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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Tales from my jungle 7: Cursed for sexual indiscipline

Warning: I know woman rights activists may chance on this. I wish to state that the mutual consent of the participants make legal suit inactionable. The piece is a little explicit but I have tried to tone down its galling effect with some phrases that suggest the meaning implied. The piece is not another Nollywood flick, it's real, touching. Ready for this? Let's go.

Have you heard of nymphomaniac? What of cassanova? You may need to consult your lexicon for help. Both have one thing in common: insatiable urge for sex. Bear this in mind.

While I was preparing for service, I heard a lot about cheap village girls on the sprawl for loose corps members. They are yours for the asking. I got enough warnings to be careful. Here is the story of someone who was not careful enough and got his fingers burnt.

Prank (not real name) was a Batch B corps member in my PPA. He has passed out now but his sexual escapades like a noiseless putrid fart lingers on. His name evokes odium and infamy. His randy lifestye was far from being exemplary. He was a sex maniac. The female voluptious torso turns him on anytime. Prank was so obsessed, or is it possessed, that the afternoon he was to end his youth service, he still ravished a female student before departing the corpers lodge. He left the room in disarray and with the trail of sorrow, tears and blood. He must be mad, you say? Please find a worse tag. You have not read anything yet. Continue.

On a sweltering afternoon, Prank got to know one of the female students he was sleeping with was also romping with another corps member and one of the students (which makes them three feasting in the same pot). The sultry girl would sometimes hop from Prank's room to another corper's room on sexual exploration, neither being aware of playing second fiddle to the other. Prank was indignant. He decided to embarrass the poor girl,so he called for a meeting of all parties for confirmation.They were all surprised to know they've been bedding the same girl. They agreed to embarrass and ridicule her.

The girl was summoned. She was an SS 2 student.Her coruscating natural beauty deeply contrasted the beastly look of her lovers turned conspirators.She wore an apprehensive look, not sure of the portentous atmosphere. She shudered at the strange thought assailing her mind and seem to be wishing it away.

That afternoon innocent breeze was polluted by their vile congregation. It was a weird show of shame and senselessness. The jury was headed by Prank. Then they begun, abruptly. 'Didn't I sleep with you', the first corper questioned, swelling with murderous hate and contempt. The poor girl muttered an hesitant 'yes'. 'Didn't I sleep with you' the student who was her boy-friend querried in Ibo, she replied in the affirmative. It was Prank's turn. He looked at her scornfully and with an evil grin on his wretched face asked: 'Didn't you enter my room and asked me to sleep with you'.The girl protested and vigorously shook her head, close to tears. 'No, you forced me' she whined, 'I didn't wilfully consent.' Prank shut her up with his hoarse, cruel voice.
The girl, unable to control her temper suddenly burst into a hysteria. She particulary took time to pour venomous invectives on the corpers and vowed to deal with them.She spoke in Ibo and sparsed it with English. They could pick very little of her barbs. 'When you people graduate and don't find job, nobody will know what you did with your life.' she reproached, bracing herself up for the worst.

That night, Prank and his colleague could not sleep. The girl's enchanted words hunted them like a trained javelin hasting for its target. They were lost in bizarre nightmares. They begged sleep for reprieve, but it eluded them. It was obvious they had stepped on the cobra's tail and should now be prepared for the battle of their lives.

One of the corps members who shared in the forbidden fruit got the first serpentine strike. Tosy (not real name) had heavily invested in a library project which he initiated for the school. He went hungry many times in his craze to raise funds. Yes, he succeeded, but won no award. In fact, on the day his project was commissioned he was not recognised. What could be worse? The boastful principal took the glory for the project and completely forgot to acknowledge the corper who sacrificed time, energy and his allowee for its execution (I think he must be under a powerful spell to make such a ridiculous omission?) As consolation, the school issued him a letter of recommendation for exemplary and meritorious service to fatherland (I wonder what weight a letter of recommendation from a village principal carries. Just thinking aloud). As he entered the village, so he left: unsung, unknown and uncelebrated! I still see the small faint childish lettering of his name and NYSC number on the fading cream paint that lighted the dim library.

Prank and his friend may still be grappling with the grim consequence of their reprehensible action and may deem it fit to write and warn others on the danger of sexual pervasion. But this is where my narrative stops.

The hazards of NYSC are enormous. The undisciplined youth is mostly vulnerable to destructive forces that thrive on the bait of immorality to which he's helpless. He sacrifices his destiny on the altar of cheap sexual satisfaction. Too late to weep when the damage has been done.

Beware friends,

All that glitters is not gold,
Often that you have been told,
Many destinies have been sold,
To the enemies' stronghold
B'cos they refused God's mold,
The future they could not hold,
Strange forces their lives now scold,
They end bitter in outer cold,
Even when they become old
Bent beneath heavy load
You don't have to take this road,
Like the youths I made you behold,
So be strong and very bold,
Stay in His sheltering fold.

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