Vera Ezimora

Attention Beautiful African Goddess, please don't accept anything but the most gracious and chivalrous treatment. Even as a boor myself, I know very well that Women such as yourself are among the most beautiful, sensuous, and coy on this Mother Earth. Blessed is the man that should experience the joy and privilege of being in the mere presence of you, let alone that he should experience the treasure of being your loving companion.

Indeed, how serendipitous that a chivalrous Knightly African Warrior such as myself should come across a Queen in this corner of cyberspace. I would honor you. I would bow to you. I would give you the passionate Goddess worship you so deserve. Let us meet and let God bequeath us the passion and pleasures of Kings and Queens. Let drink deep draughts of infernal pleasure as we make love to Songs of Songs amidst frankincense and myrrh. Let us experience passion as it was once known...as it was meant to be.

Come my African Queen...come and experience a taste of paradise. Give yourself what you deserve. I am awaiting. Come taste what the boorish male can bestow. Come experience an Imperial tradition that bows to Isis Goddesses.

If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next

This post is named after one of my favorite songs, which was released by The Manic Street Preachers in 1998. The song was about the Spanish Civil War, and the idealism that influenced volunteers from around the world to enlist in the International Brigade, which fought against Franco's fascist insurrection. The the songs name was taken from the above Republican (i.e. left-wing) poster at the time. A young child that was murdered by the Nationalists appears on the poster with the warning at the bottom: “If you tolerate this, your children will be next.”

I am not speaking of the Spanish Civil was, neither am I attempting make you ardent socialists like myself. I am addressing the issue of childhood sexual abuse in our country. This post is influenced by confusednaijababe: http://confusednaijagirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/culture-of-silence.html, and overwhelmednaijababe: http://overwhelmednaijababe.blogspot.com/2007/01/ordinary-day.html

The point I am trying to make is that the volunteers that fought in the International Brigade were idealistic enough to believe that they could make a difference, and they were prepared to fight for what they believed in, if we can muster half of their zeal then maybe we can end, the culture of silence, which is prevalent in our society. We must play our part to protect our children, because if we tolerate this, then our children will be next.......

Overwhelmed, here is a little something i posted on your blog, I dont think you noticed it earlier:

I hope you have the patience to accomodate a guest, even one quite as boorish as myself.

Overwhelmed, You are a survivor and not a victim. For you to turn out this way, shows that it will take more than those bad experiences to break your spirit.

Here is to overwhelmed our friend has stared adversity in the eye and calmly stated; "do your worst".

Keep your chin up sweetheart......

My Longest Relationship

I met her at a hypnotists' show at the bar at my halls of residence, i didnt think much of her as she seemed a little awkward and unsure of herself, and I was a cocky, over confident party boy . The second time I met her was at the University halloween party which was held at the student union, she came dressed as one of the characters from the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical: Cats. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her cat suit, her dark skin, washboard stomach, ample hips and lovely face had me taken aback.

"I really like you", she said obviously mustering up the Dutch courage to make that statement under the influence of a few black velvets (at my rather pretensious university, we thought it rather cool to drink classic cocktails), and she walked off in the opposite direction, oblivious to the fact that i might have wanted a little more that just a statement from her. I didn't hear from her again till a couple of weks later when a friend of mine told me of this half European and half Arab girl that she overheard speaking of me and how much she liked he but felt i was out of her league. I instinctively knew it was her, and considering how sexy she looked in her cat suit I felt she would easily be another notch in my belt.

Pursue her I did, and I felt myself being taken in not just by her physical beauty, but her allure, her seductivenes inspite of the fact that she was demure and the purity of her heart. I ended up dating this woman for five and a half years of my life. What went wrong? The fact that I was insecure and young, the fact that I had this overwhelming fear of being hurt, the fact that I was too afraid to share my weaknesses and fears with her. She was my best friend, my mother, my lover and my confidante, no secret of mine did she leak, she toned down my self destructive urges, she supported me through the bad and celebrated the good with me. Together we felt we could conquer the world. She always put me first, but My childishness prevented me from reciprocating the loyalty she showed me.

I am grateful for the experience of knowing her, because she showed me what a true relationship ought to be, and through her i know not to accept any compromises. Will I make the same mistakes again? Never. Will i cherish my future mate? Most definitely. Will I be forever grateful to her for the experience of knowing and sharing a good portion of my life with her? Without a doubt, for with her support, I felt I could look into the eye of a storm and feel no fear, because I had an unyeilding and unflinching force, buttressing me against all the possible pitfalls of life.

