Hai guys, this week I am coming at you with me, so brace up: (and pleeeasee! keep all medicines out of the reach of children)!

I may (or may not) have finished telling you the story of Naomi and Mr. Scot He did not give up and leave it at the last part, he persevered even to the point of calling in the police and taking the matter to court, well, the matter is still in court and Naomi and her diplomat husband (bless his sweet soul) are determined to fight him to his miserable and deserving end. The word now is DNA and Naomi has said that can only happen over her dead body. You and I probably know that this man is the father of Naomi’s daughter. Right now, she can’t travel again in view of the current development.

She has said she would prefer to remain in Nigeria in the event that she finally caves in for the DNA and the court awards the child to Scot I don’t know about the resilience of men, her husband is holding on admirably well now but I don’t know what will happen when the DNA is done and the court takes the final decision; I don’t know how the threat of remaining in Nigeria will sit with him. We have run out of strategies, please advice, what should we do to keep this child away from Scot?

Before I start with this week’s story, let me take this DNA thing further by letting you know what I have observed. I am writing from Nigeria and I think there’s a nationwide conspiracy to get children out of us women, free of charge, without commitment on the part of the men.  

The increase in the spate of pregnancy outside wedlock is becoming disturbing. I am of the opinion that men have devised the means to pry on the simplicity and sentiments of single women. You see, they won’t request for their hands in marriage but the moment the women get pregnant, the men are grinning from ear to ear, proud to be the fathers of the unborn babies. And the women, I don’t know what these babes are thinking!

Tu face, the award winning Nigerian music star, impregnated three women at the same time and was very proud to claim ownership of all thee pregnancies. He is not planning to walk any of them to the altar o!  With three babies on the way, what would he possibly want a wife for?

Ibinabo Fiberesima, the Nigerian actress has been doing her own share of baby donation; four babies for four different guys.  Now I have just read that Lola Omotayo, the long time lover that Peter Okoye, of the P Square (do me, do me) fame,  never encouraged anybody to think he is interested in marrying is three months pregnant and Peter is grinning from ear to ear at the news, again very proud to be the father of Lola’s unborn child.

 My own boyfriend looked at me one night and threw in a very shocking question; “Anne, how come all this time we’ve been together you have never for once told me that you have missed your period?  I returned his look and asked him, “Are you planning to get me pregnant?”  He smiled back at me, looking very naughty and very mischievous. So each time he exerts his energy and works so hard at me, I can’t help thinking “oh! He’s trying to get me pregnant, how nice!”

I can’t forget my mum’s friend, whose son came back from school one day, packed his small bag and left the house, on a journey that will take him to his father’s village. My mum’s friend had wept bitterly at this betrayal. When she became pregnant with the boy, the man responsible had washed his hands off her and the pregnancy; she had suffered on her own with the pregnancy. The boy was fifteen and in his final year in the secondary school when he left. He said his friends had taunted and mocked at him, calling him the only one without a father.

I don’t fall for that “my mum would want you to be pregnant before the marriage yarn” that is bullshit! A male friend of mine lived with his girlfriend for eight years and when I asked him why he has refused to wed her, he told me that he had told her that the day she got pregnant, he will marry her the following day. Of course he did not marry her because she was not pregnant and of course they continued living together and grating on each other’s nerves.

I am sure by now; the two are married to different partners.

Now to the main gist; I stood at my bus stop waiting to join a bus on my way to the Island . A bus stopped beside me and I entered. As I sat down on the third row, I noticed that a very nice looking decently dressed guy sat at the back seat. I had thought, “This guy is quite handsome sha”, before taking out my novel to read, forgetting about him in the process.

Five minutes later, I felt a finger on the back of my trousers, it was nothing, the bus was crowded and somebody’s body part could rest on another person’s body part. Then the finger started moving, I wrote it off to the jerky motions of the bus. The finger was soon joined by a second one and both of them held the thin line of my panties together with the trouser and commenced a gentle tug; I knew then that the touch was beyond being accidental. I took a sideways glance and discovered that it was the “fine guy”. I marvelled ay this guy’s boldness and the tendency for men like this to take people for granted.

I am sure he felt I was enjoying the show as much as he was doing.

I was thinking of how to tell this guy off and embarrass myself in the process.

I remembered the case of an elderly man who sat close to a lady in a crowded bus and kept tracing his finger along the lady’s left breast. She had shouted at him and in reply, he had said some very nasty things to her, asking her what she thought she carried that could make a man want to touch her. The men in the bus supported him, telling the lady to shut up and stop accusing somebody unnecessarily inside a crowded bus.

