Ikoku, the sexy young thing setting fires to my adult loins and causing a rebirth of the poetess buried deep inside of me, were the words that caught my attention on Dr. Stella Nyanzi's Facebook account.
Dr. Stella Nyanzi a single mother of three children is a fantasy social media activist who speaks out her mind on banal experiences of life. Most famous as the strip lady to protest denial to her office at Makerere she is also an activist on social media. Though much of what she posts is sexual, its with good literature and with a good flow. you should not miss out some of them as we bring the latest of what she has posting lately.
This caugh my attention "Ikoku" life experience of Dr. Stella Nyanzi, my first story was this.....
Ikoku, the sexy young thing setting fires to my adult loins and causing a rebirth of the poetess buried deep inside of me, lied to me. He is not 27 years old, but rather only 22 years old. My heart is bleeding. My 42-year-old womanhood is embarrassed for desiring all weekend for a child younger than me by twenty whole years. Oooooh, Ikoku, I have bathed my body with a concentrated solution of Dettol, Jik, and water aimed at washing off the fire of your touches, blowings, kisses and licks from my mature skin.
While the deception is silently killing me, Ikoku brushed it off with a puzzling tale. You see, he belongs to a Ugandan cult of powerful, ambitious, and talented youths who believe in acting older than their biological ages. The cult has clan elders such as Mass-Betrayor Andrew Mwenda who vociferously claims to be the oldest man around Uganda, although he is just over 40 years. Ikoku adds 5 years each year using a formula he elaborately explained to me.
This ethos of adding more years to one's age is good in as far as it encourages maturity. These young men act a lot older than their ages. They push themselves to think, invest and produce as much as people in their cult-allocated age-group.
But the disadvantage is that the corrupted age-maths entraps and ensnares gullible old women looking for love. If elongated foreplay in several horizontal positions with a 27-year-old was freaking me out, the realisation that he is only 22 years old makes me shiver with shame and guilt.
What have we done Ikoku? I am old enough to be your mother. My ponani that you lovingly explored with all your probes is old enough to have birthed you twenty-two years ago. My big nipples that you lustfully kissed could have nursed you until you were weaned, Ikoku! My girth that you lovingly mounted and wildly rode is wider and older than your mother's. Why start up lustful fires in the depths of my elderly alcoves and alleys? Who will put out the hot coals you built up and left inside of me? Who will detonate the bombs you hid beyond my labia minora? Ikoku...
I swear to God, Ikoku has a firm and fast mingling stick between his legs. The boy mingled me as if I was the meal of atapa millet-meal he taught me how to cook this Idd public holiday. I feel as tasty as a tray full of steaming-hot atapa.
So, he called me in the wee hours of the morning to wish me Happy Idd. I was writing, as is my early morning routine. I did not want to pick the phone-call since I thought that my pleasurable fornication with the 22-year-old ended when I....... Read More
That's it! I have had it up to my nostrils. I am throwing in my towel. I am done trying to hold it together any longer. I admit I have failed to muscle it up. Tell the stupid radio and television presenters that Mama Stella is rolling over in defeat. That tidbit should liven up their dull shows as their audiences pat themselves on the back for being better than myself.
I am auctioning my three children to the highest bidder. I have an eleven-year-old daughter and a pair of twin sons aged nine years each. I prefer to sell them in triplet, because they belong together. Start sending me your bids...... Read More
Unlike older men who don't want to know about the financial troubles of their girlfriend's children, my 22-year-old toyboy is really concerned that my children were dismissed from school for non-completion of tuition-payment. Ikoku swung by my home at lunch-time in order to reassure me that things will work out. He left his part-time job at the building site as soon as their lunch-gong went, jumped onto a bodaboda motorbike-taxi, and came to see me..... Read More
کیا آپ اپنی بیوی کو مطمئن نہیں کرپا تے ؟
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