See the photo attached to this update. This is ‘Dauda the Sexy Guy’. In the early 90s, this character featured in one of Nigeria’s highest selling comic magazines, Lolly.
Lolly was published monthly and had rabidly wide readership even in the relatively conservative northern Nigeria, where religion oversees a regime of strict sexual repression and control of socialisation between the sexes.
The magazine also featured another popular character, Lewis the Traveller whose philandering gimmicks and craze for nubile females always landed him in hot soup with the wife.
Lolly magazines’ females fell into 2 definite categories: The women to be fvcked vs. The Others.
The first set of females ranged between their teens and early middle ages: 12 – 40. The basic requirement was to dangle between puberty and pre-menopause.
They were nearly always depicted as half clad – all prominent breasts with huge nipples and humongous backsides. The others were just that: Females that either couldn’t be openly fvcked yet or had outlived their fvckability – The little girls and the elderly females.
There was no middle ground and no space for variety. But this, as disgusting as it might sound is not the gist of this post.
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Dauda the Sexy Guy was like to the Nigerian society as the Simpsons are to the American social landscape. He was a much loved character. He made readers laugh their heads off.
No, he did not trip over his own feet and fall down. He did not say anything profound. He did not take potshots at government or society. He did not crack jokes or deliver any memorable quips.
So what did he do that was so entertaining? He raped women. The Dauda character was depicted as having an out-of-control libido. He craved the sex act like an addict craves a food, alcohol or narcotic high.
Every publication, this character did the same thing over and over:
He would set his eyes on a ‘fvckable female’. Sometimes he would make a pass at her. She would rebuff his advances.
The stories always ended the same way:
He would ambush his target either along a bush part, an alley, the roadside, an uncompleted building or even in their home. He would grab the girl or woman, throw her around his shoulders in a fireman carry style and he would settle her in any place he found convenient. He would rip off her clothes and proceed to rape her.
The moral of the story?
Dauda had a BBC (big bl*ck c**k). Apparently, his penis was nature’s surprise gift to all women if only they would cool down enough to let it penetrate them.
In all the stories the rape victim would start out protesting but few strokes in and the strident shouts of “No!” would transmute into long moans with sibilant endings of “sssssssssss”.
“Please stop, let me gooo….ooossss…”
A lot of Nigerians of the Dauda generation still break out in nostalgic glee when they talk about this degenerate tabloid.
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An entire generation of reader fans had the age-long message reiterated to their consciousness.
The message:
Rape is just another sexual option. If a man is well endowed, he should get down to it. The woman’s consent is secondary. A woman is just waiting to be persuaded that she is a slut whose dream is to be plugged with the right d**k.
The women of Lolly were either sluts or harpies. Little girls were sluts in waiting who would grow up to become harpies at the end of their shelf life.
It was this straightforward.
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The Nigerians of the Lolly magazine/Dauda generation are now typically in their 40s – 50s. They are mostly Generation X, but a small section cut into the Boomer generation too.
I am Gen-X. I too read Lolly magazine.
Why am I on this this morning?
About a couple of weeks back I stumbled on a radio program where some studio guests were carrying on with the usual “This Instagram children” nonsense. They spoke about the literature and entertainment of their time with deep nostalgia.
From their stories, it was clear that they were in their late 40s to early 50s.
They argued that the worst entertainment in the good old days of their delusion was Lolly magazine. They smugly claimed that Lolly was “tame” compared to what we have today. They complained about “public sex” on BBN.
Dear Young Nigerian,
The worst thing you can do to yourself is allow someone of an older generation shame your sexuality or your social freedoms.
Do not permit us to denigrate you in any way.
You are doing really well. You are way better and more morally sound than us.
For one, you are aware.
You have heard talks of No means No and Rape is Rape. Some of you take it to heart. This is a privilege.
You are doing something. You speak up for your convictions. You are doing better than us. Do not let anyone take this truth away from you.
When older Nigerians complain, what most of them really grumble about deep down is the fact of the women of the BBN and Instagram age having a CHOICE in their sexual mis/behaviours.
We came from an age where Corrective Rape was legitimate by social fiat. It was generally considered okay to strip and rape women who dressed skimpily or acted poorly.
Unfortunately, some of us became parents who got the opportunity to pass these teachings of sexual deviance down to our children. Some of the rape apologists, rapists and bigoted voices around today are the children of these blighted parents.
Do not let them own the narrative for their hypocritical parents. There were no good old days. We did not turn out okay.
Continue to question. Continue to overturn the social disorder. Do not let the Dauda generation tell you shit about acceptable sexual behaviour.
Like you, we too had no sense.
Good morning.
Credit: Temii Dayo
