WHAT MANNER OF MANHOOD

I tried not to look but I couldn’t shut my eyes nor remove my face. My eyelids and neck wouldn’t obey my half-hearted will to unlook. It was an arresting sight. She was wearing a sleeveless vest which, as she bent dishing out the food, revealed a large chunk of her young full breasts. They were just an arm’s length away, and clenching my fists together on the table was the only way I could prevent my hand from reaching out to grab and squeeze. She wore a silver coloured necklace whose amber pendant dangled at the bank of her cleavage. As she worked the two ripe black pears did tiny dances that sent watts of electricity down my spine.

“Is it enough?” Her voice jolted me. The dished rice, I saw with the tail of my eye, was twice what could satisfy me. I nodded, not trusting my voice. My eyes, savouring, unblinking. She reached for the flash of stew. Her breasts heaved and a tiny sigh escaped my being. My manhood was now its seven inch force, stretching my boxer to its elastic limit. Gratefully, the table covered this region/incidence.

After covering my rice with chicken and dark red stew she stretched to her full height. Any other thing, her pretty red lips inquired. I swallowed hard unable to completely tear my eyes from her chest, which held me in a tight lecherous grip, which now clearly revealed the dent her braless nipples made on her vest.

“Any other thing?” she spoke out.

I shook my head slowly.

“I am in my room in case….” She turned and began to walk away, calmly. I watched her round firm bottom sway this way and that with sensuous laziness. Her miniskirt exposed freshy portion of her laps which added fuel to the furnace of my urge. My groin hurt with frustrated desire and my body shook with suppressed craving.

She was gone but I still saw her. I saw her lying on my bed, naked, her bare boobs slightly sagged, smiling at me, daring me. I was sitting on her crotch lost on how to begin. To explore or not to explore, with my palms or tongue?… I just fell upon her body my lips taking in hers, my chest sizzling with passion at the warm joy of the contact.

I shook this thought vigorously from my head. I shouldn’t be lusting after her, she being just a child, seventeen. I picked out a spoon with shaky hand and drew the plate of rice closer. Eat and forget her; but even with a spoonful in my mouth, I didn’t forget her. I saw her, again, still naked, lying down, her middle finger inside her, exploring. She could do that, she was no saint, nay, no virgin.

I dropped the spoon and sat back to analyse this point. Who had disvirgined her? When? Where? Had she ever brought a boy home and had him under this roof? How often did she have sex? What was her favourite position? Phew, I would never find out. But one thing was certain, some rams was tupping at this beautiful ewe. I sighed, picked the spoon from the plate and tightened my lips with renewed determination to banish the evil thought forever.

Then I wondered, what manner of man am I, a man who lusts after his own daughter?
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33 thoughts on “WHAT MANNER OF MANHOOD

  1. Walt Shakes

    Holy Shit!!!
    It’s a disgusting man, that’s the manner of man. This is now the foundation for incestuous assault. First came the thoughts that shouldn’t be there. Then followed the overzealous interest in his daughter’s private life. And then the surrender to the tempest of forcing his amorous desire on his daughter.
    Ptueh!

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    • HARD VOICES

      “It’s a disgusting man, that’s the
      manner of man.”

      Walter on the attack, please put every harmful objects out of reach of this Angry Nigerian!

      It’s really a ptueh (whatever that means).
      Thanks Walter for blogging with us today.

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  2. Adeleke Julianah

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    • Peace

      Saint Gab! Maybe you could tell us how she caused it.
      And did U ask if he was the one that bought that wear for her? You can’t blame another for your inability to control your sexual urge.. It’s like you saying those pedophile are right in their act and their victims are the cause.
      Oga, permit me to suggest that you read that piece again..

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      • HARD VOICES

        Oh Peace, he’s just been mischievous, pulling our collective leg. The point being that a man who’s worth the title should be able to overlook even if his daughter passes by utter naked

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  3. Mike

    He’s a man who cant control his sexual urge, one who has an extreme low esteem, and not a christian. Disgusting, an abominable act. Let him find a call girl na. Just sayingoo

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  4. Peace

    Funnily, those are the kind of man we find in our today’s societies/world. Father indulging in sexual immortality and not with another but with their daughters.
    @ the end of the tunnel, he’s gonna put blame on Mr Ekwensu! But, I know if he was self concious then that tot of sin wouldn’t have been/crossed his mind/heart.
    Indeed, he’s a disgusting man which his seeds (daughters) must avoid.

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    • HARD VOICES

      Peace is not the one to comment everyday but when she does she leaves a lasting impression. She rocks like that. I just hope everyone who has incestuous designs or ever given it a thought reads this.

      Peace, ose

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  5. Alexis Chyka

    Hey Kings,where did this come from? Your id or super ego? *Just thinking out loud.
    Nicely written. I see Nigerians here in mini from lack of vision and misdirection. I see Buhari lusting, sorry,looking, then considering the damage already done. I only hope there’s the possibility and that moment of reflection when the most important questions are asked: who am I? What manner of leader am I?

    I like the open endedness. It reflects hope. Well done.

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    • HARD VOICES

      Chika has managed to make this more overtly political. Well well, always a welcome bonus to have an intelligent woman as roommate in prison, how dare you imply that Saint Buhari lusts? And if you live in Nigeria you already should’ve known what manner of leader he is.

      And yes it’s my super id, unable to remain locked due to lack of fuel to cool the heat inside. Thanks for blogging with us Copilot

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    • Peace

      Hi Alexis, trust me when I say I wasn’t looking at it from the Polikiticul angle*.. A tot just flash through my mind when I read your comment. Could it be that the Disgusting man could be that political head who had vow to take the mantle of leadership(Father: Head of the family) to protect, caters for his people( children i.e daughters) but now we can see what he’s doing(lusting after his seed).
      We can say he has lost it even from the start! What manner of Man indeed!!

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  6. Onyeka

    I see ds from d perspective of God’s creative power. God is wonderful. I also c ds from d angle of man’s insatiable want for d best. I refuse to b cajoled into a surface meaning

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    • HARD VOICES

      Looking at your underlined meaning I ask is God’s creative power of lascivious prodding? And in the angle of men’s insatiable want for the best, is the best a taboo and disgust inspiring?
      Discuss

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  7. Onyeka

    U know aw u interpret God’s blessings differ, while a pastor (like me) feels d cool evening breeze n raises hands in humble adoration, another will feel the same air n scroll down his contacts in search of d latest widow. U remember what dat nigger Roland Barthez said about meaning, “d birth of the reader is at d cost of the death of the author.” dat lady u created with all those endowments is a case study for God’s creative ability.

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