If you have it big down there, and by big we not just talking about the bishop alone, but the bag that accompanies the bishop, you will admit that wearing trousers for too long is a chore. I switched to boxers (hadn’t known of big boxers then so was always the tiny ones) but even at that I always have “situations” where my mum or family member out of embarrassment will tell me, “Nna ya office is open”. the thing will always find reasons to sneak it’s head out to receive fresh air. suddenly on one faithful day, I decided to tie a wrapper my mum gave me and I realised that heaven could be on earth here.
the wrapper allowed cross ventilation and ease if I went I wanted to polish the bishop in secret with good viscosity Vaseline. I was so happy that I made this discovery, anyway this began my obsession with tying wrappers all the time. my family members were always angry at this new development. how could a young man like me suddenly be acting like an old man. I refused to heed to these advise and as usual shrugged off statements of “one day I will regret it”.
anyway I was thinking that one day will come later later in future, never did I know it would happen days afterwards, our tenant downstairs had a naming ceremony and the entire compound was filled to the brim with people. I was upstairs observing the events when I noticed my mum called me to rush downstairs so I collect something from her at the gate, I tried to change into a trouser but the devil encouraged me to go that way, by the way Na my papa house. thus I rushed down.
I was racing at full speed towards the gate when suddenly the metal used to anchor one of the canopies, grabbed my wrapper and ripped it off. since it happened at full throttle, it removed everything and left me standing Unclad in a child dedication ceremony. I didn’t know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.
I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. I refused to come out for days and till today, years after. my family still reminds me of how I dishonored the family name.
anyway I have learnt to bear the heat in a tight boxers or trousers. God punish wrappers
