How often are you surprised at certain things happening around you or even those you  read or hear about? Well, a few of us, because of what we went through in the past tremulous times of this country's history, we are insensitive to exciting or even gory events.

We were around in the early 1980s when we heard of government soldiers who, in search of guerillas, slit open bellies of pregnant women saying they suspected the women to be carrying 'mabomu' there.

Elsewhere, you would prepare your 'Sunday best' at home (that's matooke na nyama) and when it's doing the 'kuboobera' on a cooking stove, in comes three or four soldiers on armed patrol.

The fellas would then demand that the madam of the home serves them the whole meal which they would have in the presence of the an unbelieving and hungry family members.

As if in appreciation for a meal well cooked, such soldiers would have no shame to eat, no, to rape the daughters and their maama while a helpless head of the house was forced to look on.

In one incident I remember, while a woman was being gang raped, one of the raping soldiers demanded of her: "Piga yile sauti ya maama nyabo waganda walipiga." Of course the poor woman sniffed in obeyance; bwo'beera ggwe. Bizarre things we indeed saw.

Thirty years later and now, we are witness to a society gone beserk in a different way. Teachers of the very young introduce their subjects to having sex in primary schools or the pupils themselves read about it in the rogue press.

Many watch it on Channel O or in 'blue movies' (whatever is 'blue' about these movies!). Quite a few children are doing their sexexperiments on their brothers, sisters or cousins depending on whoever is in  easy reach.

The other day, a 13-year old was overheard complaining that her pudenda had an 'itch'and she was wondering what kind of boy would help her scratch it away.

If then the above surprise you, wait and read this: In a one upcountry school down there in Mawogola, Tracy, a female single teacher confiscated a raunchy magazine from a group of boys when she found them reading it after school hours.

While the boys were sweating bucket-fulls fearing a walloping, expulsion or other dire punishment for their offence, the teacher had sped to her living quarters where she committed her own nature of offence reading the magazine page by page.

 The result was that the experiences described there put her on a heat such as the one she usually has right before the onset of her monthly periods.

Fearing to approach one of the male teachers for a sexual healing, she suffered through the night without bitterness but vowed to threaten two of the boys with expulsion from school unless they did her bidding.

She devised a plan where she would give each boy a pass out on different weekends telling each to meet her at certain lodgings in a township far removed from the school premises and throughout such a weekend, she would make a meal of the poor chap. Eeeh, you mean you had heard of this before? Well, maybe what you heard was lugambo; my recollection here is from the very boys' accounts.

Timothy, one of the boys says: "The first day I met madam Tracy in a room at a lodge, I was so frightened I nearly wetted my pants when she undressed for me after feeding me on two bottles of Omukombooti.

True I had gained some courage but a teacher! The woman was too brave for my liking. She grabbed my little friend- who had betrayed me by erecting like a long steel nail made at Roofings, and with no shame, she started by jazzing waters of love out of her smiling kabunidde.

When she felt ready, she jumped aboard me as I lay on my back at her command and, like a sex-raving animal, she rode me with a ferocity of a horse rider. In all this time, she was hissing and crying out like a demented person and shedding real tears as unknown  passion tore through her.

When she got tired of the riding, I pounded her ka-twat into a flabby submission and we have done on  two weekends."

Roland, the other boy, has mauled Tracy on two occasions but has told nobody about it. "I know that when a woman wants it, she rightly answers to the saying that they are the weaker sex.

I told Tracy I would not surf her ka-thing like all the other men but that I would cunnilingus her to the eleventh heaven. She had never had a man do that to her and although she at first refused me to eat her thing, she later agreed when I assured her that she would enjoy the experience to no limits.

And, bwana, oh bwana! Did  she like it? The woman praised me for work well done she even donated to me Ssabasajja's two counties until I reminded her she had no authority over that land.

When she asked what I wanted, I told her I wanted her to bear me a child. She promised to do so but I knew she was saying this because I had taken through a very sensitive sexual high."

That's not about it all. Roland recorded on video Tracy's romping with him showing her losing colour as out of her gushed spurts of love juices. He showed her the recording and is now blackmailing her to buy him a Blackberry or else he makes it public.

Tracy has pleaded for mercy from her unrelenting student and, being head of the geography department at the school, she has organised a trip for two of her classes out of which money she expects to make 'enjawulo' and appease her clit sucker.

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