She answers to the name of Margaret. A chocolate beauty she is in her early 30s and a lover of  booze she boasts.

Resident in a yet an unnamed Kampala surburb, Margaret is known to frequent all nature of watering holes where, on buying herself a soda, she is known to lay in waiting for any male admirer.

Other known or foreign, and encourages such ones to strike up a conversation with her as she coaxes a string of beers out of the them in a manner office workers demand to be paid an inconvenience allowance on being assigned duty away from their desks .

Only thing is that Margaret, a half-baked ready to smile lady and with a double dimple to boot, enjoys detoothing her admirers just like some of you I know happen to love nyama choma or ekikomando.

To each, according to everyone's imagination, you could say and if you are religious enough, you could quote that sage of a couple of millennia back -- to do unto others what you would like done unto you.

Not until recently, I didn't know that males, who frequent drinking places, happen to suffer groin excitement courtesy of the booze they partake.

And thatthis comes readily when they are in the company of a female who may lead them on to flaunt and spend their hard-earned cash on an implied understanding that the woman is more than willing to part her thigh wealth and offer to them that which mungu alimpa kwa bbure.

In case you didn't know, something interesting is common about human life. For instance, and like William Shakespeare noted in one of his writings, hell knows no wrath than a woman spurned.

In the case of males, if he cared to notice, Shakespeare would have noted that hell knows no wrath than a man detoothed. And had Margaret had a semblance of secular education.

she would not have enjoyed the fruits of men's sweat while enticing them but doing what somebody calls okuweta ekikuubo when the men are half drunk and all fired up for a lay.

But anyway, does a woman have to go to school to know that if she is  the reason behind a man's donging dong rising up to battle-readiness, it is incumbent upon her to appease it by burying it inside herself hook, line and sinker?

Another thing about humanity is that when you get obsessed with doing something, you will most likely not have time to sit back and think about the effects your obsession might have on other people.

Take the example of a sexexcited male who likes burying his wick into females at the first opportunity he may have.

Such a man will most likely rip through the delicate and hidden membrane-walled female tunnels of understanding with no care to the world and when he hears the poor buwomen weeping in agony.

He would thrash away with more vigour and stupid glee thinking that he is merely tormenting a female's kabunidde whose owner had a good training of a senga or whoever else might have done the training.

So, when Margaret continued to congratulate herself on being a brilliant sex-tease quite obvious of what damage her behaviour was doing to the highly sensitized.

Aroused and frustrated furious muscles of her victims, she never had time to reflect that may be one time, the hens would come home to roost.

But as true as the fact that you are reading this, at the end of the day, the hens come home to roost.

Having surmounted an uncountable number of detoothing of males some of whom she would rebound on over unknown times.

Margaret was basking in the warmth of her magezi forgetting what some kinsmen mean when they say that akufumbira ey'omutwe, ggwe omufumbira ya bigere ne mumala mwenkanya evvumbe! Crudely translated this could mean that a woman has no business with owning a vagina if she doesn't know what to use it for.

It was last Saturday night, well over 4.00 a.m., when we were called to Margaret's rescue, albeit a belated one it was. We found her naked in those cold hours of the night as naked can be.

Her wealth of thighland was spread in the near directions of east to west, her body lying in a scrub and by all sensibilities, the poor woman was dead to the world.

We pieced together what had happened to her when we closely examined her body to establish whether she was really dead or whether she was faking death to impress whoever.

Maama nyabo! The woman was not dead as we know death to be but she was sincerely dead drunk!

You know this thing about omusajja awunya ka'lidde? Well, even the bakazi can smell of what they will have eaten.

Using a torch, we established that a slimy, yellowish, nutrition-rich and of high protein content substance answering to male spermatozoa.

Was having a free flow out of her most viciously and much worked pussy which had lost any semblance of a smile like the ones I know of .

Satiated pudenda, if you must know, bask in a siesta of satisfaction with a smile on their lips as used to happen to my late grandfather following a good feeding on matooke na maragwe.

The results of an investigation we mounted about the events leading Margaret's condition revealed thus:

Early in the evening, she was in the company of one of her habitually detoothed admirers who appeared loaded with cash and was buying booze like there would be no tomorrow.

This was at an offside bar joint where the couple were later joined by four other young men who, by the conversation they struck up for the over two hours they were there, seemed to know each other. Mega is said to have earlier detoothed two of these men in some other drinking places.

In the course of the drinking and dancing to loud music, the revelers were talking at the top of their voices and close on to 1.00 a.m., they left the place in the company a swaying Margaret who was in a state able to say engwa when she was meaning embwa!  

The rest of the story is mere guess work although certain facts remained uncontested:  Margaret was bereft of capacity to freely find her way home;

She didn't sleep in her bed that night; we found her dead to life; she was very drunk; by all appearances, her hole of understanding was a subject of being over worked and that it was a tug of war bringing her legs together when we came to her rescue.

Lugambo had it that the following morning, a one mukazi mukadde told a very frightened Mega to squat while she did exciting things to her very weary kathing and that while our Mega was hissing in a certain kind of sweet pain, she would gush out love juices.

Mbu the old woman swore that is was only by exciting Mega's already overworked kathing that the spermatozoa that had remained hidden inside her would be flushed out. And like Maneno, asked us, wasn't that detoothing redefined?

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