It was an arranged GCE exam they went for in a village, all from different
towns and cities, as they could not pass their exams by themselves. One
of the nights, some boys and girls went into the classroom to read not now
that some of them have other agenda, and that was how they started. The
boys touched what boys don’t have in the girls, not only with their hands
and one of the girls bled. Just one! That was her first time. She untimely lost
her virginity to a boy she may never see again in her lifetime. My friend
narrated the story with pain in his voice.
Guy, for how long will you continue to taste? What if the next one is your
sister, your niece, or someone you wouldn’t wish that to happen to? Why
not settle down and be a man with understanding. What if you catch a
man on your wife or daughter? Only the thought can run me crazy.
Lady, remember that you are supposed to be a hidden treasure sought for
by the wanderer, the man. I’m sure you can’t buy an orange that has been
tasted. The better oranges are usually at the bottom of the basket and
you deep your hand down to find it. Make yourself like unto hidden
treasure, with great values. I think some ladies; married women annoyingly
inclusive just lack values. Even a mad dog can go on them!
I just feel we can still have a sane world where not just only one of those
girls will bleed, but all will bleed which is still not sane anyway once it’s a
premarital sex. A world in which all will join me in saying, ‘No more tasting’.
We should all say no to premarital and extramarital sex.
