What's so Special about Sex????

This was a post I did sometime in 2008. Obviously these are times man needs a wife in this lonely world especially when the whole world seems to be full of everything sensual. Writing and talking about it makes me feel a lot better!

Here it goes ....

There are times we have to reflect on certain mysteries that have come to affect our daily lives in such a manner that keeps us wondering about the complexity of life in its entire form. There’s something extraordinary about this 3-letter word that makes me borrow a line from a traditional praise-song poem to sufficiently describe it:

“… One sees and points towards with all one’s fingers.”

What’s so special about SEX that makes everybody want to talk about it? This assumption might not be generally acceptable because even with the advancement of technology and a lot of stuff that has now come to stay, a lot of people especially in religious quarters still don’t want to talk about it. If you have never thought about the true essence of SEX and all the mystery that surrounds it, maybe we should all spend a few minutes after reading this to critically examine if there’s really a mystery surrounding this word.

Have u ever wondered why husbands cheat on their wives because of sex and vice-versa?

Have u ever wondered why parents find it so difficult to talk to their children about sex?

Have u ever wondered why a whole lot of us can’t wait until we get married before we experiment with sex?

Have u ever wondered what the world would look like if God activates our hormones on our wedding night?

Have u ever wondered why it is believed that sex affects our destinies?


My thoughts and contribution towards making the world a better place!

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I'm having another blog crush!

... Tag!

I was tagged some few days back by T.Notes ( Who I can't seem to refuse). This may help in bringing out the real me! Let's see how it goes ...

Right now I'm feeling ..... like spending the rest of this year just in the arms of the 1 I love!

When I'm alone I feel like .... getting this stage of my life done with as soon as possible!

When I'm surrounded by people .... I usually just want to go inside that shell that I seem to have carved out 4 myself.

One thing I hate is .... being taken for granted!

One thing I really like about myself is .... that a lot of my friends and family think they know me but they absolutely don't and may never will for a while.

When I'm feeling sad .... I just want to cry to feel better. The tears help you know, even though I'm a guy.

When I daydream it's usually about .... my dream-house, cars and having my own family!

I'm afraid of .... all my dreams not coming true and making the same mistake my only sister made.

I'm happiest when .... there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

One thing that really worries me is .... my sexual appetite!

If I could change one thing about myself it would be ... the shape of my head!

If I could be with anyone right now, I would be .... the only woman in my life right now that makes my heart beat faster than ever.

The family member I'm closest to is .... none! yeah ... I know I'm weird

If I was really honest with my Mother I would tell her .... I had already started experimenting with sex before she warned me not to.

One thing I regret about my life is .... going into all those relationships I wasn't really emotionally ready for.

If I only had one more day to live I would .... I would spend time with GOD seeking HIS face

If I was really honest with my father I would tell him .... I can't believe I'm missing him.

One thing about me that nobody knows is .... this one is personal o.Like T.Notes said, it's no longer a secret if I let it out. Besides, I have let out enough secrets already.

I hope that Someday in the future .... I will be in a position where I will help to make Nigeria a better place than this 'tasteless food' country.

When I think about my family I feel .... I really need to make them proud more than ever and take the family name to greater heights.

Something I'm really embarrassed about is .... doing the most craziest odd jobs since I got here to survive!

One thing about me I never want to change is .... My heart. The ladies say I have a good heart ..lol

One thing I feel really proud of is ..... the fact that I'm a step closer to getting a master's degree.

Blogsville has helped me to .... vent out my thoughts, pains, joy and creativity

One thing I like about blogsville is .... the fact that I seem to have more virtual(blogville) friends than I have in real life.

