FOR MEN ONLY- Curves, Hips and Lips
A lady’s body is
a wonder to behold for us men. It makes the talkative ones shut up and it makes
the silent ones talk. As beautiful as it may be, so is it an avenue for filth.
The multiple porn sites, the lustful soap operas and the traffic-causing
billboards are just but a few. We are left to wonder where to place the beauty
that Christ created. When I was in high school, I was in love with Halle Berry.
The curves, the lips and the hips had everything to do with it. I broke up with
Halle when Scarlet Johansson stole my heart. Scarlet and I were not steady, so
luscious lipped Angelina Jolie made her way in my love life. We had a great
relationship until I met Maitté Perroni. She was everything I wanted. I thought
the list would end when I finally would meet the one I would marry. She would
have skin like Halle Berry’s, eyes like Scarlet Johansson, hips like Beyonce
and a face like Maitté Perroni. I was wrong. I learnt; a good body will just never
do guys.
I write this to
men to identify with you that a woman’s flesh can really drive us crazy. It may
be a little sneak-peak on the chest but it’s the whole thing in our minds. It
is my hope that one day every young man of our generation may find one wife of
his youth that may satisfy him without him looking elsewhere. But is that the
case? Even the married ones have their heads turning. Why? They seek a
satisfaction that ladies cannot give. It’s like searching for polar bears in
the Sahara. The quest is futile! Just because the rear is bigger or the front
is wider means nothing. We think the next best curves, hips or lips will
satisfy yet to be quite frank they won’t. You see, even if you’re in a serious
relationship, you will more often than rarely see another lady with a better physical
deal than your girlfriend, fiancée of wife. Now, if you trade a few minutes of
flirtation with “the better deal”, you will only lose a lifetime of love with
“the real deal”. Curves will sag, hips will drag and lips will fall.
It hurts ladies
terribly when their men fail to find them attractive anymore. It hurts them
more when their men compare them to other feminine models or expect them to
measure up with television figures that have spent five hours of make-up to
appear for only six minutes on set. It’s a fool’s rush guys. Don’t be caught in
it. Satisfaction is maturity. If your quest is insatiable, your life will be a
waste after fool’s gold. All women in your eyes may be pretty, but only your
lady is beautiful if you choose her to be.
The story below
is an experience that almost cost me a beautiful life and a beautiful wife-to-be
because curves, hips and lips seemed to be the only thing that mattered at the
moment.
. . .
I always fell for
girls older than myself. Suffice it to say that I was either mature for my age
or the younger girls did not quite posses the knack for romantic adventure as
the older ones did. Somewhere in one of my poems it reads, “Wrote love letters
to sweet little Mary, made photocopies to Lucy and Njeri.” I juggled the hearts
of girls younger than me ever since I was 15. My ego reached critical mass and
my spirit man died a slow-fade death. I left my first love.
I was 16 and sexy
(or so I thought). I had girls wrapped around my finger but never really did
any harm. Seven girls I remember, their names all withheld. Number pregnant;
none. Number intimate with; none. Number heart-broken; seven. So you see, I
wasn’t doing too badly for a pastor’s kid.
Case one of the
seven was the most deadly. The year was 2005. My high school went for trips
outside the country every year. 2005 was Zanzibar! We stopped at Arusha for the
night before completing our journey. I was dead tired and wanted nothing but to
sleep. My friend, Archie and I shared a room together with two other friends.
Not only until our patron fell asleep did the trouble really begin. The guys
decided to go clubbing. Thank God for Archie. We encouraged each other and
decided to stay. The other two roommates left. By 3am, they had returned, drunk
as sponges, all blacked-out! Archie woke me up, clearly startled. The lights
were on.
“Archie, what is it?”
Archie couldn’t
speak. I woke up and saw why. Right across Archie was a lusciously dressed
woman seated on the bed. Her skirt was very economical. Her chest was bare with
strings of cloth hanging on her torso. As we later came to realize, she was a
prostitute or as one of my pals would say, a flesh-consultant. Let’s call her
case one. Case one was a beautiful creature! She put on make-up and had the
most physically attractive form to go with it. She had a lure that was
impossible to ignore. Sleep disappeared. Archie assured me that he had nothing
to do with her and had no idea what she wanted.
“Nataka mume wangu,” she said in Swahili (I
want my husband)
“Mume wako hayuko hapa,” I responded. (Your
husband is not here)
Or was he, I
reasoned as I looked at my intoxicated pals. It was the start of a lengthy
argument that she was determined to win. She remained intransigent that her
husband came to our hotel and was roughly our age. I sighed. What had those
silly boys done? She explained that one of us met her at a nearby brothel and
had not paid for her services. She went from explaining to ranting. She was
going to wake the entire hotel at this rate. We calmed her down and promised to
find her “husband.” When we discovered that she had no shoes, we knew we were
going nowhere. She refused to leave the room without her shoes. She claimed that she had left them in
the lobby. Archie volunteered to get them, leaving me alone in the room with
the flesh-consultant. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, flesh
and spirit respectively. The moment Archie stepped out, case one began running
her feet up my leg. I jumped back in anxiety. It didn’t stop her.
“Kwani waogopa? Kuja. Usiwe mwoga.” She said
(Are you scared? Come on, don’t be afraid.)
She beckoned me to
approach her. Cupid’s arrow began to spread it’s venom. My eyes liked what
they saw and my spirit cried foul. The sight was delectable and tempting. Archie
wasn’t returning. What was taking him so long? Or did it seem so because I was
in this situation? I looked at the lady, the desire oozing out of me. She was
willing. She began to lick her lips sensually and make another advance on me. I
didn’t care! I wanted her! I wanted her badly! She began to run her feet up my
leg again. I didn’t resist. I figured it wouldn’t hurt anyone. She was
Tanzanian. I was Kenyan. Whatever we did in this short moment, would not only
feel good but also it wouldn’t last. Besides, it’s not like I was forcing her
down this road. She was openly seducing me. I didn’t see the wrong in
satisfying the crave for curves, hips and lips. I would never see her again so
it was no big deal! Lust burned and I encouraged its flame! I was bent on
making a move when the door suddenly flew open with Archie holding a pair of
white high heels. I’ve been eternally grateful to Archie since. Thoughts of
contracting diseases came hours later and I was glad that those high heels were
found in the nick of time.
. . .
Seven years
later, I admit that if I had given in, I would be a wreck. God’s grace had it
that Archie was my help. Don’t wait to get into a situation to decide whether
curves, hips and lips are the deal or not. In the heat of the moment they seem
like the deal. In the coolness of the truth, they are not. If that’s what keeps
you going in a relationship or in your pursuit for the fairer sex, you have
more chances finding the Easter bunny. Physical beauty is important, don’t get
me wrong. In fact Dr. Willard Harley in his best-selling book “His needs, her
needs” raises with adequate facts that a man will feel cheated if his partner
does not take care of her physical appearance. Encourage women’s femininity and
this will not be a problem. She will dress up for you and you will be the envy
of many. Physical beauty is important but it’s not crucial.
A lady’s worth
lies deeper than the tights and the flesh. Don’t lose a diamond for a mere rock.
If you fail to see that, you will live with a Fiona who’s Shrek on the inside
rather than a Shrek who is Fiona on the inside. Between me and you, the latter
is the real deal.
1st John 2:17 “The
world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives
forever.”