It ended, but at least I know what to look out for when seeking a life partner.

My Sex

My Sex

I couldn't resist doing this.....

Q1) How old were you the first time?

13

Q2) Name of your first?

N ( Two years older than I was)

Q3) Good or Bad?

Brilliant, I finally got what i had spent the last six months begging and buying her shortbread for!!!

Q4) Name of the worst & why?

Z. Horrid horrid sex. She was beautiful but so not sexual, had no idea :-(

Q5) Name of the best and why?

E (see question 13)

Q6) Weirdest place you ever had sex?

A-level school library, Nightclub, Train toilets, wardrobe at a party, in hyde park, a strangers backyard.

Q7) Favorite Position:

Slow doggy style, really slow, not moving my body, just using my arms to guide her slowly onto it. When she wants the full stroke, i stop her and tease her with half of it till she really struggles to get it, and when she least expects it, I let her have it...........

Q8) Ever fake an orgasm?

Yes with Z (question 4) I was wearing a rubber and the lights were off, so she didnt know. LOL

Q9) Would you admit it if the person asked?

I told her recently (she is married with kids now, so she doesn't care.)

Q10) Favorite time of day to have sex?

Anytime will do, provided the mood is right.

Q11) Most times you have had sex in one day?

15... With one chick five times, left her went to my other girls place (lived five minutes away) hit her for six, went home had a meal and a shower and took four more shots. (NOTE: This was in my wild days).

Q12) Same person?

Nope

Q13) Ever fantasize about someone other than the one you’re with?

Oh! Yes, loads of times, especially if the sex isn't great, I think of my beloved E, who rocked me to the very depths of my soul. It wasn't fast, it wasn't furious just slow, sensual, overwhelming, sweet and amazing sex. We were in the back seat of my car, we kissed for a while and then she ran her hand down from my face, to my chest and then lightly stroked my ---- through my jeans. She leaned over and kissed me down there and ran her tongue from the base to the tip repeatedly until i moaned and did my best to un-hook her bra.

I played with her nipples till she moaned, hitched up her skirt and took me in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down slowly. (there was no sucking, just using the insides of her mouth and her tongue to tease me). I played with her clit, "That is so good, please i want you inside me now" she said as i marvelled at her wetness. "Please do it slow, slow slow" she said as I made my way into her moistness.

Slow it was, 20 minutes of slow love making, she wound her hips and rubbed me sensually on my chest in circular motions and pulled me closer and scratched my back lightlty whilst making sweet incoherent noises in my ear. I came once, did not stop, came the second time didnt stop and my body arched upwards as i came to my third, most intense and loudest orgasm.

Q14) Restrictions during sex?

No inhibitions!

Q15) Accessories?

I have had a number of chicks on a vibrator.

Q16) What?

U heared me

Q17) Done it in a car?

Too many times to count, I was caught by a bunch of kids whilst slipping it to some chick, they cheered as we drove away...

Q18) Had a Threesome?

Many, many threesomes and moresomes...

Q19) Want to have sex now?

Would be nice!!!!

The Old Chestnut!!!!

What is this whole existence of ours about? Why are we here? What purpose do we serve? These are questions that I battle with regularly, at times I don't see the point of it all. We spend all our lives in pursuit of material gain and physical pleasure and yet it all counts for nothing, as we are all destined to leave this world one day. I often wonder if the Nihilistic philosophical position is right, maybe life is without purpose, maybe our entire way of life is baseless and without any proper value.

When I was an avowed hedonist I chased after all the cheap thrills, and yet found myself empty and unfufilled, I put an end to that and sought a more fufilling way of life, and yet I haven't found what it is that I seek.

I love life, but wish i truly understood it.......

I Am a Freak Of Nature

This is not right, I turn 30 in a matter of days, yet I am fitter, more energetic, stronger and far more agile than I was ten years ago. I was at the park at VGC today and I actually performed my first backflip at age 30!!!!! I go for a run everyday before work and I find that an hour is insufficient time for me to fully break a sweat. I've lost my six pack (due to my loathing of stomach exercises and my inabillity to stick to those boring diets), and if I do go to the gym, the effects show up instantly.

I've found the fountain of youth..........

I was going to blog about another of my sexcapades, but I have chosen to keep my blog PG-13................

Oh! What the hell..........


