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This is the initial
report which a lot of people had been calling that they did not see or read
about the twin allegations on why I was calling for Hon. Godfrey Gaiya to
please honourably resign or be made to step aside from the Sports Committee.
I also wish to state
here that like an adult he has an unalloyed right to watch whatever he chooses
to watch. This right is respected and cannot be denied him. My point is, that
public funds was meant to be used to pay for it and why he allowed his privacy
to be indecently exposed. It’s at that point the privacy becomes a public
matter.
Those who read the
initial report had expected me to name names. No. one of the parties, the
innocent one and possible victim, would have been stigmatized and traumatised making
it a double pain having escaped an alleged or attempted rape and then, public
odium.
The
Report:
While the nation could not win medals in the London Olympics, it
is sad that in the Nigerian camp there was so many sordid things that happened
in the background which as usual takes only days after before the details will
always filter out thinly at first and later with authority.
There is a friend of ‘ours’ in the nation’s sports industry. A
very loudmouth. He speaks on the honourable and dishonourable things in the
industry. He suddenly became a point of focus and locus. For those of us who
grew in sports, we see him as one who stumbled into sports because there is no
record of his young years in sports.
Our friend was in the centre of the NFF crisis as a major
player. He was involved in the Maputo crisis. He was also in the Moroccan
‘fake’ journalist saga. He is too known to be ignored.
He has a scandalous record of taking alcohol in the oddest
hours. His most usual rendezvous is a popular hotel in the Area 11 part of
Abuja with a French name. He is also easily found in a garden in the Gudu area.
Our friend loves heavily sized daughters of Eve. There is no
championship or friendly of the national football teams he doesn’t attend.
Infact, where he works (as a law breaker) he is the envy of so many people who
he works with because he is fond of not carrying them along.
In London, he accumulated so much money in his hotel room
watching xxx-rated (oceanic coloured) films. On one of the occasions a
particular lady, beautiful, bold, big, brilliant was to deliver an official
task. She got in and tripped our friend's libido. She was lucky to have escaped ‘forcible
carnal knowledge of the cave where apples are hidden".
The matter went wild. He eventually sent out an SMS to
apologise. I swear by Sango, Amadioha, Obalala, God, she would have been ‘Fryed’
like the Fulani man’s ‘kaya’ (in Hausa, load or in a Reggae man's world, hemp).
Anyhow, like the Yorubas say, “gbogbo gule-gule re yo ro” (all his gra-gra go
soft now).
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