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Okadaman and the boobs magic

Posted by By Juliana Francis - on 2006/06/21 | Views: 2489 |

Okadaman and the boobs magic

I wouldnít have believed that Okada riders derive some sort of perverse pleasure from ladies boobs pressed against their manly backs.

I wouldnít have believed that Okada riders derive some sort of perverse pleasure from ladies boobs pressed against their manly backs.
But I heard about it and I witnessed it myself. I was just at the Maza Maza bus stop. A stone throw from Mile 2, when I noticed a lady with a well-endowed milk factory. She was about to mount one of those commercial bikes we call Okada. You know, there are times when some female endowment never ceases to amaze me. That day was one of such days.

I swear that Baba God must have had extra-buckets of milk lying fallow on the day that babe was created. She had the Okada men gawking. She selected a bike rider and mounted as if she didnít know her giant boobs were about to cause a riot. It was the thumbs up other bike riders were furtively giving their colleague and the knowing winks that made me first realise that these men now see it as a sort of fringe benefit. And just as was expected, as soon as the babe mounted the bike, the space between her boobs and the back of the guy wasnít much anymore.

At any slightest gallop, you and I know what would happen.I have also been a recipient of Okada manís sly way of tapping current! In my sort of job, I honestly donít know what I would have done without Okada. I mounted one some days back. It was an Hausa rider. In as much as I tried to keep my tiny egg-size boobs far away from his encroaching back, the man always seemed to lean further on me. At a point, I placed my hand and bag in between his back. When I got down, he presented me with a poker face, while I glared heatedly at him. I was too embarrassed to say the least. I wanted to upbraid him but didnít even know how to start. Should I go, " Oga, why are you pressing your back against my breasts?"

Some of these Okadamen are always looking for someone to trade insults with. Believe me, you had been the loser! Hum, I wished I was blessed with big, fat buttocks. Oh yes, they like ogling fleshy female bakassi, but dread picking the owners of such backyard as passengers. The weight does terrible things to the tyres of their motorbikes. For politeness, some of them would tell sister fat ass that the area sheís heading was N100, instead of the normal N50. They are simply saying no to her. I was going for a story one day in the hot scorching sun when I saw an Okada rider having a heated quarrel with a fat lady. Her boobs appeared ready to jump out of her armpits, where some of the excess flesh had sought solace from the enslavement of her brassier.

I didnít know how the quarrel started but I was able to gather from the rider who was almost on the verge of breaking into tears that his tyres, which he pumped that very day, suddenly went flat after the lady mounted and they had ridden for only a few minutes. The lady of course refused to accept fault. I couldnít understand what the hell the man was making so much noise for. I mean, he knew what he was going in for when he picked her as a passenger. The silly man probably wanted to tap some current.

Listen sisters, if youíre in a motorbike and the rider happens to enter a pothole, donít take it for granted. The man may deliberately entered those potholes so that you would bounce on the bike and your boobs would jump up and down like craze, slamming against his happy and expectant back. And when they increase speed while you are on the bike, donít be fooled into thinking they are in a hurry to get you to your destination. Nay, he just wants to feel your boobs pressing hard against him as you clutch him tightly in fear of falling off because of the speed.

Donít get me wrong! Iím not saying that all Okada riders are into this nasty habit but a good number of them are simply lascivious. Living for the thrills of the moment. My thing is this: " If you canít touch it, why even bother to enjoy the feel of it?"
My dear, Okadamen are Ashawo! Visit any Okada park and see if the discussion does not revolve around a woman and her vital statistics. Moreover, they have become the king in the slums. They get every day paid and think theyíve arrived. Once he gets a motorbike he can rides, babes will come crawling all over him like fleas over a dog. But shoes have size. Just as babes get quality.

Men and babes also have categories. I once believed that babes in fact do have categories until I saw two clean babes, kai! Fighting over an Okada rider in Bariga. Okadamen have toasted me several times. Some of them would stupidly wave off their fare. Forgetting that they still have to deliver their daily money to the owner. I remember the day one tracked me down to my place of work. It was more galling because he happened to be dating someone who respected me very much. His elder brother just bought him the sparkling bike and the fool thought Juliana Francis was the first babe he should impress. He told me all the sort of things he could buy me if only I could accept to go out with him that day. Shit! Talk of one nightstand! He promised me things that even if he sold the bike, he still wouldnít have been able to afford.

