Showing posts with label Yoruba. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yoruba. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

She is Black and Beautiful



I never heard of her until I came to Lagos last August and saw her photographs in the new Supple magazine and I was impressed. But when she came to say hello to the Publisher and Managing Editor, I did not pay attention to her, because I was very busy. Then when she came around again, I had time to talk to her.

Christabel is tall, dark and lovely and a beauty queen in Lagos. She understands English, French and Yoruba and some Igbo and Hausa.
She has been the only female I welcome to sit and chat with me in the office and seeing her on the cover of Allure magazine of The Vanguard newspaper in Nigeria was cool as she came yesterday looking like she just stepped out of the cover of Vogue, in long wavy black har and tight fitting black skirt. She interrupted my work, but I did not mind.
I gave her my popular love book before she left and I am looking forward to seeing her again.
Christabel is an epitome of beauty with dignity.


Thursday, August 14, 2008

Big, Beautiful and Inspiring


Queen Latifah

Big, beautiful and inspiring

This is based on my past experience, so readers should not jump to conclusions.

If I am given a choice of a thin woman, a slim woman and a buxom woman (like Queen Latifah) I will choose the buxom woman.
Call her fat, but I prefer to call her big.
I find big and beautiful women more anatomically inspiring.
How?
Have you seen a big woman and a slim woman before an artist, and the artist can tell you that the contours and colors of the big woman have more depth than the slim woman.
A woman with more depth is more inspiring.

Have you been to a Nigerian Owambe party and you see these big beautiful Nigerian women in the traditional Yorùbá dress of Buba and Iro and shoes?
Have you seen the way heads turn to look at them?
Have you seen them dancing?
Gyrating and swaying their waist?
Gosh!
They are awesome.
And they know that they are ultra-sexy and sexier than the slim ones.

When dancing with the big woman, you can rest your hands on her booty and your hands will not slip away.
But when dancing with the slim woman, you have to hold her waist, because her booty is not large enough to rest your hands and appreciate the physical geography of the round buttocks.

Have you seen a big woman in a towel?
Wow!
I loved to see the one I spent 11 days and 11 nights with in Lagos in the 1990s.
I loved to see her in her towel going to the bathroom.
Then see her in her hot jeans shorts like the one the Jamaican X-rated singer Patra (Dorothy Smith) made popular in the early 1990s.

Next, see her in her night gown and you would be in Cloud 9 and finally watch her lying naked in bed and when you commence making love to her, you can keep going deeper and deeper for as long as you wish.
She has more depth, like a gold mine.
The rest is history.
Have you read the Song of Solomon?
The woman who inspired King Solomon to compose those explicit romantic words was a big beautiful woman and not a slim woman.

Even slim women develop goose pimples when this special breed of big women get close to their guys.

Ask the men who have seen the difference and they will confirm what I am saying.