Posted in The Horny Christian - Confessions, The Logical Theist

Bondage is an Archaic concept that is trending

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I have considered entering a bondage before, as gentle and sane as I look. Looking back at what made this an attractive idea, I think it was that need to feel possessed by someone else. Strangely you may not believe that some people actually derive pleasure from being owned, just as some derive pleasure from being owners of others.

I remember the days of “Tagged”, that social network where people are called “Pets”. The network had its own currency and each user had a value for being on the platform, people were being traded and one could increasingly build value by buying other pets and selling them when they increased in Value. The gamefication of slavery and bondage is one phenomenon that will not die any time soon, it gives Psychological satisfaction and relief to a lot of people and just like any addiction it could be hard to break.

I also remember the era of role play games, I didn’t get involved much in these ones because they involved a lot of internet connection data and Nigeria was still catching up on a very slow pace. I remember that we had chat rooms also where people would pretend/role play as master and slaves, I saw these things as just text and chatting. I never realized till much later that they were going beyond the social platforms to meetups, cash transactions, torture, submissions and real life cults.

There is a bond of possession that is inextricably linked with sexual activity, even in our poems we talk about how the lover gives out his soul. We can feel the depth of these things and we understand that simple repetitions of these kind of ideas actually turn into a fixed psych that ensures that the victim continues to search for a owner and the owner continues to search for a slave.

The story of the Nigerian man who shows in public functions with ladies leashed like dogs seems like a shocker but it should not be. We should be more concerned about why these physical manifestations are not linked to something deeper than just arrogance or riches. There is a soul tie between the owner and the owned and it is these kind if relationships that should be expected in the coming years as Africans evolve in sexuality, technology and relationship.

The shameful thing is that, the law has nothing to say about this. We may say spiritual bondage is not real, but here we are seeing fellow humans tied like animals.

Posted in Fiction and Poetry, The Horny Christian - Confessions, The Logical Theist

Erections

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Sunday Erections

Do you know everything about a man has a conscience except his erections? Okay am just kidding but how many of us have had some of those weird moments when the “fly” suddenly becomes taut and we try every secret manoeuvre to adjust the silicon snake from inside the pocket, beside the zipper, inside the belt area… We twist and turn because “this cannot be happening here!”

I know a lot of us shy away from the most troubling experiences we have, like when a beautiful lady shoots out her breast in church and the seams of her Skirt liner are almost bursting. We know that something is wrong, it was not our plan to have an erection while worship is on.

Today I had a similar experience, this lady wore a flower Patterned top and a red Skirt, those skirts that fit so well and are usually the stretchable materials. I really don’t know the name for fabric, but I know you get the idea. I was honestly trying to find a moment of Silence with God, because I was aware that my heart was jumping all around the place.

Anyone looking at me would have seen a well behaved young man, while inside my pants and my head was a raving lunatic. For some terrible reason, I could not just focus in church. There were just too many attractive ladies, I don’t know if this is the burden of being single and in your mid-twenties. I was just looking out for all the pretty ladies who were also looking back at me. At a point I wondered if they were also single and looking to mingle, or they were just wondering which kind of person I was, not dancing and shouting like everyone else.

Back to the red skirt, I suddenly noticed her back view. She stood with her legs firmly set in place and spread apart, she seemed like someone trying not to move and this made her butt shape to take a solid outline.

At that instance, my mind was crowded with terrible thoughts and I felt so sad about coming to church. I don’t blame the lady, no she has a right to dress anyway she feels God would approve of because I believe there were other guys in that same auditorium who did not even feel a thing.

Do you know how many times of a day I have these kind of experiences? Even while I was still a virgin, I experienced lust at very magnified levels. I have come to query the idea that if one died in such moments, he/she would go to hell. The burden of worrying about all such fleeting moments, times when something just appealed to us, its just too heavy.

If God had no better way to evaluate man, then we are probably all doomed

. I know we talk about Sanctification, some say when you are sanctified you just cannot have such situations. I think sexual suppression is equated to sanctification, a man would avoid erotic feelings towards his wife because he wants to make heaven. The only time he expresses any form of emotions is when reproduction is required or whenever the erections become unbearable.

I don’t know how people handle the guilt and embarrassment of these kind of experience.

This is a Confession.

Posted in Fiction and Poetry, Generic, The Horny Christian - Confessions

Animasahun, Philanderer

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Philanderer: “Animasahun” a man who likes many women and has short sexual relationships with them. The Animasahun in Yoruba is the town Casanova who sleeps around and makes no commitments.

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There had been several opportunities for me to walk up to Ronke and tell her I just wanted to have sex but the Lord was about to play me a fast one. My intentions were strictly sexual, I had no plans to date her.

I had always felt that marrying a girl in her social class would be one long and tedious journey, I could only imagine all the things I would have to change. I have sworn that I will never marry a woman that would make me feel uncomfortable about my self, every time I see Ronke, I could only see a girl who was living the life I always wanted to live.

First I found her father’s office and took a Job as his Clerk, a position which coincidentally opened up around that time. Most people don’t understand my obsession with details, I could Iron a shirt for 3hours just to get the perfect result on every side of the shirt. I was Meticulous about parking Mr. Badmus’s car, picking grocery for Mrs Badmus just on the dot of 4pm.

My best friend was aware that my new job was not just a means to finance my school fees, he was like my twin. He knew that I was only a few inches short of being a psychopath, raising myself as an orphan had turned me into a monster.

Tunde tried his best to dissuade me from my plans but ended up helping me with the plans when he saw I would not stop. We started to send anonymous letters and messages to Mrs. Badmus; apparently a Man who had been stalking her wanted to apologise, he did not know she was married or that she was a Parent but somehow a Man at her husband’s office had scolded him for stalking a married woman. This drama played on for some weeks and It was only a matter of days before I started staying over, eating dinner, playing board games with the Mr. Badmus, his wife and daughter loved me.

Something changed in those few weeks, I started to walk with my heads and shoulders high, Ronke could not see any flaw in me. Her wide smile and high cheekbones accentuated her innocent questions, she would sit with me on the rugged floor of her room and ask me about school. She wanted to know everything, and as much as I was resisting, I found her innocence so compelling and basked in her brilliant adoration.

The night we sat on her bed holding hands, the moment we looked into our glazed eyes and were making to share a kiss, that moment was the moment of truth for me. I had a firm but gentle grip of her shoulder, her eyes were half shut and I could not see the arrogant spoilt brat I knew from afar. She had allowed me into her world and at the same time she had stolen her way into my heart.

She was still waiting for her kiss, my heart melted and tears rolled down my cheeks, I could not understand how someone could love so unconditionally. Her family had been tricked but they only gave me love in return, I had no one to love me the way they did and stealing from them at that point would most likely be a mistake that would never be worth it.

The next day, I woke up at dawn before anyone had stirred, I packed my bag and left without a note, there was no way to explain how undeserving I felt. Maybe someday, we will meet under better circumstances, maybe I would not be as selfish as I was, maybe I would be able to love as I was loved