The Collector's diary

As I said before, it appeared that students from other university institutions came to Soa for the varsity games with a lot of insatiable libido - each of them ready to make new friends and make love with them.

And their Soa and Yaounde I counterparts were ready for them. The comingling was so vigorous that it can only be of World Cup class.

It was not only among the athletes and other students and game officials. I saw Ministers and Directors in the evenings cruising around with their voluminously intimidating cars, with their ‘small things’, and then zooming to town to eat the sweet things of the flesh.

Some of them spotted those tight-fitting suits that are en vogue – so tight-fitting that it compelled them to changed their walk - making them to swagger in line with the music that was blasted by PAS speakers as if they were trying to out-do each other.

In all, I think that, if one were to collect culture and inseminate the fluids that were released every night for the seven days that the games lasted, he would be able to create another Cameroon.

Some of the athletes were more athletic in the bed sport than on the pitch.
I recognised many young people that I know in my town but none of them cared. All they were thinking of was to catch the fun.

The lopsided aspect about such things is that it has an effect on the male folk; it might only be some skin and sexually transmitted diseases that they would contract. It is the female counterparts that bear the impact. Most of them might get pregnant and have broken hearts or broken dreams.

Our driver, whom I refer to as The Pilot, apparently was having a swell time. I saw him taking friends of his new girlfriend into his theatre every now and then. When I asked him what his magic was, he retorted: “You mean you don’t know? Women like it big. Since I am blessed with a bazooka, they come for it.”
I asked him how they got to know.

“You know, they discuss among themselves and my girlfriend might have told them that I have it. So, they come to make a personal and individual appraisal. Hahahahaha ...” he laughed it off

As for me, I was surprisingly very faithful to my new found love. May be she was too jealous to discuss me with her own friends.

We went out together almost every other evening and returned to our love nest after we had had much of the outdoor fun. Every night, she virtually begged me to make her cry several times until we left Yaounde.

She also returned to her varsity and has become a permanent feature on my daily agendas. She calls me at least twice a day. Sometimes she refers to me as her baby.

Well, I have not complained, if she thinks that I am as precious to her as a baby. After all, she made me suck her breasts as if I was a baby.
The Collector