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TWENTY ONE DAYS AS A WOMAN

Over the last few days I have been doing a lot of thinking about how to really understand the needs and wants of a woman and have come to the conclusion that I’ll like to be one. Not the full operation where they cut everything and put it in a jar, Hell No! But I believe with the kind of technology we have just a temporary thing to last for twenty one day. Yes, just twenty one days nothing more nothing less. I just don’t fancy continuing from the twenty-first to the twenty-eighth day.

Now the question is what kind of woman would I want to be? I will definitely want to be a Ghanaian woman. Yes the one with a lovely figure as the one describe by Lord Kitchener in his song ‘Woman’s figure’ (W24, H38, B36) as for the height I know i will be up to date. Yes with these and a lovely face I know heads will be spinning like ‘Alikoto’ anytime I pass by but then again, I will like some of the ladies who at one point or the other were part of my life as friends and later I tried to promote them to a high relationship status but failed for only God knows why, to go through this temporary sex change and become men and one way or the other we get to meet within my twenty- one days of being a woman and have them  fall in love with me. My intention is not to seek revenge in anyway but just so they see how tough it is for a brother to be real with them in terms of professing love.

The hours we put into rehearsal, tone practicing, getting the time and setting right can actually build an ark but despite all these we still fumble with words like a stutter trying to pronounce Kokomlemle as if his life depended upon it especially when they smile or do not get the drift and to make matters worse we are told, let me think about it. Think about what? You already know how you feel about me. It’s either a yes or a no. After all if you are asked a question in class you never tell the teacher that you will go and think about it. Its either you know the answer or not. The worse of the excuses I hear is I see you as my brother. If I were your brother would I be proposing love to you? Then again the worst of all the answers a guy can get from a lady after he has proposed is that I see you as a Christian Brother. Damn, Christian Brother no get feelings?

Indeed women are very fortunate and I respect them a lot. My mother is a woman so it makes it easier but I get really angry when I hear some ladies say ‘What do I need a man for? On a first look it may sound like a normal thing a woman will say but then again why won’t a woman need a man as much as man, a  woman? If Men didn’t need women and vice versa the why were both sexes created? I am yet to hear any man say he doesn’t need a woman in his life. I’m not talking about biological relationships between men and women; I’m talking about romantic relationships. Have you ever wondered why women will say such thing? Well, some guys are of the view that it is because Women can afford to buy sex toys and satisfy themselves sexually without any man’s help and we men have no sex toys. So in being a temporary woman I want to investigate and get to know all those sex toy shops in Ghana buy the out, close them up, become a man again and see which woman will ever make that statement. If any woman is able to make such stamen again and lives accordingly, I will chase the guys have them refund my money and ask them never to complain again.

In my twenty- one days as a woman, I hope to get better understanding of why most ladies will never call a guy even if this guy supplies them with phone credits every single day but would rather send please call me back or flash the guy and this extends to even free night calls. Why most of them wear so much heavy makeup that takes away their natural physical beauties, shave off their eye brow and yet draw it with a pencil among others. I will however like to state that I will strictly abide by a no sex pledge during these twenty-one days because I would not want to be impregnated by any lady turned man or any man for security reasons.

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Posted by on July 26, 2012 in Poems

 

LAID

LAID

I have been told many men have laid the pens to rest
For poetry has stopped getting them laid
But here I am with my pen, ready to get laid
I want you to lay me gently
As I smear your thoughts with the lotion of soothing words
As we lay in missionary position
Allowing my thrust of words reach the depth of your soul
Let us get doggy and emotions howl through our bodies
Like sonar pulsing dense waters
As I hum the sensation of my song into your ears whilst I gently nibble on them
You trembling as my breath tickles your ear, your warm mouth on my collar bone,
your tongue wetting my chest, your nails scratching at my shoulder
my eyes closed yet widely opened to these pleasures
I want to pick your feelings that are like fishhooks in a bowl
One by one, impossible as it may be
As I trace your cleavage with my thoughts
And then suck on the hardened nipples of you beauty
As you moan and groan in ecstasy
Wave your hand through my hair,
Like fantasies through my brain
I want to feel that you want me
Like the touch of a raw nerve I want you to feel me inside of you
And scream with the pleasure of the truth that burns from within
I want you to gag me with kiss hard on the mouth and draw deep meaning
From my accompanied silence,
Press your lips to mine and let your tongue massages mine
As the words massage the helm of my brain as I think of the next line
I want to grind you faster yet in slow motion, smooth yet rough
So I can savoir every word of your fulfillment
I want us to explode together as suicide bombers with no casualties
Convulse and come to a grinding smooth halt like a locomotive engine
with you wiping the sweat off my face like a station master a windscreen
So you can see the joy of my soul through my eyes
I want hear you whisper ‘I love you’ as I drift into sleep’
With a smile curved on my lips like the contours of your waist
I want to get laid by you with no margins or borders
And at the end feel you are the best poem my pen
Ever wroteImage

 
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Posted by on July 18, 2012 in Poems