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“The next time you live like this will be when you’ve made your first million,” the old tuk tuk driver transporting my belongings from college to my new home remarked.   “Out here, you don’t vandalize property because your tap is dry or there’s a power outage.” His tone carried a hint of sadistic sarcasm, regardless of how well-meaning his unrequested guidance was.   In the past few months, I’ve been having numerous meetings with Mr. Reality. Just two weeks ago, while attending a graduation party at a friend's place, the caretaker stormed in, furious, and served a notice that completely killed the party. Only recently, while shopping at a local supermarket, I found out that the price of Unga has skyrocketed to six times what it was when I started my college four years ago. These are just a few of the harsh realities that the seemingly comfortable life in college shelters you from. It's not amusing at all.   Reality is the most grotesque monster one can face, parti...

PROTECTION, WHO SHOULD EXACTLY INITIATE?

 


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Disclaimer: This blog has a sexual content.  A reader discretion is therefore encouraged. 

Women suffer doubly in the event of a bedroom blunder. I, therefore strongly urge that women must always be in charge of contraception issues, no matter how attractive or stimulating the scenario may be...


A condom burst is a one-bedroom moment that every man dreads the most. It's terrifying. It's terrifying. It takes the wind out of any man's sails and gives many a little lad a frightful nightmare.


The terrifying possibility of a VCT visit crosses one's mind, and the male is always preoccupied with morbid anticipation of what that minor accident can lead to; an unplanned pregnancy—invariably the least of his worries—or contracting a venereal infection, most commonly AIDS. It is always selfish, and the male is always concerned with his well-being, never with the well-being of the woman.

Three decades since the discovery of HIV and more than a half-century of intensive marketing of contraceptive devices, many women are accused of being unwilling to take the initiative on something that frequently has a negative impact on their life. The number of abortions mentioned elsewhere in this publication is conclusive evidence that unprotected intercourse is the rule rather than the exception. On a normal weekend, a quick walk down to your neighborhood pharmacy will reveal how young ladies dutifully rely on morning-after pills, just another sign of campus’ widespread unprotected sex.

The hefty expense of unprotected sex is becoming old news. Women find it more banal and dull. The question of protection is exclusively a male concern in our everyday contact with most women at all levels. Unless it's a fling or a call girl, I've seen with alarming concern that even women who have been properly exposed tend to leave that decision entirely up to the male.


Which gets us to the ever-present topic that everyone avoids: who should be in charge of security?

The answer should be simple. WOMAN. Period. Examine it carefully before raising your accusing finger. Men are selfish, and if the decision is left to them, they can only behave in the direction of their pelvic desires. Naturally, everyone anticipates safe unprotected sex, which is contradictory considering that sexual safety begins with the walk to the VCT to determine the status. This only occurs after the wedding bells ring or when two people have exhibited some level of confirmed devotion.


When people date for an extended length of time, there is a mutual temptation to let down one's guard and go the fleshy way. Using the rubber becomes tedious, onerous, and restrictive. When a male decides to go tubeless, a woman usually has no say, or her protest is met with his persistence, and believe me, a man will get his way. After foreplay and the exciting pre-sexual rites, women are susceptible to being taken away. The words condom and consistency have not co-existed in the same sentence for quite some time.

Naiveté is the plague of university social life. It is costly, and many brilliant brains have learned the hard way. In the heat of the moment, it is easy to overlook the now-essential routine of lovemaking: protection.


Personally, I've been in a situation where such a decision was essential and the need to satisfy my pelvic thirst naked was pretty great. The lady lay there helpless, believing me and the gods that everything would be alright. Those who know me may attest that the adjective "handsome" loses its meaning when you see me. I'm as bankrupt as they come. It makes me question what happens to the other men who are fliers, rich, and maybe better at these things.


Kudos to the women who have learned the art of consistency and how to tame their boyfriend(s)' offensive fleshy appetites through experience or caution. Those who assume the man knows are mistaken. Our engagement has always been physical, and other than sowing wild oats, there is nothing else. If you become pregnant, you will be deprived of nine productive months that you had not intended for. Worse, you may get a sickness that you might have prevented.


Men should subscribe to this choice, but because women suffer twice as much as men from sexual immorality, they should take care of protection. Suffice to say, tripping is humanly inevitable, and in the case that something goes wrong, one should always be prepared to accept responsibility. You can start by retaining the baby. It is almost never a terrible idea. Who knows, it may be an Obama. Aside from that, it should serve as a constant reminder that you tripped and it wasn’t a fall.

While at it, can a female explain to me why they are more scared of pregnancy than contracting HIV? It simply doesn’t add up. Maybe I’m too dumb.


 (Email me at dravilduke88@gmail.com ) 

Comments

Yeah
At a point I agree with you!
Anonymous said…
As a woman I am responsible for what goes into my vagina and most importantly my uterus.
If the man gives a hoot.Even better.
But it would be a suicide mission to throw caution to the wind.

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