Okay! yes, I admit that I am a virgin. Not until you can prove otherwise; I will remain a virgin. Not until you take me to the high courts or something crazy like that; I will remain a virgin. The words I utter and the movements I make don’t prove that I have lost my innocence. That I am now one of ‘’them’’. When I lose my virginity I will be covered with shame and probably with anger as well. I will stop going for ‘ukuhlolwa’ and probably stay ‘leg-opened’ for the next fifteen years. Once I lose this precious status I will write down a list of all the men who make me filthy, those who leave their dirt in my temple. I will hang the list for the rest of the world to see my shame and my nakedness. I will measure all the ‘sticks’ that enter my temple and probably award the one with longest stick. I will have a list in alphabetical order on my wall and make sure that I have all the alphabets on that list. I will have one-night stands, two-night stands or whatever they call it nowadays. There will be no need for man to make me speak or kiss or wet. The roughest will probably be awarded. I will play ‘patient and doctor’, ‘student and teacher’ or ‘rabbit and rabbit’ with whoever has the so-called magic stick. When I am no longer a virgin I will call all the traditional houses and announce my absence in the house of innocence. I will then penetrate the stages of adolescence and pass through them as if I felt no pain. The big question is; who will bear the struggle of taking away my virginity and change me into all that I have discussed?
