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Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Of course, none of the remedies worked. If bleeding stopped temporarily, it was due to clotting system. Neither the mother nor the boy knew that during bleeding the head should not be lowered; therefore, a pot was always placed on the floor under the boy's chin to collect the blood to save his only shirt.

The boy did not see his father around or visiting him, of which the boy was glad. The boy's mother was, more or less, a primordial mother: gestation, giving birth and nursing. She did not teach the boy the bitter realities of life out there. His father, an unskilled worker, was a poor male, providing only their daily subsistence limited to some bread. They rarely could have meat, fruit or much longed for sweet things such as fruit, raisin or dates. In spring, boys like him would eat plenty of clover, 3-leaf, palatable and nutritious.

While in bed and alone, the boy involuntarily had a recollection of his not too long past. He remembered his first grade at school. Being taller, he was seated in the back row. Being poor, he was poorly dressed, a pair of rudimentary hand-sewn pajamas that did not properly stay in place while sitting on the bench, thus exposing his upper buttock cleft.

The elementary teacher was a male who had one short leg. The man used to place the palm of his right hand on the knee of the shorter leg while grabbing his elbow from behind with his left hand while walking or moving in classroom. Once, the victim boy saw the teacher standing right next to him.

The crippled man, now, slipped his right hand under the boy's pajamas, pants, touching his cleft. The victim boy did not understand why the horrible lame teacher was touching him. In other words, he was not taught to protest! He simply looked at the blackboard and let the man go on with what he was after. Additionally, he did not see the teacher's other hand working on his private part!.

Another instance that he clearly remembered was at a tailor's shop, a tailor who happened to be a distant cousin of his father. The tailor, while measuring, repeatedly touched the boy and sometimes pressed his loins against the boy's rear. Since the boy had grown older now, he could understand what the distant cousin of his father was doing. However, he did not report the incidence.


Repeatedly, he was exposed to many swear words loudly expressed by older boys, and men in the streets which mostly pivoted on private parts of men and women. He learned that touching a boy's rear cavity was the most disgraceful thing that could ever happen to a boy. He learned that there were some boys who would not object to being touched by older adult boys. He learned that many boys engaged in sort of barter. Sex for sex.

(to be continued)

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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