If you need an introduction to the protagonist, read his story here and here. And further episodes here, here, here and here. Also continued here.
God created me for procreation. For playing an integral part in taking a beautiful legacy forward.
God, being God, was benevolent enough to make it very pleasurable to have sex. Scientists are going wild exploring which species have sex for pleasure, observing dolphins, pigs and our very own Bonobos amongst other animals!
Mankind went a little too far establishing sex as a mark of power!
I really don’t want to be associated with this, but alas, I can’t escape the sad reality that far from what our creator may have envisaged, I am an integral part of horrendous crimes! Rapes, sexual cruelty or even emotional agony caused due to a cheating spouse!
Though it may appear so, believe me I am not the root cause of it! It’s much more the act of the brain and the heart! Their deterioration due to a decayed value system sustained by a senseless society!
A difficult question
Just the other day, Big John’s nephew walked home from school, and asked “What is molestation?” Apparently the kids figured that a child in another school was molested and their teachers had tried to do an urgent refresher on ‘good touch – bad touch’ lessons!
I don’t know how the question was answered, but I know a lot died inside my man and perhaps inside all adults in that room that day.
Big John penned the following that night:
“We all have blood on our hands, blood shed by abraded young souls
It needed a lot of courage, to answer the question of a ten-year-old.
We have failed as humans, as a society or anything we collectively deem noble
It’s the sinful doing of all of us, and not just one sick man’s foible”
Unlike my other rants, this ain’t no funny. The dick head hangs in shame!
But you know what? Something throbs inside me, and it’s not what you think, you dirty mind! It’s the hope – the hope that no man, woman, child or animal would ever suffer in the name of sex! That sex would be only a pure phenomenon, a pure act associated with only smiles, joys, giggles and goosebumps (the good kind)!