WHAT’S ON A MAN’S MIND?
Michael Femi Ewetuga
Look in the history book and you would see men that went to war simply because their
wives could not just stand the other side. You would see men that killed just because that
was what their wife wanted and you would see men that used their might unreasonably
simply because their wives wanted them to show the other guy that they were bosses.
Responsible men have been rendered irresponsible by some women. Men who are loving
husbands, dutiful fathers and all went against their family because of some women. Men
have been known to rob just to satisfy their women. Some men have lost their jobs simply
because they couldn’t help but promote someone who doesn’t deserve it because they
want to just get between those daughters of eve’s legs.
What is it about a woman that makes a man lose it?
This is a New Year and I am sure there are resolutions and counter resolutions most of
which would not go beyond the second day.
I don’t make resolutions because I can’t keep them. Whatever I feel like I needed to do I try
to do regardless of what day of the year it is. After all 31st of December and 1st of January
are just another day. The sun would rise and it would set. So I don’t make resolutions. My
resolution this year however would have been two probably, maybe more. But then that is
always the problem with resolutions. One would have been that I would rent cheap
apartments any longer because I once had one that cost me like 6 thousand dollars
because my desk and lap top computers were stolen as well as my PS2. I was coach to
great clubs like Manchester United and Arsenal on my PS2. My second resolution would
have been that I would stop cigarette, which I did and picked right back up. I wonder if I
would have made a resolution that I would stop dating and I have since I believe I’ve found
the right woman. This write up is all about relationship and unfaithfulness.
Phew, I digressed real badly didn’t I? So to the question what is it about a woman that
makes a man lose it?
There are so many women of different shapes and sizes. There are so many of them
sometimes we are confused as to our preferences. What is it about some certain woman
that raises your heartbeat? What is it about some certain woman that took your attention off
the road despite the fact that your wife was sitting right there beside you and your dear kids
were at the back seat and you were just about killing everyone just to catch a glimpse. If
your wife reached across and wiped your face with her back hand she would be tagged
disrespectful, but then what were you, respectful?
What is it about a woman that would make a man work 3 jobs just so he could go pay
some exorbitant dowry and make her his wife as is prevalent in some cultures.
Men have different tastes for women. Some like their women shapely, you know, the model
types, 38-28-38? Could someone tell me what figure someone with the foregoing statistics
has?
Some just love slim women; the BBWs would disagree with you anyway. They say stuff like
“ain’t nobody wants bones but dogs”! Wow, the guy may jolly well like his slimy because he’
s a dog anyway. Ha ha. There’s another one: “slim girls are for punks” or is it pimps? I
wonder which.
Some men do like them big. I know a guy that says the bigger the better. You know, the
women with abundance of everything. With her you can never claim you lack. But some
men are thirsty in the abundance of water.
Sometimes you see some women and your heart just stop responding more like a frozen
computer, not responding except that there’s no task manager to get a guy going under
such circumstances. The last time I was at the club, there was this lady on the dance floor
and she was dancing to a music that says in part “shake your laffy taffy” I wish you could
see her bring that music to life, my head spun all night because if she didn’t do anything
she sure shook what her mama gave her. Ha ha ha ha ha.
So is it the figure or the FIGURE as in maybe lack of the figure. Don’t think that I’m lost; I
just don’t know how far I can go with my language in order to be expressive without being
vulgar but I will give it a try. Imagine a lady with what my guys call attack and defense. Some
lady make you start dreaming with your eyes wide open. I have seen ladies that made my
mouth hang open with saliva almost dripping.
Is it when a woman is big at the chest which makes you want to hug her and stay close all
day feeling the comfort emanating from those natural juices? Hum, I know a guy that would
kill for that. Or is it when the woman walks away and you see what she was sitting on,
GOD!!! What a place to rest, I love the one I’ve been blessed with anyway. Let me stop trying
to describe it, let me instead tell you a short story.
Jude was married to Jane. They were classmates in high school and went to college
together. They are both from wealthy homes.
