By Denise Clarke, Staff ReporterWESTERN BUREAU:
A RUSH of libido-inducing agents has infected several of our male countrymen; just like the Pink Eye epidemic.
I blame the proliferation of roots wines and so-called potency drinks. How else can you explain this new breed of brazen rapists, who seem to be on the prowl even in broad daylight?
There was a time, when one could just hop into a taxi to get from point A to point B. You could flag down any Lada car, and trust that you'll get to where you are going safely, albeit your heart might be pounding from the 200 mile-per-hour drive.
However, the scope of things has changed and one has to be versed in science of public transportation before venturing out. The tertiary institutions might soon have to offer courses in 'travel safety' as this business of terrorism has infected even the lowly taxicab. I must point out here that I am not blaming taxi drivers for the spate of rapes that seem to be occurring too often in their line of business. Most taxi drivers are decent, hardworking men (and women) who are just trying to earn honest bread.
'STAMINA DADDIES'
The problem lies with those 'stamina daddies' who see the taxi business as an open avenue to execute their cruel deeds. So they pose as taxi drivers and some are actually quite courteous when their libido is on the low side.
So now, taking a cab has boiled down to a science, and getting the formula wrong could cost you your life. There are the usual precautions such as avoiding tinted cars, and cars with more than one male passenger, driving only with licensed taxis and familiar drivers. Female passengers, including young girls, might well have to arm themselves to stave off any attackers in their bid to go about their lawful business.
Of course, there is no guarantee that the driver of the cab who has been taking me home for the past two years is not a rapist, but I have to try something to protect my genitalia.
OH, THAT STATUE
I have not yet seen the Redemption Song statue at Emancipation Park but I'm tired of all the furore that surrounds it. Jamaicans are too hypocritical when it comes to sex, so much so that a married couple of 10-15 years will not talk about sex, and in public pretend as if they don't even know what it is. Be real people. Don't you feel free when you are naked!
Footnote: I wonder if the naked couple is responsible for the libido rush infecting the male population. Hmmph.
