Looking at it from a neural point, I guess I can understand why some women would find him attractive.Forget the fact that he was my friend. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that Manny was a magnificent hunk of a guy. He was tall, dark-complexioned and with muscles in all the right places. His tummy was so flat that you could see all the flat planes and probably be able to write a love poem on it.He had a special way of barbing his hair and trimming his facial bears that would make a girl want to tweak his cheeks. I'm not particularly one of those babes that like guys with bears. Generally, I like guys who are usually clean-shaven. I love the abrasiveness of the cheeks and chin as I caress. Oh gosh, please don't get me started on what it does to my'.hummm'let's not get carried away here, okay'Some people claimed he died an ignoble death. But, hey, what is that'death na death'there's no good or bad death. The point is that you're gone'finish'I heard that Manny staggered home that fateful day, raving and ranting like a drunken idiot. He was full of noise and fury, but all signified nothing to his siblings. Before they knew it, he was burning up. They called a nurse, who quickly fixed him a drip. Manny had always been a strong guy. In fact, he was as strong as a horse. I bet that that was why nobody suspected or believed that the strange sickness would defeat him.He was in a troubled sleep, tossing and turning, muttering to himself, when his siblings quietly walked out of the room. Their mistake! Someone ought to have stayed back and watched him. But they didn't.We later heard that neighbours were attracted and rushed out of their homes, when they heard a commotion. They saw Manny, barely in his boxers, rolling and jerking on the hard, dusty ground right in front of their building. He was clutching his drip and muttering the name of a woman.He was rushed to a nearby hospital. When his siblings came to pay him a visit, he told them to tell his mother that a woman killed him. He died after uttering such strange words.Investigations by his family members revealed that the woman whose name he was muttering was known for selling Paraga (alcohol, mixed with herbal roots) on their street. Manny was in his early thirties, and the woman was clearly older than him.Everyone insisted that Manny's death was a strange one. His family members were the zealots in this belief. They went in search of what killed Manny in his prime. They came back, but wouldn't say or tell anyone their discovery. Everything was shrouded in secrecy.It was however only a matter of time before we got to know. Yes O! Magun of all things! Who would ever think of Magun'Further stories began to filter in. We heard that he and this Paraga woman had been banging each other like dogs in heat. Incidentally, the woman was supposed to be a happily married person. But she apparently didn't see anything wrong in taking Manny every time to her matrimonial home and bed, to grease her honey well.Manny was just like any other guy. They hardly shy or run away from free food, abi na awoof I go call such feminine delicacies' The bad thing about awoof be say, he dey run or tear belle!People gossiped and whispered that Manny had even bedded the woman more than the man who paid her bride price. How' Good question my dear friends. I also asked how' Abi the woman just wedded her husband'Nay! The truth was that, anytime the man left home for office, the jobless Manny would resume work, jumping like antelope on every corner of the huge bed. He knew all the G-spots on the woman's body. Some bad belle people even claimed that they used to hear the woman, crying, 'Give it to me hard! Give it to me hard! No, stop! Don't stop! Stop! Don't!'Manny would throw her legs to angle 90 and would start swimming'he would even go down on her. He would enter her, dog style, taking all the time in the world. He liked the way she used to scream whenever she was coming'he liked the way she used to clutch his head, dragging it further into her honey well as she rotated her hips and thrashed around in bed, on the rug'.Those her uncontrollably displays made him feel macho, virile.We no longer knew which of the story was true, or fabricated. The fact however remained that they were banging each other blind. It seemed everybody knew of the affair except Manny's family members and the woman's mugu of a husband.Once it was getting towards evening, the woman would take her Paraga wares to the junction where her make-shift shop was situated. It was there that her husband would to come and meet her after office hours, before heading home. Most times, he would wait for her, so that they could go home together. Ironically, Manny most times used to be at this junction, sitting at the bench placed close to the wares, pretending to be one of the customers.Perhaps the main attraction for Manny was the money the woman used to dole out to him. Just like she couldn't resist the weapon of mass destruction between Manny's thighs, so also she couldn't refuse him anything he asked or wanted from her. I've tried to look at things from the angle of the woman and Manny'and the only thing that comes to my mind is that Manny knows how to hammer, period! True, I have never taken a peep into his trousers, but I can bet my best G-string pant that he was largely endowed below there, if you know what I mean'apparently not just endowed, but he also knew how to use the instrument'a guy after my heart'hmmmm.Some men are just too busy working round the clock, making money, to realise that their wives are endangered an species where young, good looking studs are concerned. Why, even if the young wife tries to be holy, holy, you'll find these young, husky guys prowling round her like she is the best thing since slice bread.I wish all babes are like me'once a guy tells me he loves me, I always look for the catch. I mean, there has to be a catch somewhere if a guy tells an old, married lady like me that he likes me, loves me'I have to doubly check if he is unemployed.Anyway, no fear of that'any guy that is stupid enough to come after me, believing I have money, will probably die of hunger. Don't judge me by my cover, everything you see, is cosmetics, shakara. Hey, chill down'I know I'm digressing, but I'll get to the story soon'there's no need to bite my head off'ha! God, people are so impatient these days, why'Anyway, as I was saying'we heard that the woman's husband actually had a good job, yet the woman refused to stop selling Paraga. What could be the reason for this' Your guess is as good as mine!It was only a matter of time before busy body people told the husband that Manny was banging his wife. What could the man do' Confront and fight Manny' Beat his wife to a pulp' Break all her wares and force her to stay at home' He didn't do any of this.Rather he placed Magun on his wife and it killed Manny. End of a scintillating love affair!They said that Manny's family members went to different places to verify what killed him and all came back with the same result, Magun. They took time to check out the woman'shhhhhhhhhhhh (Yes, I hissed), I heard she was not even pretty. At least she was not worth dying for. She was even bleaching her skin! You won't believe this'the woman and her husband are still married! Did I remember to tell you guys that Manny was the only male child in a family of five children' Yeah, I know bro'saddening'I can feel you'There are many who do not believe in the power and existence of Magun; their mistake. It exists and its efficacy is very high. Husbands are using it every day on the wives that they suspect to be unfaithful.So, when next you start panting after and salivating over that married woman, remember there might be Magun on her. No! no! it's not only wives that it works on. I have heard stories where ordinary boyfriends placed Magun on their babes. Most times the wife, or girlfriend, were innocent. When it comes to jealousy, no man or woman is reasonable. Jealousy is a dangerous emotion. Don't be caught in its web.
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