For girls of a certain age, there is an annoying (to the parents) attraction to singers and DJs – money or no money. Blame the music. Why is Stevie Wonder so sexy, despite his physical disability? Of course he is a good-looking man, but the instrument in his throat draws attention like nothing else.
Look at Mick Jagger… Okay, have you seen Bruce Springsteen in that 1985 video of We Are The World? Damn!
Or Tina Turner? R. Kelly got away with his sexual predator ways for decades, using his amazing voice as the trap. Some will argue that it is about the money and power that a good voice eventually brings in, but no; even locally, we know artistes that are neither rich nor powerful, but their ante went up significantly the day fans discovered they have an incredible instrument in their vocal chords.
I don’t think that God gave you that beautiful voice to only communicate your need for food or cry out in pain. It is also very much an aphrodisiac when unleashed to the right ears – man or woman. Use it.
Don’t be a silent participant during sex when you have something that could take things from 40 to 100 very fast. So, let your spouse hear your mating call – cough-cough. Some people are too modest for their own good; even when their spouse is doing such a good job pleasuring them that if feels like the hair is practically jumping out of their head, they will keep mute, prim and proper, fearing to lose all control. Come on.
And then there is the other side with people who wish they could get an opportunity to let loose with their beautiful mating voices, but their clueless spouses never give them a chance to properly tap into those songs, so they resort to faking it to keep sanity and harmony in the marriages.
But now you… how many times do you genuinely feel like letting rip and launch into a high-pitched hallelujah, but bite your tongue to maintain your ladylike composure? Pah!
Okay, so you share a bedsitter with all your children and a few relatives, so silence is a must, but you had better once in a while find means of releasing all that pent-up energy, lest it gives you health complications (I don’t know any, but surely there must be some…!)
That is why I really hate poverty; we should all be able to afford homes that allow us to love and let love. Not conditions that forcefully inhibit us sexually in addition to every other way of life. What then is left in that life?
Anyway, when it is your turn to strum that guitar, strum, like your life depends on it; and when it is your turn to be the guitar that brings forth the sweetest music, let go and let God deal with the rest.
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