Okafor's Law (Page 3)

Now, this law goes something like this: if a man has ever been ‘there’, he can always be ‘there’. I am of course paraphrasing; the exact words are actually vulgar. It’s pretty common-place knowledge; no one is really expected to know how to quote it. Just get the general idea, and you are fine. For many years, I didn’t quite get that ‘general idea’ early enough. That might explain why I was convinced of my irresistibleness because an ex-boyfriend or two had ‘hinted’ at reconciliation. Hadn’t they cried out how much they’d missed me!! The part of them reaching out to feel me up at the same time mattered nothing, just boys being boys. The only reason I never let them touch me into ‘getting back together’ was due to a prior experience with second missionary journeys that went awry. I was however euphoric for days afterwards about being desired. Until I grew up and realised that it had been Okafor’s law at play all those time!

Then I did fall prey – once. It was the end of a year that I’d been exceptionally naughty, and unlucky. For some reason, I kept encountering the worst set of men on earth. They just didn’t seem to know their left from their right!!! I was quite at loss how to tell adults who had been having sex way long before me that they were getting it all wrong. So, it was my very unfulfilled self that travelled to Lagos to spend the Xmas. There, I called up my ex to tell him I was in town. Him, always such a dear, promptly showed up the same day at where I was staying. The first thought I had when I saw him was, ‘jeez, this man is still as skinny as ever!’, but I gave him a 100 watts smile. I had to be nice to him; I was hoping he’d accompany me to the Island (to sort my share certificates wahala) and I never want anything to do with Lagos transport system by my self.


So, we went to the Island, spent half the day in the traffic, the other half greeting his friends we saw along the way (& tacitly responding to their questioning glances that ‘no, it’s what it appears’, while secretly savouring the warm feeling of how good we still looked together). He returned me home pretty late but promised to come over the following day, so we could continue from where we stopped. He did come quite all right, but the entire bus-hopping thing of the other day had provided loads of opportunities for ‘tapping current’. We had been reminded of how each other’s bodies feel and the good times of old. An enclosed room with no chaperon only served to catalyze what took place next. All I can say about it is that it was a fantastic way to break the jinx of that wretched year.

I’m reminded of this incident because of Jinta’s comment on Onome’s post of Male Myths --- Busted and also because last holidays, I had dropped by Lagos and this same ex offered his services of taking me round Lagos ‘dangerous’ routes. Day 2, he came probably expecting his ‘thank you’ like the last time …

 

Posted: at 4-03-2010 02:33 PM (15 years ago) | Upcoming

 

ASK HER OOOO

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Posted: at 4-03-2010 03:19 PM (15 years ago) | Addicted Hero

Stop.

Posted: at 10-03-2010 02:02 AM (15 years ago) | Newbie

Thanks for your response. At least someone here is not acting foolish to the question! Appreciated. 

Posted: at 10-03-2010 02:07 AM (15 years ago) | Newbie

LWKM!!! Are U for real?

Posted: at 10-03-2010 02:34 AM (15 years ago) | Hero

Lolz Lady Erika how naw?

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Posted: at 10-03-2010 02:45 AM (15 years ago) | Hero

stop looking like miss Okafor...

Posted: at 10-03-2010 02:48 AM (15 years ago) | Hero

The kisses means..... KISS MY ASS!

You're ugly. What's your deal? Wait.... don't bother answering that cause your time has expired. I'm done with you. Poof. Jealousy jealousy jealousy. I have no time for talking to you. Talking to you is a waste of my time under my philosophy. 

Posted: at 10-03-2010 03:10 AM (15 years ago) | Newbie

u win....baboon..

Posted: at 10-03-2010 03:24 AM (15 years ago) | Hero

sounds like Okro soup law...

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Posted: at 10-03-2010 08:34 AM (15 years ago) | Addicted Hero