Jude was an average looking guy, just like most of us, but Jane, well, she was more
beautiful than some ladies that had been Miss Nigeria or Miss anywhere for that matter,
she just never competed. They dated off and on.
They both graduated and went their different ways. One Friday, boys’ night out in my area of
Lagos, Jude went to 68 at Surulere, can’t remember the name of the street now and after a
couple of beer moved to Elays or whatever that club at Awolowo Road, Ikoyi is called. The
night crawlers in Lagos know where I’m talking about.
Anyway, there was Jane with her friends looking like an angel. Now she even looks more
beautiful and with just the right amount of flesh now that she’s a bit older. Of course Jude
was stunned. His friends noticed the transformation, because their friend seems to be
hypnotized. Ben looked at the direction of Jude’s gaze and he saw her, “isn’t that Jane?” he
asked Jude, who could only nod, his mouth was dry, it seemed to him like he had never
seen her before. “Ok” continued Ben, “you need to go say hi and see if you can rekindle old
flames”
Jude agreed with this suggestion and moved to where Jane was seated to say hi. From the
look on her face it was apparent Jane was glad to see him. He asked for a dance and she
granted his request and it was as if they never parted.
Few months after getting back together, Jude asked Jane to marry him and she said yes.
Jude stopped hanging out with the boys as he used to after his marriage. He was a good
and loving husband, highly romantic and after they started having kids he was a dutiful
father. His friends and hers were unanimous in their opinion that theirs was a rare
marriage and they were very happy for them. They looked so very happy together. They didn’
t just look it, they were.
For six years, Jude went from home to his office, to court and back to the office and can’t
wait to get home. He was completely satisfied with his life, both professionally and
domestically.
Jude had this secretary, Ronke. She was not what you would call beautiful but she was
attractive. She had the right assets in the right places and she was the type that you ignore
only until some of her attributes hit you in the face. She had that kind of nipples that always
seem to be at attention. They were well planted on titties so big you wouldn’t need pillow if
she let you into her paradise. Those kid of titties that make you want to just sleep and never
worry about waking up.
She was also blessed with traffic stopping butty. The kind of butty that makes you want to
sing “smack that” by Akon. If you ever saw Nelly’s video where he rant a credit card on a
butty, that is the kind of butty I’m talking about. The kind that makes you want to walk behind
her like a zombie.
It was the end of the legal year and all that Jude did was prepare documents and interview
clients and check out property for clients, not really a busy time of the year for lawyers.
Ronke came in with some files laid them on the table and was on her way out when Jude
remembered that he needed to check out the file of a particular client. He called Ronke
back and asked her to get him this particular client’s file. She bent down to get the file and
Jude saw something that he had never given any notice to before. She was putting on
those sexy panties that come just like a rope above the skirt. He kept staring and lost both
the power and the will to take his eyes away from the object of sin. Perhaps because she
was putting on white skirt, it seemed like the skirt itself was fading away and he was in no
time looking at the real flesh. Jude was dreaming with his eyes wide open.
Well, he saw that, his heart stopped beating. His legs seemed to develop a motion
independent of his will and they started moving as the lady took a position that will make
Snoop Dogg call on Kelly to sing “that’s that. Jide Chord’s “darling Ronke” took on another
meaning in Jude’s life as his hands seemed to also develop a will of their own. He placed
his hands gently but firmly on her buttocks. His palms were sweaty and eyes seemed
dilated. His breath was coming in short, hot intervals as his lungs became dry enough to
bust. He pulled her close to him and planted his lips on hers and as if on cue she moved
closer and he felt all the power and energy of her breasts. Redemption day would not have
prevented him from getting this few minutes pleasure even at the risk of spending eternity
in hell.
Two kids came in two successions from his wife and one with Ronke with one still on the
way. Every December he promises himself he was breaking off with Ronke. Maybe he
would succeed this year.
So what is it about these women?
Michael Ewetuga
This Article was fist written as “What is it about women?”
