As I lay on a sofa learning Shakespeare one morning in a remote West African-american place, I stumbled upon Polonius' advice to his child Laertes: " Neither a borrower nor a Lender be." And, as I sat cogitating about it's meaning, certainly one of my distant relatives married to a person for the reason that distant state - who had been many years avove the age of me (and had been divorced), entered my room. With a wry grin she asked: " Why is it that, you guys, when you require intercourse, you often act like your dog on whose straight back a new bone or chicken broth has been poured; and when you obtain orgasm, you often forget your spouse who similarly justifies the same? In a minimal guttural growl she included: " Exactly why is it that, what is good for the goose shouldn't be similarly great for the gander?"

One can imagine exactly what a eager dog does when a bone or chicken broth is placed on it's back. It becomes significantly restless- seeking to obtain hold of the bone or chicken broth from it's back. For an instant, I forgotten her and instead targeted about what I had been doing. I was then trusting about sex - and however lacked a company hold on the principles of the game, moreover, I found her disturbance as a pointless distraction. As she sat silently looking at the flower flowers on the top of guitar in the living room, she murmured: " These flower flowers are as old and as tired as the piano itself... "

I then sensed she was about to alter the subject, I abruptly turned interested in what she had to express and, putting away my book, I implored her to replicate what she had claimed previously. To my chagrin, she stepped from the room and slammed the door behind her. Following she remaining, the "cognitive wiring" in my head started to transfer a fairly larger "voltage" that changed my entire evening. And, in place of reconsidering Polonius' assistance to his boy Laertes, I relatively found myself in a pensive mood - seeking to find out what this my wonderful nephew had said. Afterall, this had been a and fairly girl who had been married to a marabout (sometimes called a Mallam in West African parlance). A marabout or Mallam is just a Muslim man perceived to be God-fearing and also thought to truly have a great understanding of Islam. He was a classic person who was many years over the age of my cousin Marabout Africain.

Certainly, they didn't share anything in common. Had it been that she have been 'persuaded' to marry that previous man as is generally the situation in some Muslim societies in Africa? Or had it been that she have been divorced (or did she divorce her husband) due to the fact that her sex living was terrible? She did never inform me anything again. Being in my mid-teens, I was considered also small (by African-american standards) to be allowed to learn " whether snakes do have ears" - an phrase generally denoting somebody wanting to spy in to the not known unnecessarily .

I was in a dilemma. I couldn't have requested her about the state of her union, however in my small mind, I assumed "sex" was to blame. What I had no any doubt about was the fact, my cousin's husband - that marabout - was as boring and unromantic as a Church mouse!