By Tony Iwuoma
We live in a world of
hyperbolic privacy. We learn to keep private things private as soon as we are
born. From infancy, we were taught to cover our private parts. Even the little
daughter you once bathed would soon start hiding from you because she does not
want you to see her bum bum. We are taught to keep certain aspects of our life
private and that is why our so-called celebrities cling so tenaciously to the
dogma of not talking about their 'private lives' despite their atrocious public
exhibitions.
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Nudity has almost
overtaken our culture and those parts that we once held sacred have since lost their
innocence, no thanks to modernity. Those private parts of the womenfolk that
the men strained hard to just have a peek at have come unstuck in the streets and
on television; there seems to be no private parts anymore. Those who still
insist on some modicum of decency are viciously tagged 'old fashioned'. Oh, how
beautiful it is to belong to the vanishing tribe!
But seriously
speaking, what are your private parts? Is it all about our genitals? Is it
about briefs and boxers, or brassieres and lingerie? Is it about bum shorts,
stony breast implants and false and padded buttocks? Is it about cavorting with
your squeeze beyond the eyes of her parents? Is it about baby mamas and papas?
Is it about Queen Esther and Stephanie Otobo’s determination to do in Apostle
Johnson Suleman? Is it about philandering with spouses of other men or women
beyond the trusting eyes of the cuckolded?
