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Aisha is a forty year-old-girl from a very conservative country in the Middle East. She lives in London, England. She loves it in London, as she gets to explore and test new grounds. Did I mention that Aisha has never been in a relationship? Seriously, she has never been with a man. She fantasizes about men, but when she is faced with a potential date, she begins to sweat like a Christmas goat heading for the slaughter house. Aisha has been in some of the most hilarious experiences from when she was a young girl…here they are!

Birth through the mouth:
Aisha was nine years old at the time and her mother had just returned from hospital after having Aisha’s younger brother.

Aisha: Mom, baby is crying (she was looking down on her brother who was crying and kicking on the cot)
Aisha’s mother: I am coming Aisha. Please give baby a toy to play with (her mother shouted from the bathroom. Minutes later, she came dashing out of the shower with a towel around her body).
Aisha: Okay mom!
Aisha’s mother: Let me take him now, Aisha. Thank you darling.
Aisha: Mom, baby is growing fast. Where do babies come from? I mean…how did you produce baby, mom? Some days ago you had a big tummy, now here is baby. How are babies born? (She looked keenly at her mother, intent to get a quick answer to assuage her burning curiosity. Her mother was flickering quickly through her problem for an answer without having to be graphic. In a conservative culture, there was absolutely no way she was going to tell Aisha how a baby is birthed).
Aisha’s mother: Through the mouth, Aisha. At the end of pregnancy, babies are born through the mouth.
Aisha: Through the mouth, mom? You open your mouth and the baby jumps out?
Aisha’s mother: Yes Aisha! Babies are birthed through the mouth.
Aisha: Really? (Aisha asked, looking at the baby and her mother’s mouth.) That big baby came from your mouth?
Aisha’s mother: Yes, Aisha. The mouth expands when you are ready to give birth and the baby jumps out.

Aisha walks away holding her mouth and wondering how much pain she’d have to go through someday having a baby.

Seven years later…
Aisha’s aunt had just delivered a baby girl and Aisha had gone to the hospital with her mother to see her and the new baby. Around the new mother were relatives, flanking her on every corner. Aisha and her mother had not talked about baby birth after that discussion when she was nine years old.

Aisha’s mother: Shameem! Congratulations!!! She is a big girl…look at her legs and arms. She is big!!!!
Aisha’s uncle: That is exactly what I said! She is a big girl.
Aisha’s cousin: This is the biggest baby I have ever seen!
Aisha: Aunt Shameem, does your mouth hurt? She is a really big baby. I bet your throat, tongue and whole mouth hurt. I am not sure I ever want to have a baby…it must hurt a lot!!!
Aisha’s aunt: My mouth? What do you mean?
Aisha’s mother: Shot up, Aisha. Don’t mind her Shameem.
Aisha: I am serious, aunt Shameem. Babies are birthed through the mouth aren’t they? Your baby is very big. Didn’t you choke having her?

A raucous laughter erupted…

Why are you crying?
Aisha is now living in London, England where she is studying. Her next door neighbor at the student hostel was in the habit of bringing her boyfriend home late at night. They’d make love…loudly, to Aisha’s hearing. She did not understand the noises she heard next door most nights…always when her neighbor’s boyfriend was around. One morning, she decided to ask her neighbor.

Aisha: Juliet, are you okay? Does…does…does he beat you? (She was referring to Juliet’s boyfriend).
Juliet: You mean Jason? Oh no! Why?
Aisha: I am sure I heard you crying last night, Juliet. You don’t have to pretend about this. I am a friend you know. If…he beats you, you don’t have to be with him. I am sure you were crying loudly last night!!!
Juliet: No!!! I was not crying. I am sorry; I have to leave, Aisha.

Aisha watched her closely, shaking her head. I wish she would tell me the truth…tell someone that her boyfriend is beating her! Aisha thought to herself. The next night, Aisha as up. She was ready to solve the mystery…to catch Jason beating Juliet. She sat by the wall separating her room from Juliet. Here ear was pressed tightly against the wall. Soon, Juliet began to moan loudly.

Juliet: Hmmm!!! Yea!!! Oh!!! Oh! Oh! Oh!  Hmmmm!!! Oh! Oh!

Aisha sprang to her feet, yanked her door open and dashed to Juliet’s door. She rammed loudly on Juliet’s door, calling loudly to her.

Aisha: Juliet! Juliet! Open the door for me. You don’t have to take this anymore. You don’t have to go through this alone. Open the door now, Juliet.

The moaning, which to Aisha was crying, stopped.

Aisha: I know you are there, Juliet!!! You don’t have to go through this in silence. Open the door for me, my friend!!!

Juliet’s door opened abruptly. Her boyfriend Jason stood by the door. He was stark naked, standing by the door with a massive frown on his face.

Jason: Do you want to join us?

Aisha closed her eyes with her hands and ran back to her room. She said nothing to Juliet the next time she saw her.

What is that?
Aisha was seated amongst numerous other students in the student common room at the hostel. They were watching TV, eating snacks, chatting and laughing. Then, a commercial (advert) came on the screen. A beautiful young girl was lying on the bed in a skimpy dress. She had the look on her face that made a man speak in tongues. Then, her boyfriend who could not resist her smashing beauty and alluring physique joined her in bed. They kissed passionately, caressed and held each other tightly. Then, her boyfriend began to head for the girls skirt. “No,” she said, jumping off the bed. She walked to the drawer on the other end of the room, pulled it open and took out pack of condoms. She took one out, tore it open, stretched it and handed it to her boyfriend. The commercial ended with a voice saying, STDs are lurking in every corner. Use a condom.

“What is that?” Aisha asked pointing at the screen. One guy walked out, then another and then another. “What is that?” Aisha asked again raising her voice. “Is that a balloon? What has that go to do with STDs?” she kept pressing. “You tell her, Derek,” one of the girls said. “No, you tell her, Megan,” Derek countered. Soon, everyone was living the room. They all knew how conservative Aisha was; so no one wanted to explain what a condom was to her. “It is not fair, guys?” Aisha insisted. “You don’t want to know, Aisha,” Rita said. “I want to. What was that?” “Condom!” Dean answered. “It is…it is some kind of a sex balloon,” said Linda.

Aisha’s hands flew over her mouth. She became suddenly quiet. The mention of sex took the wind off her sail. After a quiet period during which all eyes were firmly fixated on the TV screen. Then, Aisha asked gently, lowering her voice. “They…they…they play that…they play with a balloon when they do it?” “Yes…yes,” the remaining rest of crew said resignedly.


Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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