No Condom, No Sex

My brother and I had just gotten admission, I was to study Mass Communication and he was to study Engineering. On the day we were to leave the house my mum called us, “Beware of Girls” she told me, and she turned to my brother “You have to Endure”.

            We didn’t understand the meaning of the advice until my 3rd year in the university, when I have lost count of how many girls I have called my girlfriend; those that broke my heart and those I crushed theirs. Am not even sure the one currently with me will last the next few days.

            On the other hand, my brother was beginning to understand the advice; his once nice carved hair which was now bald was an evidence of his endurance. His rumpled clothes and unkempt room which he always left for an early morning class were signs that he was enduring.

            He had become a nerd, always buried in books; he now substituted parties for night class. Girls I see as ugly, are the ones he sees as beautiful, those I try to manage their little beauty became his Angels. The environment had taken effect on him just like it did on me.

            Before now, all I could do was having secret crush on girls without having the courage to say Hi, but now I can not only make them blush, I can also make them wet.

            CD’s to me back then in high school meant Compact Disk, but now I can tell the quality, color and size of any kind of ‘Johnnies’, Durex would be better than Gold Circle if you were going for the cheap ones.

            I was proud that I enjoyed school, but am not sure that school enjoyed me, my brother was proud that school enjoyed him, but he wasn’t sure he enjoyed school.

            Whichever way, we all enjoyed. The question of who enjoyed better depends on the way you see enjoyment. School and knowledge are like Condom and sex; no condom, no sex, for those who seek protection.

Augustus Bill

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