persona non grata walahi the anointing is overwhelming as view the bbob under the protection of the bra Ha! The bra who was found guilty earlier is discharged ad acquitted. The skirt is found guilty of obstructing free flow of traffic and sentenced to the floor with hard labour. You again? The pants receive your querry. Now the emperor is battle ready erect, who can stop hin? Not even the Bokassa and Mubutu Sese seku and dream of that. With the pants subdued, the food becomes ready. Who says Ton, Dick and Harry will refuse an invitation to such a sumptuous feast.
Indeed the politics of what?s under the skirt is at work if Samson became a zombie before Delilah, Harab a pillow for Jezebel, tell me why ceasar will not be made an expensive mugu by calpurnia. What of Adam and Eve? Did King Ahasuerus not look and saw less under the magic touch of queen Esther? Even Alhaji who was celebrated a centenary swimming betweens the legs of his four wives want some more outside the wedlock even with the assurance of seventy two virgins by Allah. Who knows where Pastor jump and pass deposited his Bible when he was invited by loveth to touch, pluck nd eat the forbidden fruits?
What has to be done must be done and nobody is denying this existional reality. However, it is important that as youth, we search for the black goat before dark. We must learn to invest our youthful energy in the absolute of life (real issues) and not the relatives (distractions). Why rush to pay your bride price when the beautiful ones are not yet born? Life is like a coin of two sides she can only give you back what you have sown. If we disregard the law of nature in chase of shadow, poverty and insecurity will become us back after our game of foolery. Indeed, sex is enjoyable but empty without the values that gives it meaning. While it is a great disservice to the women world to reduce the beauty and glory of human sexuality to fornication, every Ali, Abiola and Aaron should know the Obi, who was a child yesterday, a boy today, will become a man tomorrow not excluding the challenges therein. The way you make you bed so shall you lie on it.
Echoes of Reality?With Martins-hassan Esom (08165148181)
