She is probably 18, 19 or 20 but certainly not older than 25 at the outside. She is dark, tall, leggy and beautiful after a fashion. She possesses a rather statuesque body. Undoubtedly, a sculptor or a painter with a touch for the erotic will wish to have a go at her, especially the nude.
When she stands, she projects her buttocks backwards such that the back of her knees is projected backwards also so that even from 50 yards away, you want to spank her, albeit lightly. It is silently provocative, but I can’t tell whether it is conscious or subconscious since I am in a village where their conception of sex is purely procreational.
Her feet are not straight, she is slightly bow-legged and she projects her feet when walking at an angle of about 45, spread outwardly, sort of that her ankles possibly knock each other. She walks her feet ahead of her body. The result is that she sashays, sorts of floating on air when walking. Her walking style by default is like that of a confident model cat walking to cheers from the libidinous old white people. Her boobs stand erect and look like two slightly large apples with the nipples optimistically protruded reminding me of the 1047 abilities of my tongue. That is another story.
She kinda has a bus-shaped head, that cornrows seem to work magic on, giving her infinitely Africa beauty. In this country, they don’t know what acne is. They have the smoothest bodies, all the way. It could be the sun (always over 36 degrees) or the too much work and walking that burns the fat. But even so, they don’t have many fatty foods.
But she is in class four, primary school. A loud mouth and from her theatrics she must be dramatic. She tops her class. That means if she had been brought up in Nairobi or some other plastic city in Africa, she will the official overbearing Ms.Bitch, hated and loved in equal measure. If she had a girls’ clique, she won’t be the hottest but given that she is not ugly either, she will bully the rest of the girls. For sure she has both the dominant (height-wise and intelligence) genes and the dominating ones (her talkative nature and the endless theatrics). The kind that whispers playfully and loudly about the boyfriend of one of the girls, ‘he has short fingers, probably short down there’ to her bewildered friends.
And she can punch anyone mercilessly. They like fighting, these people. I hear she has ever wrapped up some lanky teacher like a bundle of soft firewood. Her eyes are white and sharp. Sexy as well. She is aggressive. She is sparkly and bubbly. Playful as the latter day Kelly Rowland when behaving or feeling horny in a video. And she possesses a latent sexiness that you must possess a certain software for the detail and subtlety to see. I have asked my colleague teachers and they all agree that she is a piece of work, but they’d rather not touch.
There is a class of women, especially the talkative, bright (even in class 4) and tall that men steer away from. You have to be incredibly sure about yourself in order to make that first move. Unless, you are a nerd and ready to wash her pants.
She is an attention-seeker. The kind who thinks that she must be the axis and the orbit upon which the world must rotate on and revolve around.
There is a way she walks that is peasant, yet exquisitely erotic, elegant and bemusing. She has this girlish excitement about her combined with a youthful exuberance, bubbly, sensuous and infectious. The kind that you naturally greet either laughing or smiling with the widest conceivable grin.
But she is a class four pupil and I shouldn’t be writing these kind of things about her. For heaven sake, I am a teacher and at a senior level. While we can’t control our eyes and thoughts and running that perverted thought is inevitable, lemme be specific and categorical that I cannot lay her. Admire? Certainly. Obviously. But it can’t go beyond that. I have a conscience and even though she is old and might be married any hour from now to any old randy man with cows, I can’t do anything beyond admiring her.
I have never been one for carnal knowledge with young girls or women who can’t decide on themselves still less even drug a woman with alcohol in order to get laid. And there seems to a lot of men who have no qualms doing that. And many women without the software to regret. The teachers I am working with are possibly laying the kids in a bush around 3 a.m, but that is them.
Some things open your eyes and often you cry. Those men who are into incest with young female relatives or young girls in primary or secondary school should be castrated. They don’t deserve their balls.
Even though I am smitten, if I had to pursue her, there ought to be an appropriate channel of getting her. Namely, since she is of marriage age and certainly can consent to sex on her will, all I have to do is cough up 100 cows, each cow is about $250(or Ksh 20,000). In return I will be getting sex every once in two years until the first child reaches puberty and that will be it. You only sleep with her once and you only submit the seed once(cum once), and you are jerked off. See, sex is overrated. That ism how they live and they don’t die. So what is it with Nairobians…?I am just saying. She will be a dutiful wife, she will probably never cheat, may be if bring her to Nairobi she might pick up the habit. And then they work like donkeys on their own volition. Men only go to war. The woman does everything from building the house, to going to the farm, feeding kids et al.
One afternoon, I am seated outside the staff quarters enjoying Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice(a book I should have read two years ago for my coursework on English Literature but never quite had the time, so I skipped the question altogether). A colleague I had mentioned to that given a chance I would tap that chick was a dick enough and took me seriously. So when she brought sour milk to them, he drags her to our quarters that are a little bit far from theirs. We share the house with boss who lives in the main house.He drags as if they are going there just to bump her into me and he claims to have told her that I have hots for her.
I am dumbfounded as usual. My man Pete to pitch for me first, but even so I am so linguistically crippled that all I know is a five step plan to get laid int their language that goes like?
“What is your name?”
“I like you”
“Give me” (rather crude in mother tongue)
“Yes or No”.
That is as much mother tongue I know and the English she probably know. So I cannot start flattering her about her beauty or the youthful appearance (the two flatteries that have gotten me everywhere in Nairobi.). So I just look on as she shakes her hand with long and deft fingers that would have been a source of pleasure to many men, had she grown up in Nairobi. I make an ass of myself because generally I can’t do anything or her for that matter. They disappear into the boss’s house leaving me confused. That unsettling feeling you get when around your crush.
She probably would have heard about my interest because painstakingly she has laid herself on my way and tried to attract my attention but it could be her usual theatrics and I am overrating myself. Sure. There hasn’t been any clear-cut giveaway and it has been a matter of conjecture and relying on my instincts. They are never wrong. But positively, if I thought my advantaged position and nationality might make her go gaga, I have been sadly disappointed. Going on to prove that she is a chaste, disciplined girl.
Every one week, monthly, I don’t see her at school and it breaks my heart to hear that she alongside other girls stay at home when they are having periods because they cannot afford a sanitary pad. Actually there are no sanitary pads, and they have never heard about them. Rarely can they come up with an improv…I hate it that there are no sanitary pads and unless something is done, they will start getting them in a decade time. It is so unfair. Not just her, but every school going girl who has to interrupt her learning for something that humanity resolved a million years ago.
My interest in her is purely visual and I want the best for every girl in these region. I hate it when they get married so young and robbed off their lives. I hate anything that gives women under 25 any obstacle to schooling or a promising life in the future. Early marriage is a constraint. Uninformed premarital sex is fraught with all sorts of dangers, often fatal.
As you read this, if there is anything you can do to help a young girl or woman, be it a that cousin, sister or anyone towards getting the basics until she comes of age, do it. Let us protect our women from misguided sexual behavior, unwanted pregnancies, prostitution and abusive men. Anything you can do.
As for me and Aguem, were we not so much on different planes, who knows, she is the kind of wife you would like. She is talkative, brilliant, bitchy, leggy, tall, sexy, smoothly ebony. Just about how I like them. And I will never have a dull day in my life.
And if I dare touch and I am caught I will pay 200 cows and serve a jail sentence where you take cold water for breakfast, warm water for supper, and lukewarm water for dinner.
This blog is back and will resume its normal course. I took a break and disappeared to Northen Barl el Ghazal in Sudan for some teaching job and it has been a revelation, but I am back. And for good. Big things will be popping up from next week. Apology for anyone who popped up his head here and found nothing. Here is something for a start. And a change.