MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL, BILLY COY [mobi reader TXT] 📗

on one particular lady’s part between the thighs, and even when he had got so close to her, he still saw nothing there, and before he could realize what he was doing and how far he had taken it, all the women were running off while screaming, and they left him behind with all their clothes, and he was already down and unconscious. He was arrested, and instead of stoning him to death for abomination, he was taken care of till he regained his consciousness. I guess that was a better way of surviving death. Good work Parker.

Parker had not learned from his mistake after surviving death, he still wanted to know if even the men didn’t have their private parts: he one day went out to urinate with a native and he kept peeping his way for his pipi, but the native’s pipi was too shot that Parker could not see anything but urine. He was anyway caught peeping and the native just walked away after telling him that he had forgotten to take out his pipi from his pants and he had therefore messed up his trousers. Parker was embarrassed once again trying to find out the secret behind the forbidden fruit. He had however found out that in a way men in this tribe had their pipis; he had seen the urine come from the native. But


how then where children made if the women had nothing on them? It is a question that remained ringing on his mind.

Anyway, he was back at square one, trying to find out why sex was illegal in this tribe yet the “no private part” women nursed babies everywhere. In his continued quest, he later landed on a twelve foot tall six hundred pounds goddess to whom all married men in the community went to and requested for the number of children they wanted, and that was the number of times they made out with her and had their children over the years. I wonder how that went down because none of the men in that tribe was even six feet tall, but with sex, I guess there’s always a way for man. The revelation annoyed Parker so much that he found it so selfish by this goddess to deny all other women their dearest pleasure in life. He was determined once again, this time to kill the goddess and give back the women in this community their men, from the prostitute and polygamous goddess. Well, he one quiet night sneaked close to the goddess, by climbing on the tree it slept and he pierced his sharp knife swiftly into its fresh and right through its heart. It died quietly and quick.

Parker was thereafter arrested by the men in the community for killing their only source of sex, and as he was taken to be slaughtered for the worst crime in that community that he had committed, all the women started to feel some weird development in their pants, and fortunately it was their private parts back. So happy about the development, as Parker was about to be slaughtered, all the women undressed, and what their men saw really turned them on, and before the sun rose, all the men where instantly on top of their women getting it on. Life was back in town, I mean in the community. Parker was saved by the bell and he was now a true celebrity.

The stupid goddess had put a spell on all the women and girls in the community, even the just born ones, and she had monopolized sex in


that community. Well, Parker, after the consent of the whole community he was made king and was given twelve wives. And he also had twelve mixed race kids from each woman, and I guess that’s how white-Africans came about in Africa. If you have any objection to that, please keep it to yourself, none of us wants to know about your ignorance even after being enlightened. So be careful while believing what you read, it might be true, and remember, the truth hurts, it really hurts most of the time. Just live with the lie at your own risk. See you next time buddy!


CHAPTER THREE GIRLS OF THE WIND Girl of work-out
She is not your everyday girl; she is actually a grandma riding high in life;
not like a “G” (Gangster) but as a fading grand-mama back to life. She is a girl of work-out. I’ve seen her from ever since I was a kid and didn’t even know that I would grow up to see her get better from worse, or precisely, even write about her. She is a good friend to my mother. They have been together ever since they started talking, as toddlers, and years have gone by, even us their children now have families of our own and they still have a very strong bond of friendship that I guess only death will do or tear apart.

Girl of work-out: she is a class apart from her lazy and chubby peers; she took the best path in life, and look where it got her. She’s now rocking seventy and still looking thirty something. Imagine that, it’s just too good to be true, but it’s true.

Girl of work-out: she is so fit: mentally and physically, and lack of stress made the “ugly” wrinkles on her face disappear naturally, but not artificially; she always says that it’s all in the name of working out. She really works out and it has made her body young and attractive; though she is way passed her teenage age, the working out makes her feel a teenager inside, though from the outside she remains and maintains her adult poise and behavior.

Just feeling good can make you good yourself, because, as the Bible spells it out, what a man thinketh, so is he or she or will be. So get those thoughts right my friend.


Girl of work-out: she has defied her age and many of my friends are attracted to her and want her so bad, although there are many beautiful girls of their age around. I guess the work-out is really working out for my mother’s “grandma” friend any way.

At first she didn’t like the idea of working out because she felt too old to revive her body to a youthful look; even so, it was not in her interest to go out and be “Body exercising” as she always termed it, but my persistent emphasis and request to her to do it for her own health’s good worked out and she started walking the journey.

As every road to every good thing in life, it was not always a bed of roses; she even at one point wanted to quit and go back to her relaxed and comfortable but ruining life style, but ironically, she still didn’t want to look and feel old anymore, though she accepted that she was old. Anyway, my sticking on her case like glue got her back to the gym and she worked that body and soon she had become an addict to working out since she had started losing that hanging body flesh she had acquired on her, and boy did her facial wrinkles start to shrink slowly by slowly; now look where she has got after ten years of undying spirit of working out: she looks so young and hippy; she’s sassy too; no wonder I’m calling her a girl!


Work out


I stretch, I pull back, and I feel worn-out than I was at work; It makes me so tired yet adding an asset to my body;
It breaks my bones, only to make them stronger, as they recover from the hurt;

That’s all about work-out and where it gets me every day of working out.


The feeling of laziness at start;

As days go by, it feels so natural;

The uneasiness turns into a routine; The mind has gotten used to it,
And the body is obedient and loyal in return.


I was going down the drain with my body,

I have now revived those broken pieces on me that seemed impossible to ever get rid of;

The feeling of ruin I had I’ve flushed down the drain. As my muscles get more active, I get more proactive;
I am now more diligent in everything I do than I was before; The feeling of stress is just something I snap out of easily; My heart beats so swiftly as a flying bird up in the air;
I am still where I have to be, but not where I used to be.

I’ve been brought to a new physical and mental fulfillment.


I wake up in the morning and see that sunrise, even when it is raining heavily;

I sleep at night and dream of a big bright moon, and stars that never fade away;

I am deeply lost in a dream I don’t ever want to wake up from. If I hadn’t taken a step to work out,


That dirt and evil that shook my body empty would have killed me earlier on from life;

I wouldn’t be where I am today; The beauty surely I wouldn’t see;
The sweet imagination and beautiful dream I wouldn’t have. I have nearly reached my destination,
And where I am now, I am more satisfied; Even though more satisfaction is yet to come, I am glad I am living now and today.
I am mostly satisfied because it is all working out; and most importantly,
that I am working it out rightly!


Girl of Christmas


She was a true gift to the world, and to herself. Her composure was so right that I really envied her. But what more could I take from her; she had a lot of good to give, and I could only be me, to be like her, because she was always herself, not artificial or superficial.

Girl of Christmas: she was full of gifts and she gave them out a lot, especially to kids, who loved her because she was different from the always critical and tough aunts; she was a true rose in many thorns; she always stood out of the crowd; not a single or any of those thorns could suppress her to infinity. I loved, admired and respected her. She was a true beauty to the world and to herself.

Watching her walk taught me a lot about “a one in a million kind of girl.” She was so elegant and always smiling, even when heaven could be falling down on her; she remained a lady even when it hurt so bad. If I


could, I would give up everything I have or love so much in life right now, just to be next to that kind of girl. I guess I can only dream on and keep her still in my dreams, because a girl like that would take a century to come across nowadays, and I was just so lucky to have known her before.

Watching her speak you couldn’t bleak or take your eyes off her, because if you did, you