As I lay on a sofa understanding Shakespeare one night in a remote West African country, I stumbled upon Polonius' assistance to his child Laertes: " Neither a borrower or a Lender be." And, as I lay cogitating about it's indicating, one of my distant cousins committed to a person because distant state - who was several years avove the age of me (and had been divorced), joined my room. With a wry grin she asked: " How come it that, you guys, if you need intercourse, you tend to behave like your dog on whose right back a brand new bone or chicken broth has been poured; and when you achieve climax, you often forget your partner who equally deserves exactly the same? In a minimal guttural growl she added: " Exactly why is it that, what is good for the goose shouldn't be similarly advantageous to the gander?"

One can see right now just what a starving dog does each time a bone or chicken broth is positioned on it's back. It becomes seriously restless- wanting to obtain hold of the bone or chicken broth from it's back. For a moment, I neglected her and relatively targeted about what I have been doing. I was then naive about sex - and however lacked a firm grasp on the principles of the overall game, moreover, I found her disturbance as an unwanted distraction. As she lay quietly considering the rose flowers on top of the keyboard in the family area, she murmured: " These flower flowers are as previous and as tired as the violin itself... "

I then believed she was about to change the topic, I suddenly turned interested in what she had to say and, placing out my book, I implored her to repeat what she had said previously. To my chagrin, she stepped from the room and condemned the door behind her. After she remaining, the "cognitive wiring" in my own mind began to send a rather higher "voltage" that converted my whole evening. And, instead of reconsidering Polonius' guidance to his daughter Laertes, I relatively discovered myself in a pensive temper - trying to determine what that my beautiful uncle had said. Afterall, this have been a young and pretty person who'd been married to a marabout (sometimes known as a Mallam in West African-american parlance). A marabout or Mallam is a Muslim person observed to be God-fearing and also thought to really have a excellent information about Islam. He was a classic person who was many years over the age of my cousin .

Certainly, they did not reveal such a thing in common. Had it been that she had been 'persuaded' to marry this previous person as is normally the event in some Muslim societies in Africa? Or had it been that she have been divorced (or did she divorce her husband) as a result of undeniable fact that her intercourse life was terrible? She did never inform me any such thing again. Being within my mid-teens, I was regarded too young (by African standards) to be permitted to learn " whether snakes do have ears" - an appearance often denoting some one wanting to spy in to the unknown unnecessarily Marabout Africain.

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