One of those pretty ladies that came to The Sun for their industrial attachment just told me now that she had discovered after careful investigation that Okada riders shy away from picking male passengers. Some of them will tell you that ladies pay more because they donít work for the money. Itís a lie! They just want to feel those boobs bouncing and heaving at every plunge as they speed away.
I heard, but lord knows, have not yet seen. I heard that some of them have been known, to have swayed some babes with the power of their sugar coated tongues and laid the babes that same day. Ha! I was told they gauge the receptiveness of babes to their advances by the amount of their back pressure against her boobs. Once she doesnít complain, they know sheís theirs for the asking.

I heard that thereíre babes, who simply get wet once their mango touches a manly back. I think they are sick! I try not to judge people but in this instance, I think such ladies badly need to see a psychologist. If not, she might do it with a mad man before she knows it. I canít pretend to understand such ladies. I am one of those ladies who simply get repulsed if a strange or uninvited man touches my boobs.
Just as they get susceptible ladies, so also they get men. Yeah, men, are you surprised? Please donít be! This is Niaja! One day, a handsome guy mounted a motorbike. He was a dish. With all the muscles in their rightful places. You didnít need a soothsayer to tell you that an ounce of fat on him would be a criminal offence. He obviously had been killing himself in a gym.

As soon as he got behind, the also muscular and good-looking bike rider engaged him in a chatty conversation. As they entered potholes and gallops, the passengerís manhood took on a life of itís own. He tried to control the slithering serpent, all to no avail. The stubborn snake just kept raising its head until it was biting the back of the Okada rider. The rider smiled with satisfaction. When he didnít complain about the hardness trying to bore hole into his jean-clad buttocks, the passenger knew he had found someone of like mind with him. Homosexuals! The rider didnít get to the destination of his passenger before he asked the man if he would like to stop at his place for a chilly bottle of beer. He naturally said yes.

Why, he was dying to ask the same question. They got to the riderís home and tore into each other like there was no tomorrow. After the imperial act, they went their separate ways without some much as, " let me have your phone number" Wow! The first time I heard this story, I was stunned. If you doubt it, you probably donít live in our world. In this world anything is possible. Was it not in Nigeria that something wonderful happened? I was not born back then but a sage in my village told me the story. He said once in the western part of Nigeria, a child was born without a head. Our scientists did all they could to keep the child alive and finally succeeded in providing him with an artificial coconut head.

He later became the president of Nigeria. I believed it. In Naija, any thing is possible.
In a nutshell, donít be hoodwinked by those Okada riders as they enter potholes. You now know what they want or what they are trying to do. If any of them tries such nonsense, better warn the fool fast but please donít slap him, he might give you a return match! Some do not know the difference between a man and woman. But of course, if you like that manly back pressing hard against your boobs, best of luck to you. I know that some of you babes hate my guts today for exposing your secrets delights. Too bad! As for Mr. Okada rider, better stash a lady in your house for emergency roll in the hay or get married. If you are married and still salivate over current taping from female passengers boobs, you need to have your head examined.

I have another solution for you though. If the hunger for boobs hits you, try to rush home as soon as possible. Quickly call mama peter into the room and grab her boobs as if your life depends on it! Suckle for all youíre worth. Start with the left boob then proceed to the right. Do it for 30 minutes. Yeah, 30 minutes of boobs suckling while nicely missing a lot of passengers as business hours roll by. As you suckle remember to be shouting, " God, let this dangerous lust for boobs pass away from me. But not as I will, but as you will!" shout it 30 times. 15 for each breast. It has never failed to work. Now remember, for it to work effectively, you mustnít under any condition make love with the recipient of your tongue.

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Abieyuwa(Edo, Nigeria)says...

Otasowie means evening life is better than morning life. There is an error in your ‚Äúevening life is better than evening life‚ÄĚ?

Naija g(Houston, Minnesota, US)says...

Sokari doesn’t mean joy. Joy is Biobela. Go to the village and ask the meaning of the name.

Fay(Katy, Texas, US)says...

Actually translates to bravehearted.