Thanks Shokolokobangoshe
Michael Femi Ewetuga
Look in the history book and you would see men that went to war simply because their
wives could not just stand the other side. You would see men that killed just because that
was what their wife wanted and you would see men that used their might unreasonably
simply because their wives wanted them to show the other guy that they were bosses.
Responsible men have been rendered irresponsible by some women. Men who are loving
husbands, dutiful fathers and all went against their family because of some women. Men
have been known to rob just to satisfy their women. Some men have lost their jobs simply
because they couldn’t help but promote someone who doesn’t deserve it because they
want to just get between those daughters of eve’s legs.
What is it about a woman that makes a man lose it?
This is a New Year and I am sure there are resolutions and counter resolutions most of
which would not go beyond the second day.
I don’t make resolutions because I can’t keep them. Whatever I feel like I needed to do I try
to do regardless of what day of the year it is. After all 31st of December and 1st of January
are just another day. The sun would rise and it would set. So I don’t make resolutions. My
resolution this year however would have been two probably, maybe more. But then that is
always the problem with resolutions. One would have been that I would rent cheap
apartments any longer because I once had one that cost me like 6 thousand dollars
because my desk and lap top computers were stolen as well as my PS2. I was coach to
great clubs like Manchester United and Arsenal on my PS2. My second resolution would
have been that I would stop cigarette, which I did and picked right back up. I wonder if I
would have made a resolution that I would stop dating and I have since I believe I’ve found
the right woman. This write up is all about relationship and unfaithfulness.
Phew, I digressed real badly didn’t I? So to the question what is it about a woman that
makes a man lose it?
There are so many women of different shapes and sizes. There are so many of them
sometimes we are confused as to our preferences. What is it about some certain woman
that raises your heartbeat? What is it about some certain woman that took your attention off
the road despite the fact that your wife was sitting right there beside you and your dear kids
were at the back seat and you were just about killing everyone just to catch a glimpse. If
your wife reached across and wiped your face with her back hand she would be tagged
disrespectful, but then what were you, respectful?
What is it about a woman that would make a man work 3 jobs just so he could go pay
some exorbitant dowry and make her his wife as is prevalent in some cultures.
Men have different tastes for women. Some like their women shapely, you know, the model
types, 38-28-38? Could someone tell me what figure someone with the foregoing statistics
has?
Some just love slim women; the BBWs would disagree with you anyway. They say stuff like
“ain’t nobody wants bones but dogs”! Wow, the guy may jolly well like his slimy because he’
s a dog anyway. Ha ha. There’s another one: “slim girls are for punks” or is it pimps? I
wonder which.
Some men do like them big. I know a guy that says the bigger the better. You know, the
women with abundance of everything. With her you can never claim you lack. But some
men are thirsty in the abundance of water.
Sometimes you see some women and your heart just stop responding more like a frozen
computer, not responding except that there’s no task manager to get a guy going under
such circumstances. The last time I was at the club, there was this lady on the dance floor
and she was dancing to a music that says in part “shake your laffy taffy” I wish you could
see her bring that music to life, my head spun all night because if she didn’t do anything
she sure shook what her mama gave her. Ha ha ha ha ha.
So is it the figure or the FIGURE as in maybe lack of the figure. Don’t think that I’m lost; I
just don’t know how far I can go with my language in order to be expressive without being
vulgar but I will give it a try. Imagine a lady with what my guys call attack and defense. Some
lady make you start dreaming with your eyes wide open. I have seen ladies that made my
mouth hang open with saliva almost dripping.
Is it when a woman is big at the chest which makes you want to hug her and stay close all
day feeling the comfort emanating from those natural juices? Hum, I know a guy that would
kill for that. Or is it when the woman walks away and you see what she was sitting on,
GOD!!! What a place to rest, I love the one I’ve been blessed with anyway. Let me stop trying
to describe it, let me instead tell you a short story.
Jude was married to Jane. They were classmates in high school and went to college
together. They are both from wealthy homes.
