Dear Diary,
In our early childhood we loved our parents. We adored them; we liked their deeds and lifestyle. Occasionally we even mimicked them in our music and drama sessions at school. As the age numbers doubled and doubled, we wanted to be them; we played the mum – dad games with children in the neighbourhood. The eldest of children became the father and mother, girl playing virtual wife slept in the same bed with the boy child while the kids bedded separately. And this is how most of us lost our precious virginity.
It’s my friend Shannie at Makerere University Business School Nakawa. She perceives me for the enamoured girl, glam and bottled full of innocence but their perception about me is wrong. She whispers and blabs the gravest of secrets to my tiny flappy ears. I feel guilty, I need to tell someone but our friendship bond has ensnared me in this dark enclosure. Therefore I’ll just speak to you my diary. Like any other girl, Shannie is endued with subtly. She’s immodest, promiscuous and wanton, yes that only me knows. She an altruist therefore is generous to the boy child boner. Today I unfold a series of larks.
It’s almost 10 years down the lane and many girls like Shannie haven’t gotten over the parenthood fantasy. As their mothers are now fighting wrinkled faces, breast-sock syndrome and menopause, these girls still yearn to have a taste of what it feels to be a wife in a home stead. Obviously for MUBs babes like Shannie, cut babies out of the circle, dolls will do for the moment. Its money, sex and humanoid pleasure they’re in search for. Shannie confines in me, she narrates to me a story how she and other university babes leave double lives.
Like any mundane we do have needs. While at campus many girls have to keep up appearance [this the potential period a girl is supposed to hook up with her life time partner.]. To keep up appearance one has to have a constant flow of income, which barely any university girl can afford by her own. This literally leaves many girls in an ethical dilemma; either to live the rug liaise faire life, concentrate only on your academics or be trendy and try hustle your way through the whole ideology.
Shannie says many outsiders think we hook up with old guys to earn a few bucks in return we do fellate and have sex with them; but that erroneous. However much we want the dimes, we need the sex too, and we liked to be loved like a full woman which the campus boy can’t do. We could want a home to fulfil our responsibilities although would still want the young handsome guy around me wherever I go.
To live this double life to the brim, cut the faithfulness BS out. You must have two lovers in the dropbox; the young handsome campus dude and the rich old fella. Make sure the handsome guy isn’t with you for the money and make it clear to him his there for love, sex and for show. He’s a young guy, give him the freedom, and let him play his cards. These old chaps tend to cause when they smell competition, so never blabber about your intimate relations with younger dude or anyone near to his circles.
From Monday to Friday am a girl friend and surely that’s time for me and my handsome boyfriend to tangle. We’ve our copulation sessions at hostel, on the Nakawa streets; we stroll to and from campus together, share our inner most ideas and feelings and go club together during the weekday. We’re a couple everybody know that. On Friday I excuse myself on grounds that am heading back home and he’s ok with it. But my journey home is all a lie, Friday evening, Saturday through the weekend till Sunday am a wife at some mansion in Namuwongo. Here I wash the utensils, cook and do my old chaps laundry. When he comes back from work late in the night, I lay on my back sing to the ceiling as he quenches his sexual thirst. If muzeeyi is happy, he spills money, and if I get money
in abundance, I never get to ask much from my B.F. That way he is comfortable around me.
Till next week I’m all yours. Till then yours truly Ritah The Monger.
