Bimbi's Mind

What is it about sex that makes the world go round? Yes, we know it sells, why? What is it about sex that makes it a basis of a lot of relationships? Why in the world does it warrant all these synonyms? Intercourse, romp, fuck, shag, making-love, doing the deed, jiggy and my personal favourite.... coitus, just to name a few. What the hell is it that is so important? In this day and age, it seems to account for 80 percent of the surface Web and its illegal cousin, child porn, better known as Hard Candy for the experienced, winks. (that wink means absolutely nothing!... sigh, I hope am not on some list now).  Anyways, Hard Candy reigns supreme in the deep Web, away from the auspice of a certain office in the FBI (they don't see everything.. hmmph). This just goes to prove that we are sexual beings, products of sex. Slaves, of...sex? We could dial back to popular axioms like "use what you have to get what you want" to rationalise it as a currency of some sort. A mea...

                              Little Annie, child of the Awolowos wore the most beautiful frock amongst us at the Independence day March. Princess, as she was called was our Queen, wearing a silver crown garnished in glitter, which to my seven-year-old mind was diamond. We, the others wore our lousy green vests like we did every other day. Mine was too tight and it showed my nipples, but my Father said I was the most beautiful girl there. I don't believe him.  Little Annie walked in front of us when we marched at the celebration. She presented the Governor a bouquet of flowers while we waited in the sun, and she took a picture with him. The other girls and I wondered what we did wrong. Bisi, fat girl whose mouth had no limit to what can escape it said our wrongdoing was not being pretty enough. I agreed. Little Annie also loved to write, she had the best handwriting in our class. And the teacher...

  Sleep did not visit the whole Efon Alaaye town the day I put to bed. My screams went all the way to the walls of their houses, the echo brought there presence with it. Only two midwives stayed with me as I struggled with nature, my mother would rather swim in a river of her spit than be here. I suspect most of the wives were gathered just outside Akanni's house huddled up in hushed voices wondering if this one would be the same.