“…there’s a dubious elegance to the Woman, that missed our ancestor, Adam! Or could it be that he outrightly failed to learn it, or was it too daunting for him to compete with?
Haven’t you all seen a lady use the restroom, and leave the guy walking into same loo right after her totally confounded on what her business in it could have been in the first place? Did she do number one, or was it number two?
Brethren, I wasn’t born yesterday so I am quite familiar with the ammonium-tinged residue of number one, just as I am… of course of the unpalatable putrescence of number two! But in the wholesomeness of the makeup of a woman, she’s still unmatched in the ways only she can at manipulating the core essence of nature, including Lárùńgbèkún, the Fiditi belle! In her hands the turbulent flush, or that attractive whirlpool effect associated with the flush water even “borrowed itself an amazing docility!”
Number one or number two, go right into the loo after a woman and you wouldn’t know what transpired in there, whether she did one or she did the other! The air would smell just as great as that in a garden of roses. A seasoned bloodhound wouldn’t catch a whiff of a damn thing amiss, neither would a team of highly-trained forensic technicians find the slightest fault in the air. The commode looks cleaner, the washing basin too, and the water tap shiner, no sprinkle of funny liquid anywhere; none to be seen on the floor or on the wall! Are you in a freaking bathroom, or a damn overcolored boudoir?!
Therefore all ye men in the congregation, turn halfway around to the side, or behind you to face the lady directly next to you, or that one sitting directly behind you and just ask her in a desperately loud voice: SIS NEIGHBOUR PLEASE TEACH ME SOMETHING NEW!”
– a portion of last Sunday’s sermon as delivered by Pastor Gbétanlétan John Fàyàlàyà, The Supreme G.O of the Move Nearer To My Bed Evangelical Ministry International, MNTBEMI.
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