He told me all
sort of things he could buy me if only I could accept to go out with him that
day.
Shit!
Talk of one
nightstand!
He promised me
things that even if he sold the bike, he still wouldn’t have been able to
afford.
One of those pretty ladies that came to The Sun
for industrial attachment told me that she discovered after careful
investigation that Okada riders shy away from picking male passengers.
Some of them will
tell you that ladies pay more because they don’t work for the money. It’s a
lie! They just want to
feel those boobs bouncing and heaving at every plunge as they speed away.
I heard, but lord knows, have not yet seen…I heard that some of them have been
known, to have swayed some babes with the power of their sugar coated tongues
and laid the babes that same day. Ha!
I was told they
gauge the receptiveness of babes to their advances by the amount of their back
pressure against her boobs. Once she doesn’t complain, they know she’s theirs
for the asking.
I heard there’re babes, who simply get wet once theirmango touches a manly back. I think they are sick!
I try not to judge people but in this instance, I think such ladies’ badly need
to see a psychologist.
Abi na
psychiatrist dem need to see?
If not, she might
do it with a mad man before she knows it. I can’t pretend to understand such
ladies. I’m one of those ladies who simply get repulsed if a strange or an
uninvited man touches my boobs.
Just as they get susceptible ladies, so also they get men.
Yeah! Men, are
you surprised?
Please
don’t be! This is Naija! One day, a handsome guy mounted a motorbike. He was a
dish.
He has all
muscles in their right places. You didn’t need a soothsayer to tell you that an
ounce of fat on him would be a criminal offence.
He
obviously had been killing himself in a gym somewhere.
As soon as he got behind, the also muscular and good-looking bike rider engaged
him in a chatty conversation. As they entered potholes and gallops, the
passenger’s manhood took on a life of its own.
He tried to
control the slithering serpent, all to no avail. The stubborn snake just kept
raising its head until it was biting the back of the Okada rider.
The rider smiled
with satisfaction. When he didn’t complain about the hardness trying to bore
hole into his jean-clad buttocks, the passenger knew he had found someone of
like mind with him.
Homosexuals!
The rider didn’t
get to the destination of his passenger before he asked the man if he would
like to stop at his place for a chilly bottle of beer. He naturally said yes.
Why, he was dying to ask the same question. They got to the rider’s home and
tore into each other like there was no tomorrow. After the imperial act, they
went their separate ways without some much as, “let me have your phone
number." Wow!
The first time I
heard this story, I was stunned. If you doubt it, you probably don’t live in
our world. In this world anything is possible.
Was it not in
Nigeria that something wonderful happened?
I was not born
back then but a sage in my village told me the story. He said once in the
western part of Nigeria, a child was born without a head. Our scientists did
all they could to keep the child alive and finally succeeded in providing him
with an artificial coconut head.
He later became the President of Nigeria. I believed it. In Naija, anything is
possible.
In a nutshell, don’t be hoodwinked by those Okada riders as
they enter potholes. You now know what they want or what they are trying to do.
If any of them
tries such nonsense, better warn the fool fast. But please don’t slap him; he
might give you a return match!
Some do not know
the difference between a man and woman.
If you like that
manly back pressing hard against your boobs, best of luck to you!
I know that
some of you babes hate my guts today for exposing your secrets delights. Too
bad!
As for Mr. Okada rider, better stash a lady in your house for emergency roll in the hay
or get married!
If you are
married and still salivate over current taping from female passengers’ boobs,
you need to have your head examined.
I have another solution for you though. If the hunger for boobs hits you, try
to rush home as soon as possible. Quickly call Mama Peter into the room and
grab her boobs as if your life depends on it!
Suckle for all
you’re worth. Start with the left boob then proceed to the right.
Do it for 30
minutes. Yeah, 30 minutes of boobs suckling while nicely missing a lot of
passengers as business hours roll by.
As you suckle,
remember to be shouting, “God, let this dangerous lust for boobs pass over me.
But not as I will, but as you will!”
Shout it 30
times. 15 for each breast.
It has never
failed to work. Now remember, for it to work effectively, you mustn’t under any
condition make love with the recipient of your tongue.
Ha!Ha! Ha! Yeah I
know…I love you guys too!