Monologues (Cont'd)

There are different impressions about me

Some say I rise first thing in the morning

Some say it's so dangerous 4 a 'V' to be close by early in the morning

The myths surrounding me have been consistent since creation

It is even believed I'm easily moved by what I see

Some of these myths are right

Some are wrong

I have a mind of my own

My escapades speak for it itself

My siblings have added in no small measure to every population

At least I still do some good

Despite the huge criticism I face

I know some love me

I know some hate me

All in all, the world and the entire woman race can't resist me

I have my up and downs too

As soon as I discovered my self and what I could do

Life has been so difficult

Even times when I try to maintain the so-called celibacy posture

Mr. Chairman keeps sending signals through the brain to me

Which I pick up instantly without having to tune in to any channel

The happiest time comes

With the surge and spill

That absolutely makes the BP oil spill an absolute child's play!

I have had so many reactions to the 'Monologue' series. As at last night, someone who ventured to my blog asked what I was thinking when I wrote the first series with this question - 'Were you horny?'. Special thanks to all those who seem to get the creativity behind my imagination of giving the 'kini' a voice. T.Notes took up my challenge of doing his own version of the 'Monologues' by coming up with a play version (Great job & ...thanks for the publicity!)

Will there be a need for more series or parts?

Na wa 4 bloggers jare!

I have read with keen interest the comments made on my last post which I have decided to pull down probably because of the hypocrisy hidden in some of the comments and the entire mis-judgement of the 'Monologues'.

I have read worst things on blogville and I don't think I have overstepped my boundaries. It's my blog and like Naijalines said, I can blog on whatever I like.

All I wanted to do was give a voice to 'kini'(as some have labelled it) and imagine what it would sound like if it had a mind of its own. It was all about creativity!

My days on blogville are definitely numbered!

From the Archives ....

I just have a hunch that me and Naijalines would be doing something again together very soon. Even though she hasn't given her consent and doesn't have an idea on what we will be working on yet, I sort of went back to the archives to dig this out. This was actually posted sometime in 2008. The part 1 was on her blog while I was given the rare privilege to have the part 2 on my blog.

This is the Part 2 of the joint post 'Jambite' - posted on Naijalines' blog several weeks back. I must confess that Naijalines has been a great friend,sister,motivator and virtual crush (this started when she started the virtual crush craze on blogville) since my sojourn into blogging began. I must also remind you that Naijalines and I graduated from the same university and same department(great coincidence) but I must also mention that she graduated in the 80s while I graduated sometime in 2007 (Naijalines,I prostrate in deep respect!).
From our contributions, I hope you will be able to appreciate the different periods and time span.


MUSCO
200 level created other ‘levels’ for cousin & I
We joined the league of BQ boys
Though we had to pay through the nose for it
We moved in and everybody thought we were rich guys
But we actually lived like normal guys drinking garri & cooking beans(once in a while)

U.I had become so conservative
Everywhere was silent & deserted after 9pm
Nothing interesting was happening on campus
Triangular life was the way
Class-Hostel-Fellowship
There was no main joint in the whole campus where students could hang out
After 9pm, you were at risk of getting your phone snatched
Security became a big issue

We defiled all odds
Moving around at odd hours wasn’t a big deal for us
The roads leading to female halls Idia & Awo knew us well
Apart from visiting the girls
The English Premiership & Champions League made Awo Hall a delight to visit
After visiting the girls & watching football
We branched at Iya John’s in front of Idia Hall to fill the stomach for dinner
This woman was a jack-of-all food
She sold everything from moi-moi, fried yam, akara, bread to fried meat
The table used for selling became a meeting point for many on campus
Girls were chased & toasted while akara was being sold & bought .

In my last two years in the premier University
I got involved in a relationship that generated a lot of gossip
A lot of friends believed
I was too cool and smooth for the relationship
It didn't work out in the end
I learnt my lessons though.

The club boys made Friday nights interesting with their convoys
Their penchant for lining up their cars in front of Idia & St.Annes added a little bit of life
Never went to a convoy party until after my final exams in U.I
We were still on the move to the party venue at 1a.m
Girl I was supposed to go with
Came to the take-off point with me but ended up
Zooming off in another guy’s car.