Jude was an average looking guy, just like most of us, but Jane, well, she was more
beautiful than some ladies that had been Miss Nigeria or Miss anywhere for that matter,
she just never competed. They dated off and on.
They both graduated and went their different ways. One Friday, boys’ night out in my area of
Lagos, Jude went to 68 at Surulere, can’t remember the name of the street now and after a
couple of beer moved to Elays or whatever that club at Awolowo Road, Ikoyi is called. The
night crawlers in Lagos know where I’m talking about.
Anyway, there was Jane with her friends looking like an angel. Now she even looks more
beautiful and with just the right amount of flesh now that she’s a bit older. Of course Jude
was stunned. His friends noticed the transformation, because their friend seems to be
hypnotized. Ben looked at the direction of Jude’s gaze and he saw her, “isn’t that Jane?” he
asked Jude, who could only nod, his mouth was dry, it seemed to him like he had never
seen her before. “Ok” continued Ben, “you need to go say hi and see if you can rekindle old
flames”
Jude agreed with this suggestion and moved to where Jane was seated to say hi. From the
look on her face it was apparent Jane was glad to see him. He asked for a dance and she
granted his request and it was as if they never parted.
Few months after getting back together, Jude asked Jane to marry him and she said yes.
Jude stopped hanging out with the boys as he used to after his marriage. He was a good
and loving husband, highly romantic and after they started having kids he was a dutiful
father. His friends and hers were unanimous in their opinion that theirs was a rare
marriage and they were very happy for them. They looked so very happy together. They didn’
t just look it, they were.
For six years, Jude went from home to his office, to court and back to the office and can’t
wait to get home. He was completely satisfied with his life, both professionally and
domestically.
Jude had this secretary, Ronke. She was not what you would call beautiful but she was
attractive. She had the right assets in the right places and she was the type that you ignore
only until some of her attributes hit you in the face. She had that kind of nipples that always
seem to be at attention. They were well planted on titties so big you wouldn’t need pillow if
she let you into her paradise. Those kid of titties that make you want to just sleep and never
worry about waking up.
She was also blessed with traffic stopping butty. The kind of butty that makes you want to
sing “smack that” by Akon. If you ever saw Nelly’s video where he rant a credit card on a
butty, that is the kind of butty I’m talking about. The kind that makes you want to walk behind
her like a zombie.
It was the end of the legal year and all that Jude did was prepare documents and interview
clients and check out property for clients, not really a busy time of the year for lawyers.
Ronke came in with some files laid them on the table and was on her way out when Jude
remembered that he needed to check out the file of a particular client. He called Ronke
back and asked her to get him this particular client’s file. She bent down to get the file and
Jude saw something that he had never given any notice to before. She was putting on
those sexy panties that come just like a rope above the skirt. He kept staring and lost both
the power and the will to take his eyes away from the object of sin. Perhaps because she
was putting on white skirt, it seemed like the skirt itself was fading away and he was in no
time looking at the real flesh. Jude was dreaming with his eyes wide open.
Well, he saw that, his heart stopped beating. His legs seemed to develop a motion
independent of his will and they started moving as the lady took a position that will make
Snoop Dogg call on Kelly to sing “that’s that. Jide Chord’s “darling Ronke” took on another
meaning in Jude’s life as his hands seemed to also develop a will of their own. He placed
his hands gently but firmly on her buttocks. His palms were sweaty and eyes seemed
dilated. His breath was coming in short, hot intervals as his lungs became dry enough to
bust. He pulled her close to him and planted his lips on hers and as if on cue she moved
closer and he felt all the power and energy of her breasts. Redemption day would not have
prevented him from getting this few minutes pleasure even at the risk of spending eternity
in hell.
Two kids came in two successions from his wife and one with Ronke with one still on the
way. Every December he promises himself he was breaking off with Ronke. Maybe he
would succeed this year.
So what is it about these women?
Michael Ewetuga
This Article was fist written as “What is it about women?”
Thanks Shokolokobangoshe
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