Wild Beast


 
Hi there, ardent reader. I apologize for the absence. Had health challenges (which I might share someday) but we are back from the dead and looking forward to better things this month. Hope you are excited about the month of May. I don't know about you but I personally Thank God for this Friday.. Forcible Right Words is two months old today.


Today, I did not really have an article. So I decided to pull one out of the archives. I wrote this piece or will I call it story 3 years ago while I was doing my mandatory National Youth Service. This is very personal to me and would serve a moral lesson or two to whoever reads this piece with a open mind, most especially the warm blooded youth who is not careful with expressing feelings or should I say often shows lack of self control. Now the term Wild Beast is not a derogatory term for such persons but for a term for that unruly organ we all have... Which organ? Lol. Ain't telling you. If you want to know, read.

WILD BEAST

I can't exactly remember what triggered this flashback. I think heard someone ranting away or I was jobless at that time and my mind exhumed a memory that I planned to seal away until the day of judgement, when every thought of the heart and secret deed would be exposed by the brightness of the one on the throne. But again I thought, it could do good to those who read, that they may learn the lessons thereof. Sounding like a preacher bah? Lol, watch my 'not-so-serious' side take over, but hey, He might sound funny but would still spit the truth all the same. This story happened or should I say didn't happen during my Service year. Maybe, Maybe not. Before I continue let us take this message from NIGERIAN BLOGGERS CENSORS BOARD.


[THIS ARTICLE IS RATED MATURE 18+, LONG READ, SEX THEMES, READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]

Ok,We were nine corpers living in the same lodge - four guys and five ladies. One of the ladies - I would call her 'Dee', had a friend who was serving in a local government close to ours but she was always having issues with her PPAs and the NYSC secretariat, so she was always coming around. The first she came to our lodge and Dee introduced her to me, all i saw was this short, super-slim lady in jeans waistcoast and trousers. I didn't think much of her then, until she started to come around more often and eventually moved in for the rest of her service year.  This lady - I would rather not say her name, but I would give you a clue. Her middle name is the same with an English football club. Whenever guys would hail her 'up *insert your guess*!' She would be like, "No o, I don't even like them, I am an Arsenal fan." Lol! I hope that helps with the guess game odds. Like I was saying, this lady started visting our lodge more frequently and she was in the habit of wearing a type of gown, I used to see but didn't know the name until I checked it out later and I discovered it is called a 'nude pump.'

Honestly at this point, I don't feel like I should continue writing anymore. I don't want anybody to read and be like 'Ah! Broda Emeka!' Some people be even calling me pastor at my church sef. I sometimes feel people should only see or hear you talk about being pious, working hard, doing good and so on but not stuff like this. But if there is anything I have learnt since I became a teens counsellor, it is, nobody needs your forming. Like my teenagers, people would 'sniff' a hypocrite, 'yinmu' to everything you say and still go ahead to carry out their intentions. Be real, people would be open and trust you more.

Back to the story for the last time, So, miss 'English club' starts coming around often with a nude pump and all her outlines were well...outlined. She posed such a healthy rear, it made the guys choke on discomfort. I remember one occasion, staring at the guys casting stares at her rear. I could sure guess what was in their heads and boy, it was a question that nagged my thoughts for weeks. "How a girl so thin have such a *gesticulating a rice bowl with both hands*?" And the most intriguing or is it annoying part was that because the girl had no other fat on her, one eyes tend to zero on that healthy part like one would automatically do when you see a cluster of trees in a desert. Very dry illustration shey, well deserts are dry sha. So came one day, we were all eating together and I don't know how 'hips' entered our discussion, (It must have been that very naughty KC) then the guys couldn't bear it no more and started throwing up 'England club', your hips bad o!' Two other ladies affirmed it. Only I and Deborah were quiet. And unless I didn't see well, there on Deborah was half a sneer. Jealousy? No, I didn't think so. Deborah was better propotioned as a lady.

Sometime later, we were all in Dee's room talking and everybody suddenly stood up to go out and charge their phones because there has been power outage for days. Only 'English club' and I were left. But because I was enjoying the convo, I didn't want to leave. Then she turned her back and I suddenly realised we were alone. Red lights blared in my spirit - warning me to leave while it was still safe. My 'baser self' sought to override my control systems, you can guess the first thought on my mind right. I never realised deep down how I too wanted to utter those words the guys had confessed earlier. My tongue was neighing and kicking like a wild stallion and I was desperately holding on to the leash but it looked like I was losing this tug-of-war.

 (Like you know me, my thoughts didn't exactly play out like this, for the purpose of storytelling did I arrange it this way.)

"Guy, just say it. Don't be coward"

"No. I am a child of God. I can't be saying such."

