THE NAMIBIA VACATION

Many years ago while I was working on my project topic "THE WARMNESS OF THE AFRICAN PEOPLE" I discovered it required me to travel to African countries so as to interview them, and also take live pictures of them too. I told my parents about it and they were ready to sponsor me to four African countries.

Out of this four African countries, I visited one tribe that shocked me to my bones.

I arrived in Namibia; northern Namibia to be precised, where I met with the people of Ovahimba and Ovazimba tribes in the Kunene and Omusati regions.

I was a stranger who didn't know my left from right. I didn't even know how I wandered until I got into this rural area where I discovered women who didn't wear brazier.

My first encounter was when I had stopped at a well, to ask for a drink. The woman who was drawing water out of the well, had red dreadlocks on her head. When she lifted her head to look at me, the first thing I sighted was her exposed breast. I immediately covered my eyes and turned my face in the other direction. She bursted in a wild laughter and pointing at me as she laughed.

"Please I just need a drink. I am thirsty."

"You look like a stranger. Are you a virgin stranger? You don't see a woman breast before?"

"I have. I mean I have, but not in my city; it's not as free as this. In my city, everyone wears cloths to cover their breast. So we don't see breast like this anyhow."

She glanced at me, dropped her bucket and walked to me. She lifted my head but my eyes where still closed.

"Open your eyes."

"You say?"

"Open your eyes, stranger. You are welcome to our community. Here, women are not shy to expose their breast, and men are not shy to look upon a woman breast; they don't even care to look at them. But I saw the way you looked at mine. I want you to look at them again. I want to feel like a woman."

My heart beat raced like a Tiger chasing a Buffalo. I couldn't imagine in my wildest dream that I will ever step into a country where a woman will beg me to look at her breast. I mean, breast that our Nigerian girls will package and close everywhere with anointing oil and cloth.

I pinched my self seven times just to make sure I was not dreaming, before opening my eyes. I opened my eyes and behold, there is was. Her breast. Succulent. Fresh. Looking very bombolicious. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"You love them?"

"Yes." I nodded my head like a lizard.

She turned and walked to the well and gave me water to drink. It was there I told her how I had wandered into their community, and the reason I had visited Namibia. I introduced myself and she introduced herself as Juanita Nkolo.

"You can come stay in my house. My father and mother will be willing to meet with you."

I nodded my head and followed her. I was willing to see more ladies like her who exposed breast for free. While we walked deep into the village, I saw women with different kind of breast. Big, fat, slim, and long. I saw the type that looked like eggs, the type that looked like watermelons, and the type that looked like a deflated balloon.

While we ventured deeper into the village, I noticed all the women where looking at me. Juanita had noticed it too. She kept glancing at me whenever she caught a woman gazing at me.

"They like you; all of them. See how they look at you. You are very handsome young man. Do you have handsome men like you in Nigeria?"

"No. Never. God forbid. I am the only handsome young man in my country."

"Woww… here we have handsome young men too. But seeing you, I have realised that they are not really handsome as we think."

I smiled. I used my bag to cover my erection that had now caused my manhood to curve towards the left like a snake coiled in a hole.

We got to her house and she walked to her father and whispered something into his ears. The father smiled. He stood up and welcomed me. He called on his wife to come see the guest that had come to his house.

The wife, a woman in her late thirties, ran out braless, with her breast jiggling from side to side. I turned my face away and they husband laughed.

"He is not used to seeing things like this?" Juanita explained amidst laughter.

That day, they all gave me a warm reception. All of Juanita's siblings,; all girls, gathered round me robbing my head and back with their hands and breast. I had the longest erection I have ever had in my life; an erection that lasted for 8hours straight.

That evening the husband walked into my room with his wife.

"Praises, this is my wife. She will keep you company tonight. Don't be afraid to touch her, please. It is our custom. When a visitor visits us, we ensure to give him the Okujepisa and Omukazendu treatment. And if he refuses it, it hurts our emotions. It shows that the visitor doesn't like us.

"How do you mean, sir?"

"Praises, no matter how a man hides the erection of his penis in his trousers, we would always know. I have only one request. Satisfy her tonight. I want you to make her scream in ecstasy. Let her moan blow the roof of this house. Let the neighbours know that a strong stranger, gifted in the other side, had laid his bed in our house. And by tomorrow morning, we shall gather to see how you are doing. If you choose to stay longer, you shall have the remaining of my daughters, one after another for every night you sleep here, until you are ready to go. For now, my wife is the most experienced when it comes to matters of the man below. She will give you the best."

My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.

Praises Chidera Obiora