NAIJALINES
As a female stalelite, there was only one way out if you wanted a social life.
When bobos ask you if you're a jambite
Better say yes or you're dust
You see...a stalelite is like an adelebo*{1}
You are yesterday's news
So if you really like a toasterYou paro fun ni o*{2}
Then later ti o ba ti gba ti e*{3}
You drop the bombshell...gently

The same thing goes for party invitations
Do not tell guys the 'S' word
If you don't want to become party woodliceA.k.a. unwanted infestation
Lie, lie, lie if you want to go to the 'happening' parties in town.

I never really understood the 'discrimination' against stalelites
Except that guys liked fresh blood a.k.a journey just come
You see it was an advantage to guys
Particularly those with the worst reputations
If the girl does not know a boy is 'bad', she may not be on her guard
And so she becomes game a.k.a prey to the hungry lions

I remember Dr (Mrs) Ogunyemi
Our English Prose and Feminism Lecturer
Boy, she was good!
Her passion gave feminism a vibrant following
Boys frowned, girls cheered.
We danced with joy to Elizabeth's strength of character in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice
We were all too aware of the injustice and oppression in Buchi Emecheta's Second Class Citizen...
so shocking...
Sexism in Nigeria's igbo culture intermingled with racism to become a woman's nightmare in far away England.
To this day, those two books remain staple favourites in my library

I remember Dr Ashaolu
Our English Poetry and African Drama lecturer
Everyone loved his lecturing style, his calm gentle manner
He was also my supervisor for my final thesis
It was a wonderful experience
I did not let him down. I did well.

I remember sharing a room with born again christians in my 3rd year
Actually they were cool once they realised I wasn't the fellowship type
I did my thing, they did theirs
My boyfriend was off to NYSC then
He was 2 years ahead of me
For some reason he thought it would be a good idea for us to take a 'break'
A.k.a. this is my year to sleep around before I come back to you
I did not argue. He had his 'break'.
By the time he came back, someone else was filling in, covering his 'break'
He was livid, I was amused.
"What's the matter?" I asked
"I thought you wanted a break, did you have fun?"
"It wasn't that sort of break", he snapped.
Anyway, he gave me an ultimatum
I broke up with the other guy
We got back together.
In hindsight it was a mistake
Ah...we learn, we learn.
A year later I broke up with Mr Ultimatum
We were meant to travel together to the UK and get married
We didn't make it
Such is life
Many girls had the same experience with 'NYSC break -up strategy'
Boys were so stupid then. Are they still like that now?

Uni experiences do shape and prepare one for the adult world
So much is learnt about oneself and relationships with others
The stalelite says goodbye to teenagehood and hello to full adulthood
Unfortunately, adulthood does not come with an instruction manual
You have to find your way.

Translations - Yoruba to English:
1. Adelebo - Married woman (just 'poetic licence' - no sexism intended or to be inferred)
2. You lie to him
3. Later when he's really into you

Link: www.naijalines.blogspot.com/jambite

Monologues (1)

Most times

They say I control myself

Women believe that once I wake up from slumber

I can hardly think straight

I stay awake till I get what quenches my thirst

It is even believed

I'm moved by what I see

Although I believe it's more of a myth than reality

I still believe I have a mind of my own

Which makes it difficult for my 'owner' to control sometimes

There are times I wonder why I wield so much power

But I'm at peace because I know Heaven brought me to fore for a purpose

Yes! I was definitely part of the creation story or ...

Created for a particular reason

I know certain women purposely provoke me with their dressing

They have woken me up from slumber in public places

They have made my 'owner' send messages to me from the brain

I try to resist most times especially when I had been warned earlier

Somehow, it's just so difficult for me to resist a challenge

I have been put to test so many times

I really wonder what state I would be now if ...

There could be more depending on the reactions I get from this. It's sort of interesting to be able to view things and issues from another perspective. I can't wait to read comments!