It's my teacher who once told me never to disorganize nature because when you do and fail to get out of its way, nature will one time revert to you in a revengeful manner and deal you a blow you may live to remember. Fine, that was a lesson well taken including the full ramification of its implications.

For those of you readers who might wish to have a better understanding of that lesson, I will indulge you. In line with the lesson, what comes close to mind is tampering with the environment by way of cutting down forest cover or even denuding hillsides of a natural vegetation cover.

In the former instance, you expose the surroundings with a reduction in rainfall and an onset of dry spells while in the latter, when it rains, the land will suffer the ravages of  water run-offs which will, with time, produce gulleys and denude the area of the rich top soil cover resulting. Such a hill side will also lose a good vegetation and you know the rest.

But don't consider that an aberration in the context of what happens in Maneno's world; far from it. In here you find the meaning of the mentioned lesson having explicit as well as implicit application depending on how you look at life and your level of interpreting your surroundings. For instance, did you know that life is a matter of contrasts that you can not enjoy anything without a contrast to it? Try understanding that and you will be the wiser.

Still in Maneno's world, are lemmas one of them being that you can't make an omlette without breaking eggs which, interpreted on another level means that you can not make love to a virgin without tearing through her hymen.

Another one is that rivers do not flow in a straight line and mountains are never triangles or better still, did you know that a line is a length without breadth? Enough of the lemmas and back to our pre-occupation; kumbe where were we? Aaagh! Okay, let's retrace our footsteps.

Isabella, or Bella as many of us usually called her, is a chocolate beauty in her late 20s and an out-going sex tease. She has a tantalizing voice laced with sexy overtones and at her height of four-six, she is the owner of such a succulent thighland which she flaunts to whomever dares to look her way leaving you with all thoughts and ideas manufactured in your head.

But, if you suggested anything carnal-based to her,  Bella will laugh in your face showing off another of her facial attractions vis, the double dimples and her flawless milk-white set of teeth. In short, she will leave you a frustrated wreck. Yes, at her age, Bella was a virgin until recently when she lost her cherry as you are about to learn if you care to read on.

Working in neighbouring office buildings in the city, the damn girl was killing me softly, almost on a daily basis. But I also knew that I was not alone in that category. What's more, she and I had struck a relationship bordering on her agreeing, once in a while, to my buying her lunch. But she would not go any further than that nor would she allow me to hold her hand while walking on the streets; very frustrating she can be.

But, as fate would have it, I and two other colleagues were making harmless talk within Bella's hearing when I mentioned that I have an uncle who runs a dairy farm in  Wakiso district. Until then, I had not known that Bella has a soft spot for the upcountry. So, when I said that I was spending a weekend at uncle's farm, Bella later sought me out and invited me out for a drink after working hours. I nearly fell over myself with anxiety as I  agreed to her invitation. That was on a Thursday.

At the mid town rendeavous on parliament avenue, Bella begged me to take her with me for a weekend away from the city bustle and who was I to deny her? We fine tuned a program agreeing to leave town early on Saturday morning.

On d-day, we traveled in my state-of-the-art motor van called Noah and arrived at the farm before mid-day. We cooled off on freshly squeezed passion fruit juice at the farm and because uncle was away on safari, I commandeered an off the main house set of self-contained rooms to which I directed Bella to go to freshen up. When she returned, I invited her on a tour of the farm and she greeted this with glee.

I had not pre-planned this but we were there at a time when four bulls had been brought over to service the over 20 cows on the farm which were on heat and were hankering for a bonk in a way only female animals know how to demand for sexual healing which usually ends in their getting impregnated. Bwana, oh bwana, were we in for a bonking session!

If you reading this are a man, do you remember when you suggested a lay in the lillies with a female who seemingly was leading you on but she turned down your overtures? Forget that kubanga here it was mounting after mounting after mounting as the bulls had their day on the insatiable cows who were offering their swollen pudenda without consulting anyone else about it.

The sight of animal sex mellowed down Bella to no limits as I was soon to find out. The hitherto sex tease started by holding onto my hand as she looked on in awe at the simply surging strength of the bulls surfing the red-hot pudenda and doing so without a sweat.

Her hold steadily got tighter and tighter as we looked on until the damn girl started sighing and taking deep breaths as her body trembled. When we had watched a servicing of at least four cows in a row, Bella became radar-less leaving me to lead her to wherever I liked.

She was like a zombie and myself also being sexcited, I led her into a bush on reaching which, I attacked her body with a gusto you may envy. The ka-girl responded like a banshee on heat helping me to tear off her bra and knickers.

Without being invited, she fell on her back begging me ….. aha, you have said it. Well I did the needful as best as I knew how especially on finding that I had deflowered her and she was wailing in the heat of a flow of her love juices which she did four times in the course of our 30 minutes of tumbling. The rest of the story is more interesting than you have read here but that's material for another day.

(As related to us by Mark Roland)
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