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Written By Courtesy of Mayen Antoinette Etim Thursday, 25 June 2009

Sometime in 2002, I attended a very good friends wedding. I was very excited about this event because a lot of old friends were going to be attending and it would some sort of a great reunion of friends and foes alike. Friends to refresh our goings and catch up with old gist, while the foes will be for making amends. I arrived early so as to get a prime spot where I could mingle well. But this was going to be a fateful day and one I will not forget in a hurry.

 My first female friend arrived and sat by my side and we began talking, but I was first struck not by her smile or her beautiful makeup, or even her natural beauty, but on the construction of her attire, especially around the chest region. I however kept my cool as you cool headed young man and made it eye-for-eye contact, but the conversation however was not devoid of the constant temptation to deflect my sight a few inches further down her anatomy. 

My woes were further compounded when three other ladies joined us on the table and sat directly opposite me. What they wore tore my sight into shreds and a sudden hastiness came over me and I knew I wouldn't last on that table. It became worse when, due to the exciting conversation we were all having, these ladies were in the habit of projecting downwards when laughing, therefore exposing their fragile protuberances. After I bore this mental challenge for a pretty long time, and being a very raw and blunt speaker, I decided to safely arise from the dire circumstance and proceed to where the air provoked internal peace. So I whispered to my friend beside me that I was leaving, and with light jocularity told her thanks for the great experience.

Fast forward to 2006. I attended a little birthday party of a friend who decided to have it two ways. One during the day for those who could make it and another at night for those who had the time for nocturnal activities. I submit now that I made the humble mistake of choosing to attend the night event. I was amazed at how skimpily dressed over 99 percent of the young ladies were dressed. And more wonderment was to the fact that some of them just landed on the chairs and scattered their bodies and spread their legs without recourse to female etiquette. Confessing, some of their wears were beautifully designed and cute in appearance, however, it was nothing but a picturesque horror for any decent young man or woman. When the dancing began, it was another spectacle entirely. The ladies were simply grinding their barely covered bodies against lads lusting for the flesh of young maidens. And the way their bodies shook, one could tell that there was barely any internal reinforcement underneath these skimpolos.

While I could not leave because the celebrant was my childhood friend who felt my presence was a great honour, I decided to moved closer to some other guy friends who were having a great discussion amidst the blaring noise from the music. I was even more disgusted by what was being discussed by these blokes. They were simply ripping apart some girls sitting at the opposite end of the small hall, making fun of their wears and telling themselves who their kill was going to be for the night. One silly guy, who was like the party clown even boldly stated that he was going to take one home to mama, but he knows his mama will drive him from her sight after seeing girl. Hilarious as that sounds, I was greatly disturbed, not at the statements of these guys, but for what these damsels were bringing upon themselves. Indeed they may not care because they aren't hearing what the conversation was, but surely if they did, most of them will either pray to be swallowed up by the ground, or just to evaporate from the occasion.

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