Charly Boy
has written a new post and we thought to share with our readers. He
addresses a lot of controversies surrounding himself over the years and
lets people in a little more on who he truly is.. read below!
Some say that I am gay; some have called me a fag, crazily some think am a transvestite. Some will swear I’m bisexual, hummmmmm.
My Sexuality has always been a subject of great scrutiny and
misconception ever since I can remember, and I have had a ball if I say
so myself. Na today? E don tey!
My parents saw Pepper. When I was barely 10yrs old, my baby nurse was
caught tampering with me sexually, Chineke! A practice that pleasured
me even though I didn’t know what the heck to do, when we were caught by
my mother needless to say how levied she was. My God! Come and see!
She beat the living hell out of my baby nurse, didn’t even know my mum
knew karate and judo then. No be small thing.
By the time I turned 12, I was disvirgined by a local whore who
dashed me my first STD, the discomfort I experienced was very scary, it
was as if my kini was on fire. Kai! I confided in my Mama, who took
it upon herself to further frighten and scare the living day light out
of me, telling me how sex is so bad and dangerous. Did that frighten me
after I was cured? For where? From there on, girls were getting
pregnant around me like they were all catching cold. The more I was
beaten up by my father and scared shitless by my mother for my
waywardness the more stories of pregnant girls all over the bloody place
grew, it was amazing though it wasn’t funny.
Meanwhile in secondary school, my mates were busy being good
children, reading their books; I was busy fornicating all over the place
getting girls pregnant. It was incredible when I come to think about it
now. Yesoooo I was catching my fun with reckless abandon while my
parents prayed for my deliverance because chaiii, I spoil from belle, no
be today. By the time I was 16yrs old I had my first baby, of course
not to be seen as a cursed child I denied any knowledge of ever knowing
the woman at the time, who usually were all older than me, some by
10yrs. All I could chorus at that time was that famous tune by Shaggy,
No, “It Wasn’t Me”. By the time I turned 19, my mother in her wisdom
talked me into getting married early. I went along with the programme,
for me I saw it all as legally having a free supply of p….sy, endless
sex, which one be my own. That marriage failed before it kicked off, I
was just too young and immature to understand what I was getting myself
into, that’s how I ended up marrying 3times, experimenting with
different women before meeting my present anointed wife, lady Diane.
It has not been all that bad because I can now see how wanting to be
severely me has brought me miles ahead of my peers and age mates.
Now I smell like someone who was always ahead of his game. My first
son is about 46yrs old now, an associate professor at MIT in Boston
Mass. USA. Then it was taboo for a young man of 16 to be making babies,
right now my people, it’s a blessing, and I thank God daily. I have nine
kids and 14 grandchildren, I have had my fill God knows, but the
hardest thing was the discipline I had to employ when I built the larger
than life Image that is CharlyBoy.
There were girls everywhere, crawling from between the cracks in the
walls, young girls, not so young, old and not too old, married women,
red Indians, white, black, green. There were more women around me, God! I
don’t even know how I coped, thanks for all that I have learnt as a
Buddhist. The art of conquering one’s body, controlling my desires and
not allowing it to gain dominion over me. At first it was difficult, but
the more I chased the truth in the line of clean living I started to
develop a more beautiful soul. It was only discipline , courage, wisdom
and the blood of Lady Diane that helped me survive attacks from all them
women, the harder they came the harder they fell. I chased the chasers.
No be small tin.
The controversial stunt and hype of being gay, was my unorthodox way
of beating off most of the women hanging around me, it was becoming
ridiculous. As the hype gained momentum most of the women left me to
myself, feeling that my sexual preference was different. The fact that I
was able to act with restrain made me powerful, can’t really explain
it, but I felt godlike and I knew I had come of age.
As I matured through the journey I started to feel more in control of
my erection and emotions. But no thanks to the gay thing, I have
always been as straight as a pencil and even if I was, why would I ever
hide it, I send anybody? Me, Charlyboy, 007, license to do anyhow. Long
story short, it discouraged a lot of women from hanging around, since I
couldn’t beat them off. Oh! I played my part very well as Charlyboy. The
gen gen tins abi? I’m really good at it, believe me.
Just in case I’m losing you, or have managed to confuse you. Please
get your mind out from the gutters I’m talking about discipline here,
not indiscriminate sex. I’m talking about the need for grownups to live a
more disciplined life, having more respect for your Kini and your body.
I may have been a bomb as a teenager, but my brother now I know better
how to honour and respect my body. Gbam!
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