Looking at it from a neural point, I guess I can understand how some women, married or otherwise, would find him attractive.
Forget the fact that he was my friend. I’m not one of those prejudiced women. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that Manny was a magnificent hunk of a guy. He was tall, dark complexioned and with muscles in all the right places. His tummy was so flat that you could see all the flat planes and probably be able to write a love poem on it.
He had a special way of barbing his hair and trimming his facial beard, which makes a girl want to tweak his cheeks. I’m not particularly one of those babes that like guys with beards, but I like guys who usually clean shave. I love the abrasiveness of the cheeks and chin as I caress.
Oh gosh, please don’t get me started on what it does to my….hummm…let’s not get carried away here, okay?
Some people claimed he died an ignoble death. But hey, what is that…death na death…there’s no good or bad death. The point is that you’re gone…yamutu…
I heard that Manny staggered home that fateful day, raving and ranting like a drunken idiot. He was full of noise and fury, but all signified nothing to his siblings. Before they knew it, he was burning up. They called a nurse, who quickly fixed him a drip. Manny had always been a strong guy. In fact, he was as strong as a horse. I bet that was why nobody suspected or believed that the strange sickness would defeat him.
He was in a fitful sleep, tossing and turning, muttering to himself, when his siblings quietly walked out of the room. Their mistake! Someone ought to have stayed and watched him. But they didn’t.
We later heard that neighbours were attracted and rushed out of their homes, when they heard a commotion. They saw Manny, barely in his boxers, rolling and jerking on the hard, dusty ground.
Right in front of their building. He was clutching his drip and muttering the name of a woman.
He was rushed to a nearby hospital. When his siblings came to pay him a visit, he told them to tell his mother that a woman killed him. He died after uttering such strange words.
Investigations by his family members revealed that the name of the woman he was muttering was a woman selling paraga (alcohol, mixed with roots) on their street. Though Manny was in his early thirties, the woman was quite older than him.
Everyone insisted that Manny’s death was a strange one. His family members were the zealots in this belief. They went in search of what killed Manny in his prime. They came back, but wouldn’t say or tell anyone their discovery. Everything was shrouded in secrecy.
It was however only a matter of time before we heard. Yes O! Magun! Of all things, who would ever had thought of Magun?
Further stories began to filter in. We heard that he and this paraga woman had been banging each other like dogs in heat for months abi na years?
Incidentally, the woman was supposed to be a happily married person. But she apparently didn’t see anything wrong in taking Manny every time to her matrimonial home and bed, to grease her honey well.
Manny was just like any other guy. They hardly shy or run away from free food, abi na awuf I go call such feminine delicacies? The bad thing about awuf be say e dey run or tear belle!
People gossiped and whispered that Manny had even chopped the woman more than the man that paid her bride price. How? Good question my dear friends. I also asked how? Abi the woman just wed her husband?
Nay! The truth was that anytime the man leaves home for office, Manny, jobless, would resume work. Jumping like antelope on every corner of the huge bed. He knew all the G spots on the woman’s body. Some bad belle people even claimed that they used to hear the woman, crying: “Give it to me hard! Give it to me Hard! No stop! Don’t stop! Bah Stop!”
Manny would throw her legs to angle 90 and start swimming…he would even go down on her. He would enter her dog style, taking all the time in the world. He liked the way she used to scream whenever she was coming…he liked the way she used to clutch his head, dragging it further into her honey well as she rotated her hips and thrashed around in bed, on the rug….Those her uncontrollable displays made him to feel macho, virile.
We no longer knew which of the story was true or fabricated. The fact however remained that they were banging each other blind. It seemed everybody knew of the affair except Manny’s family members and the woman’s mugu of a husband.
Once it was getting towards evening, the woman would take her paraga wares to the junction where she displays it. It was there that her husband will meet her after office hours, before heading home. Most times, he would wait for her, so that they could go home together.
Ironically, Manny most times used to be at this junction, sitting on the bench placed close to the wares, pretending to be one of the customers.
Perhaps the main attraction for Manny was the money the woman used to dole out to him. Just like she couldn’t resist the weapon of mass destruction between Manny‘s thighs, so also she couldn’t refuse him anything he asked or wanted from her. Na wa O!
I’ve tried to look at things from the angle of the woman and Manny…and the only thing that came to my mind was that Manny sabi hammer. Period!
True, I have never taken a peep into his trousers, but I can bet my best G-string pant that he would be largely endowed below there, if you know what I mean…apparently not just endowed, but also knew how to use his natural endowment…a guy after my heart…hummmm.
Some men are just too busy working round the clock, making money, to realise that their wives are endangered species where young, good looking studs are concerned.
Why, even if the young wife tried to be holy, holy, you’ll find these young, husky guys prowling round her like she was the best thing since sliced bread.
I wish all babes are like me…once a guy tells me he loves me, I always look for the catch. I mean, there has to be a catch somewhere if a guy tells an old, married, aging lady like me that he likes, loves me…I have to double check if he is unemployed.
Anyway, no fear of that…any guy that is stupid enough to come after me, believing I have money, will probably die of hunger. Don’t judge me by my cover, everything you see na cosmetics, shakara. I broke pass church cockroaches sef!
Hey, chill down…I know I’m digressing, but I’ll get to the story soon…there’s no need to bite my head off…ha! God, people are so impatient these days, why?
Anyway, as I was saying…we heard that the woman’s husband actually had a good job, yet the woman refused to stop selling paraga. What could be the reason for this? Your guess is as good as mine!
It was only a matter of time before busybody people told the husband that Manny was banging his wife. What could the man do? Confront and fight Manny? Beat his wife to pulp? Or break all her wares and force her to stay at home? He didn’t do any of this.
Rather he placed Magun on his wife and it killed Manny!
End of a scintillating love affair!
They said that Manny’s family members went to different places to verify what killed him and all came back with the same result: Magun.
They took time to check out the woman…shhhhhhhhhhhh (Yes, I hissed), I heard she was not even pretty. At least she was not worth dying for. She was even bleaching her skin!
You won’t believe this…the woman and her husband are still married! Did I remember to tell you guys that Manny was the only male child in a family of five children? Yeah, I know bro…saddening…I can feel you….
There are many who do not believe in the power and existence of Magun, their mistake. It exists and its efficacy rate is very high. Husbands are using it every day on the wives they suspect to be unfaithful.
So when next you start panting after and salivating over that married woman, remember there might be Magun on her.
No! No! It’s not only wives it works on. I have heard stories where ordinary boyfriends, who were just dating a babe, had placed Magun on her. Most times the wife or girlfriend, might be innocent. When it comes to jealousy, no man or woman is reasonable.
Jealousy is a dangerous emotion. Don’t be caught in its web. It can rule and compel you to kill!
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