by Funke Egbemode (egbemode3@gmail.com)
Do you still remember the story of my friend who said he loves women with big breasts? Each time a woman with full frontal endowment passed, he smacked his lips. He will not date a woman with less than 34DD specification. He can ‘manage’ if her southern region is not rich or even outright flat. As long as there is something full to cushion his stress after a long hard day.
But his wife, yes, the Madam of the house, is almost flat-chested. Yet my friend is married, happily married. In fact, his wife is in charge of his businesses. The 38F or 36FF specs are for his side chics, not his wife. Madam is allowed to be barely breasted but when my friend wants the big big things, he knows where to go.
Like he once confided in me, ‘Funke, you know my wife is my life, my everything. She is my prayer warrior, my prophetess, and my spiritual mother. She is my pillar and she has always been more than just a body since I knew her. Yes, I love big breasts, but what she means to me is way more than a curvy body.’
They say it is women that are difficult to understand but this my friend, like many men leave me confused many times. So he married a pillar of support but keeps a harem of big-breasted side chics to satisfy his fantasy. There are also men which, no matter how beautiful a woman is, if she cannot cook, they are put off. You will be shocked at the number of rich men who now eat meals prepared by chefs but actually marry their wives for their cooking prowess. Maybe they did not know they would be rich eventually, or their future lifestyles would include French and Spanish cuisine. Their number one criterion when they were shopping for a wife 25 years ago is ‘she must be able to cook, or else there is no deal.’