Sometime last year, a friend called me up and suggested we take his 35 year old unmarried cousin out for dinner. I agreed and we all went out to Pearl Garden for a meal, at the restaurant I struck up a really good rapport with her and there was an obvious attraction between us. We finished our meal, ordered another bottle of red wine, and chatted for about half an hour.

After the meal we proceeded to Bambuddha, but we weren't let in as my friend was wearing a t-shirt. We we then moved to 288 and had a couple more glasses of wine by the pool side, and it seemed like there was definitely romance in the air, due to the fact that she ignored her cousin and focussed on me entirely. After 288 we moved to Bachuss and ordered a bottle of Hennessey (my favorite tipple, and for my enjoyment only), and they ordered a bottle of something i couldn't quite recognise. There were a couple of my old flames in the club who didn't seem to enjoy the sight of me winin' and grinin' with this woman that appeared like she was robbing the cradle (I look 26 so it is somewhat understandable).

After much cavorting we managed to find a free corner (upstairs at Bhacchuss gets really packed), and she plants the sweetest kiss on me, (damn there was a lot of experience in them lips). So we snogged for 30 mins till we left the club at about six in the morning. When we got to her place she insisted that my cousin stayed over due to the fact that he was too drunk to complete the 15 minute journey to my house (we live in the same hood), where he was originally meant to sleep over. He had the couch and the chick and I moved to the bedroom.

She was voracious, she kissed every nook and cranny of my body, she was so much in tune with her body and was very vocal about what she wanted and knew just how to get herself off. She masturbated for my viewing pleasure and we did it from the front, doggy, from the side, with me sitting on her stool and her riding me, I bent her over the dresser and we ended it on the floor with her lying face down with her cute booty in the air. It was a rather pleasant experience and every thursday (before my NYSC community development) she would come over to my place for a quick shag before work.

It's over now and we hardly speak....

Ever Seen The Movie Threesome?

I actually lived that life for a year whilst studying for my post-grad. A was a half Indian and half Belarusian beauty, B was a tall Nigerian babe with legs to die for, we were friends, and often and had slept with each other individually.

One day, following lectures we got very drunk and A and B started kissing each other, there is nothing quite as sexy as two chicks going for it, they got naked and put up a show for me, eventually i joined in and had the most amazing experience, we were at it from mid afternoon till the early hours of the next morning, we had sex so many times that i still wonder how i managed to keep it up, considering how voracious they both were. We practically lived together for the rest of the academic year, the good thing about it was that we were all experienced and no one got unnnessesarily jealous.

Following our post grad, A is working as a solicitor in the UK, B is in the states studying for her MBA, and i am back in Nigeria. I often wonder what it would be like if we were to meet up again.

Just a relic from my past...........

Just Discharged From Hospital

I was at a party last night, had a great time drank loads and partied hard. However, once I got home I felt my chest contract and intantly I knew I was having an asthma attack. There I with no inhaler (lost it a month ago), and rapidly losing consiousness. Fortunately, my friend and his wife rushed me to a nearby hospital and I was pumped full of meds, subjected to blood tests and kept overnight for observation.

Please never take your health for granted, a life is too easy to lose, be careful......

What a Holiday

It has been a while hasn't it? I haven't had the time to update my blog due to excessive partying and an even longer recovery period. I had the very best Christmas holiday of my life, all my boys flew in from wherever and we all had a blast. We were out every night, We did Six Degrees North (every night), Reeds, Bachuss, La Casa, Churrasco, News Cafe, Soul Lounge and a certain strip club in Lekki Phase 1.

There were parties, barbeques, get togethers and I even went on a few dates....
Yes boorishmale is dating again, i truly came alive this christmas.

However the highpoint was the weekend spent at the Eko Tourist Beach Resort, it is about an hours drive from the first Lekki round about. We rented a couple of chalets and consumed copious amounts of booze.The beach was clean, the people were friendly and it was so serene and quiet. Here are a couple of short clips I made at the beach:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0T8P4leBGLI


I met lots of beautiful girls (no shags by the way), and it was good to know that i still have it. My friends and i partied so hard that we were all ill by new years eve and missed the count down. :-(

One thing that struck me was the way Nigerians love to quaff champagne, Jesus Christ they drink it like it is going out of fashion, there were dudes with ten sometimes twenty bottles of the stuff on their tables at the club. It'salmost like Puffy and Jay-Z have left an indellible mark on young Nigerians.

Dudes I had a blast.........
:-)