"What's bad there now? Sebi the guys said it the other day and nobody got raped."

"Hmm...you are right but..."

"But what? Girls like to be appreciated. Its just appreciating you know. She would know you are not all about being spiri-koko but you care about her looks too."

"you think so?"

"Just go ahead and say it."

*My mouth goes dry, tongue set to get loose but Wisdom timely cuts in.*

"You too want to say it abi?"

I frown. "*Na wa for you o. Must one has a conscience crisis over every little thing? You heard him, its just appreciating na."

"Ok o. Sebi its just 'Your hips bad o' that you want to say?"

I frown harder. "Ehn..."

"Ngwanu carry on, just say it one more time to yourself before you say it out."

I did it and see the sense behind it.

"And...?"

"I feel like a fool. How can I just say such in a normal, casual conversation?"

"Oh good. I thought the hips will not make you think. By the way, let me remind you that you are not supossed to be here."

My Baser-self angrily interrupts.

"*Oga. He's just having a conversation jor!"

"Guy keep quiet!" Wisdom retorts.

"Oya calm down na. I continue. Nothing is going to happen *jor. Its not as bad as you think it is. I can still say it without sounding stupid."

*Wisdom shows an inverted smile and sighs out of exasperation*

"I can just round up our conversation and say something like 'I have always wanted to know where you got your gown from, it just brings out your full figure.' If I gesticulate with my hands, she would know what I am talking about.' See, I said it without it being X-Rated."

"Abi o!"  Supports My Baser-Self.

"Emeka, after all I have taught you. I shake my head for you o. Don't you know that once you've said those words, you can't gather them again. And you know these girls and the way they think, she would strongly suspect you are hitting on her. Like you chose to say this when nobody is around. And before you know it, she is wagging her tongue to Dee and the rest of the ladies, all your reputation and respect they have for you flushed down the drain all for some careless words. And unfortunately, if she secretly likes you, from talking, it would graduate into touching, then what you said will not happen will eventually happen..."

"Ok, Ok, I get the message. I'm sorry."

*Wisdom smiles, Baser-self retreats, I snap back to reality*

I mumble some excuse to 'English club' who had no idea of what just happened in my mind, about getting back to a book I was reading. I go back to the room feeling truly sorry and thankful for the grace to control my tongue. Because in all honesty, I might not have been able to handle the consequences, all for some cheap flirting. In the days to come, I was much more in control of my eyes and the hips didn't seem so 'in-my-face' anymore.

The embarrassing part came much later. Oh. You thought that was the end of the story? Oh No.

When miss 'English club' eventually moved in, soon later, she just finished washing one afternoon and I was at the corner of the lodge, gyming or meditating like I usually do when I heard someone shout, who turned out to be Dee,  "England club', your *nyansh don fall o!" and she burst into laughter. I saw the slim lady run to pick up an black foam object that I am sure I had seen but wasn't sure of what it was - you know women and all their fashion gadgets. But now it all started to make sense - That is why it was so unnaturally perfect  and Dee didn't comment that day because she had always known. The 'revelation' made me so weak, I almost slumped. I could have thrown away my reputation for some 'inorganic behind'. I didn't know why I didn't hate her afterwards. I guess it was because I started to feel pity for her. Like she was so thin she was probably just doing it to boost her self-esteem. Yes, anyone who wears foam bra or whatever has low self-esteem. Please ladies, if cloth no size you, no wear am na. Is it by force? Don't go about decieving eligible suitors out there. You might say I am over-reacting but it is going to matter sooner or later if I was going to spend the rest of my life together with you. Thank God for self-control, many guys like me have trapped themselves in relationships they regretted cuz they just did a casual fllirting with that 'fine babe' who turned out to be 'bad market'. People have bound themselves to promises they can never fulfill because they let the beast run free when they are too happy. Or should we talk of curses, mean oral daggers that has destroyed the self-esteem of many because that little muscle. As someone who believes in the power of words. What we say propel us into acting. Do your research. Guys, Ladies, let's think before we speak, lest we fall into pits we didn't plan to dig. If the words ain't right, do not say it.
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"Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body but it makes great boasts...it is also a fire, a world of evil...it corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one's life (your future, your destiny etc) on fire...No one can tame the tongue (unless by the Spirit of God and the fruit of self-control) it is a restless evil, a deadly poison." James 3:5-8. (Edited)


Oga (Or-gaa) is Nigerian slang for boss
*Na wa for you o - is pidgin for 'You are just too much, aren't you?'
'Jor' (pronounced as spelt) is Yoruba language for 'please'
'Nyansh' (pronounced as spelt) is Nigerian slang for bum, buttocks

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