So I kept quite and the fingers graduated from tugging to tracing themselves along the line of my trouser fabric, extending their movements to other areas beyond the pant string.

At that point, I reached behind and removed his fingers before using my hand to cover the area he was so bent on touching.

 The impossible guy reached out again and attempted to remove my hand so he could use his fingers. I had to slap his hands off; I kept slapping the him until I got to my bus stop. When I got off the bus, I did not bother to look at him.

Robot  Villager

# 1 Hai guys, this w...Read the full article. Posted by Robot| 27.04.2008 19:02

M. Akosa  Villager

# 2 Quite an interesting article. It is an old game for cheap men who don't want to spend money on planned marriages or a big wedding. It is also an unwitting move for a man to covertly *******ize their children or make them illegitimate, vulnerable to verbal abuses, insults and bad treatments from other family members or their wider community. But at the end of the days it is up to individual choices. How else can you claim child support from a man, if you wish to, also have also good enough reasons to limit or banish his contact from his child / children, or to easily keep him out of your life, when it is a fact both parties where never married and has no serious legal obligations to each other, apart from producing a child together. This has some disadvantages and also serious downsides, if the woman has good enough intentions for her child. The only woman who can easily pull this off, maybe without some serious consequences is OPRAH. Posted by M. Akosa| 27.04.2008 23:30

omoboi  Villager

# 3 sis, the latter part of ur story told how u wittingly conspired and allowed a pervert tap free, hard to come by current without electrocuting him instantly with rage or slaps or insults, or the troika. instead u smoldered and teased his hand from one part of ur kini to another. na wa o...if ur daughter had come home peeved with the same complaints, i'm sure u would have no grounds to goad her into action when next such ugly thing occurs...probably u nursed a sutle admiration for this 'handsome' guy and was rather too disappointed he chose to come at you quickly and in a danfo bus, while u would have thought he would have been more genteel had the the probing occured at a dim corner by kuramo beach...ikwa? ma'am, na two can play the game na im u do there, so leave matter for mathayas... Posted by omoboi| 28.04.2008 02:57

okenikpoto  Villager

# 4 Interesting piece but I want to know something more; you said your boyfriend asked you why you have not taken in since you guys have been doing the thing, are you trying to say you and your guy don't practice safe sex? And if really you are so tactically good in ......, can you gist me and for some other ladies (who might not want to ask the question) how you do it... Posted by okenikpoto| 28.04.2008 12:08

aringaranso  Villager

# 5 Anne, Truly,I think you were quite lenient with that guy who "caressed" you. Many girls I know would have taught him some lessons. Seems you are the quiet type or were you enjoyin the show? Posted by aringaranso| 28.04.2008 13:10

Olamide  Villager

# 6 You tempted the poor guy by wearing clothes that exposed your panties and projecting an image of availability. What stopped you from at least telling him to his face togo and marry if he needs to put his hands ina ladies' panties? When next you have to go around in a 'Danfo', wear something that covers you properly. that goes for all the ladies too. Posted by Olamide| 29.04.2008 08:44

sandybaby  Villager

# 7 its better to slap the guy in his face than to avoid a scene..what if he was a ritualist? haba!!!! i do not know why it took you some time to hit his hands off....i thank GOd for you sha Posted by sandybaby| 29.04.2008 09:13

anneoboho  Villager

# 8 Na it's a dicey affair. i did not (allow) his hands to roam free o! in fact i was trying to shiled my kini without attracting notice to an already ridiculous situation. Trust me on this, the guy immediately stopped being handsome as soon as he started that thing. I saw his actions as a sign of weakness and if you know me very well, you would find out that weak men are not my weak point. Posted by anneoboho| 29.04.2008 09:37

calist  Villager

# 9 So I kept quite and the fingers graduated from tugging to tracing themselves along the line of my trouser fabric, extending their movements to other areas beyond the pant string.At that point, I reached behind and removed his fingers before using my hand to cover the area he was so bent on touching. The impossible guy reached out again and attempted to remove my hand so he could use his fingers. I had to slap his hands off; I kept slapping the him until I got to my bus stop. When I got off the bus, I did not bother to look at him. Nonsense they happen oh, all this inside commercial bus; with other passengers. Lagos na wa! Posted by calist| 29.04.2008 09:45

anneoboho  Villager

# 10 I practice safe sex, my boyfriend doesn't. What can I s ay? it takes two to tango! you wanna know how we do it? my dear i can tell you truthfully that I don't know how it is done. you know, it's like the NIKE logo; we just DO IT. Posted by anneoboho| 29.04.2008 09:54

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