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My sister would always wait until the time lose concentration in the dead evening. She would tell mother it was time for vigil. Her racial church always has one every Friday. Mother won't complain cos she thought her to be a good girl & we were the bad eggs. I became sick of watching her go to this vigil. I followed her trail one sexy Friday evening When she entered into the dumb house The room went blind and I heard her moan Mother is yet to recover from the shock. When every searching eyes has gone astray, Nneka would always learn to pleasure herself. She would trace the hole in her thigh pleasantly then, groan in an unknown tone in the dark. Her voice searching for what is missing in her, She would chase the calm darkness into chaos. Our bodies would protest as we watch curiously. Our skins would gather heated sweat into boiling water.We learnt to urinate more often as the groaning circulated in our disturbed eardrums. Till now, we never learn what that is called. In the village square before the new year, Girls learnt to giggle watching boys dance. they always have stories on their lips to tell their parents.The village bushes were their home. a home for them and the other Boys. they prefer the rough guys to the calm boys. they prefer the ugly men to the fine boys. as long as you could dance to their tone, Your artistic performance will take them home. then, they talk about you behind close doors. how weak you were under their prowess. In their closet they talk about boy's weakness, The Perfume their men wear to please nose. How the lips of their men taste in the dark How broad the shoulder of their men look How intelligent they are found in the night. Women and their familiar need on men Girls and their nagging lips against nature, These are the nemesis songs among feminists. Father told us about these snout skimpy girls their preys are men of goodwill in light... These are things girls do behind closed doors. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration.
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