I was spurred to write about this topic
when I could no longer bear in silence the
sacrilege being perpetrated by some ladies
who wantonly display their bare buttocks
and even their V-regions especially at night
events all in the name of being fashionable. Nowadays, ladies frequently
assault our sights with hardly-concealed
pudenda that come in different packaging
– some bald, some hairy, others so bushy
and unkempt, that anger instead of lust is
aroused in even the most rapid-response men.
Imagine, a woman’s sacred region all
exposed for public view. I presume those
who are fond of going to night parties
rather ‘pant-less’ ( that is without wearing
pantied underneath their trousers or skirts) have a mind that “it is night after
all, so no one would notice”. How I wish
they know how far and wide their pictures
have traveled over the internet and
particularly on the social media and the
kind of volcanic eruption of tongue-lashing they evoked from whosoever sets eyes on
those semi-porn images.
When I was working with a media outfit
situated in Lagos Island, there was this
funky photojournalist who worked with us.
Segun was well known for his penchant for taking “Bleep-up” shots of ladies carelessly
displaying their privates at public events. In
fact he had an archive of such pictures. You
wouldn’t believe the caliber of women that
have been caught in such degrading
‘pantless’ show of shame. This obnoxious dressing is so rampart nowadays you
wonder if some of our ladies are practicing
being a stripper.
I noticed that this attitude is more
common with ladies who frequently wear
tight-fitted gowns, leggings, skirt, and the likes. They claim the reason for leaving
their bedroom without wearing panties
was because they simply don’t want pant
lines spoiling their sexy dresses. Going
commando is the word they use for it.
Those on leggings and other forms of trousers are pardonable but those on skirts
and gowns need to go for rehab. Haba!
That’s the beginning of madness, abi no bi
so?
Some of them carelessly, spread their legs
apart, sitting down yakata forgetting that there are people seated opposite them.
Hmm, I even heard that it is more rampant
in these Yuppy yuppie churches, where
damsel-in-distress desperadoes seek to
lead astray their cute unmarried pastors.
Even the married men of God too are not safe. They ‘dress to kill’, these ‘pantless’
girls; they position themselves at the front
rows with their legs open at maximum
right angle, and once their Delilah face
make eye-to-eye contact with the pastor,
they draw his attention down to the “p***y pie” exposed for his benefit. Thank God
that in some heavenly-minded churches,
women are no longer allowed to sit in the
front rows. Call it discrimination if you like.
You can’t blame the pastors - cautiousness
is not cowardice. Even the blood of Jesus has not freed the sons of men from the
seductive power of the daughters of Eve.
The other day I was in a public transport
and a lady came in and sat in the front
seat, she bent over to pick her phone which
had dropped to the floor of the bus. Osanobua! The whole of her bulbous
bumbum was in public view, and when she
straightened, her roomy jeans offered a
brief view of her frontal treasure down the
V-angle. She wore no panties! As if that
wasn’t ugly enough, behold, another female passenger seated right before me,
had only one tiny red rope circled around
her waist. She was actually putting on a
low-waist trouser, and was so carefree
about exposing her buttocks you wonder if
she was a subject of an X-rated Bleep porn movies. All the male eyes behind
them had a field day feasting on their
backsides. The bus conductors who should
be going up and down to collect fares from
passengers became rooted to one spot for
many minutes, momentarily forgetting to do his duty. The man sitting beside me
murmured: “ Na waah… women pant don
finish for market?”
His comment reminded me of those good
old days, when men were frustrated in
their attempt to see lady’s cleavage. Then, a woman would ensure she dressed up in
clothes that cover up every vital part of her
body. Nowadays, the woman body is free-
for-all on the street. Our young women
have embraced a shameful culture - they
don’t wear pants anymore; those who do only tie ropes around their waist.
It used to be an abomination to see the
colour of a woman’s panties, not to
mention a glimpe of her buttocks. Those
days, clothes were sewn with enough
material. Nowadays, you will see a lady dressed in a piece of cloth that could hardly
serve as a scarf. The most annoying part is
that you would still see the same girl
battling to draw her skirt up at same time,
struggling to pull these scanty clothes they
call tops to cover her boobs, her hips, or her belly button. They act as if they were forced
to put on such scanty dresses or perhaps
they didn’t know it was not their size when
wearing it before they left their home.
Most times, they wanted to look sexy, but
they ended up sloppy. Sadly enough, they tell you it is what is in
vogue. I don’t know where it is going to
lead us - walking on the street with half of
our arses hanging out in plain view,
wearing trousers and pants without
panties underneath thereby giving room for people to peep inside our holy of all
holy places. It is un-African. And if it
sophistication, then we copied the wrong
fashion sense from the Western culture.
Most girls’ behind have become ‘free view’ for men on the street. This thong, G-strings, frilly briefs and no-panties nonesense is
becoming irritating. Dear Readers, how do
we advice these aspiring strippers to stop
polluting our morals?

Hmmm na wa o