Choking the Apostle.

Writers notice.

The following piece seeks to unpack some of the long terms effects of early childhood addiction to porn and masturbation. To drive home this point, it uses metaphors some of which may be easily discernible and some not. One must therefore keep an open mind of the issues the author is dealing with and the awareness he intends to raise in a bid to promote early healthy activities for youths. The language used should not in way be construed to depict women as sexual objects and in any way this should be understood to be a short story told for social purposes. The story contains some graphic details and as such the author requests caution and for those uncomfortable with such, this is the part where the they should stop reading any further! Thank you and have an enjoyable read.

 

Choking the apostle by Lincoln Majogo

 

The boy’s friend said he had found it, he said. Young Tinashe, aged 8, a freshman in the business had a strong appetite for porn at a very early age. It took him less than a minute to fixate his eyes on his friend's phone. That’s when it all began. Tinashe was less confident as a boy in the hood, shy and always preferring solitary company of his own. Girls from the hood liked him but Tinashe always scared like a dog in the cold ignored all the signs of advances at every opportunity possible. Having an abusive family, he spent more time at school thinking of how he would escape these woes than he did thinking of his books. His friend Brandon who had a phone kept large files of porn and after school these two would find a hideout in the local bushy places and watch porn together.

 The appetite kept growing until Tinashe was in high school, the first time when he made a very crucial and important discovery about his private parts. The discovery was masturbation and the sensual pleasure it brought to his life. With little confidence to approach girls arising out of low self esteem and an inferiority complex, this hybrid weapon was a double edged sword, cutting through his bitterness of rejection and the desires to have the girl of his dreams at the same time. With time, Tinashe realized he had a large memory space in his head, so all he needed to do was save a picture of her inside his Random Access Memory(RAM) right on the forehead. Easily retrievable right! Sometimes he would save a couple of these to allow him perfect selection as well as multiple rounds of choking the apostle. Being at a boarding school meant he slept with other guys inside the cubic room that accommodated for students on single beds but this as his least concern!

 It was all about playing a perfect disguise and allowing his roommates to sleep and then switch on the surveillance cameras inside his ears and eyes to detect any slight changes in advance to allow troops to withdraw timeously. Once the surveillance cameras reported back the time was safe, he let off his troops, retrieved the saved images, quickly made a selection and then decide which one to use. One hand grabbed the steel iron bars of the bunk bed, whilst the other rubbed softly against the apostle with his eyes on the watch for any slight moves from his colleagues.

The rest of the process involved ejecting a fiery flurry of warm and white residue, a smile of relief and a good heavenly sleep. The practice went on for years until he lost the edge to go after girls. Why did he need to if he could still have them anyway? Inside his head of-course! Tinashe left the school and went for university, the practice still ongoing! On average he approximately had made love to 500+ girls this entire period, almost double the number of King Solomon’s wives, all at 17 years of age. This type accomplishment he kept to himself.

Tinashe was also beginning to feel a waning degree of pleasure from his activities as well as slight dysfunction in his apostle's CPU. He started feeling this at U.Z after 12+ years of intensive and distinguished service in the field. Whilst attending one church service in the morning, a guy gave a testimony of how he had finally broken from the fangs of masturbation after more than 20 years of service and how difficult the path had been to break off the white curse. Tinashe, whilst admiring the guy thought his years of service were fewer and hence breaking off was easier than his. Plus he had no plans of divorcing this service any time soon, instead he privately planned to retire nicely and smoothly to silently enjoy his pension in the form of memories.

 As time went on, the apostle began showing signs of being weary and insubordination from time to time. It took much longer to stand up tall and salute the master, and took much longer to eject the white liquid than it had done when the mission started. The master Tinashe felt pissed off and logged onto the hub in a desperate attempt to rejuvenate his troops. But alas, the troops called it a day and mutinied.  

When Tinashe got married at 29, his troops were no longer eager to fight his wars. His wife, being a great woman of values did not put much thought into this but as time went on it became increasingly clear that she was always left without satisfaction. This coupled with a great need to flex her own fresh and new troops meant problems for the couple. Being a rarely serviced bride, this area required more intensive activity for her. She had looked up to this marriage to unlock the doors to her legs, ones she had staggeringly kept crossed the bulk of her adult life. If it went on like this, she knew a guy who was rumored to be an expert in the game. He was said to be a full game player something she rarely enjoyed from Tinashe who in most cases fell off just 5 minutes into the game, with floods of snoring following after.

The ghosts of the past had come back to haunt Tinashe and this time, they were not taking a ‘lose’ for an answer. Facing an acrimonious divorce over the issue as well as other marital issues, he took a moment to reflect on his years of service. Had he known the once brave soldiers of his battalions would wear out if they were overworked, a little restraint might have been applied. But he knew this wasn’t the issue. He knew this path once taken had a dead end back. It was addictive and sweet! And yet, it had effects with long terms ramifications, ones that made a formidable opponent against his marriage and its ‘essentalia’ of sexual intercourse. But all these were thoughts since the act had been done and could not be undone!