THE VIRGIN BOY DIARY NINE

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As a boy of that age, love wasn't the epic of things on my preference list. I have always seen ladies as kind of a bad influence. My reason be that they always get things for free or at least at ease. This I know through my quest for anything in the house, my mom would start telling me to get things done by myself because that would prove my manhood purpose in life. I just don't get it. Are mine met to work for everything at this early age?. This I asked myself as I looked angrily at our kitchen broken mirror .

Having this consciousness has impend my contact to the female world. I never saw the need to chase them in the act of flirting because I never saw the need to. What would be my gain, are mine going to keep her in a doll house and make her a castle palace of her dreams?. I just can't fathom why my older brothers keep acting strange whenever they were in the midst of ladies.....I mean babies ladies.....Gush!...they are myopic .

Beside my home, i would sit down and starts making lines for those soldier ants from the tiny bush that lies horizontal to our compound . Since I m not fund of the ladies around, I intend making my own fun; giving orders to the silent, creative and resourceful yellows, gallant soldier ants. Day by day, I applaud them. I always make sure they stink to a straight line. If they be too stubborn to follow my commands, I would put my hands straight into their midst without fear because I somehow believed that they wouldn't dared to hurt me because I kind of feel that I m one of them.

I have been a good soldier so I thought. Giving commands to my comrades is kind of great and pleasurable until One fateful day after school, in the evening to be precise, i went on duty as usual at my discreet spot. The ants were a little bit disorganised so I took out my tiny little commandeering finger to puncture some orderliness into their fatty skulls but something happened. I was bitten. My finger got the strike and hotness that went straight into my top right head cerebrum . My heart beat stopped at a second. How could they treat their friend like this....is this the way I m going to get paid for all my diligent and handwork. As I was going through this torment, I head straight into our kitchen, took out a bucket of water and pour it out all on these ingrate . It serves them right....this I muttered ..as I gait unsteadily to my father's bedroom.