Che, do you know you are intelligent?
I smiled.
But, she continues, you are too vulgar. Can you tone down a bit. You embarrass me daily.
I frown.
But, it is true, when you are vulgar, you turn people off. People like you; they like your company, if you can talk less. You are a good person, wonderful at that but you deliberately give out vibes, odor that make people to be repelled once you open your mouth.
I blushed and grabbed a cup of coffee, lit a stick of Cohiba. You see, there are some people you don’t reply their rebuke.
Che, please nah, try and be calming down, you are involved in a lot needless battles. Conserve your energy.
Hmmm!! Ma, I should conserve my energy for more sex?
You see what I am saying. Everything must have sexual innuendo for you. You spell success as SUCKSEX, Come as CUM, Quickly as Quickiely. 
I dared to fart out a reply and said to her, humans understand better, when you use imagery they can relate to. Jesus kept using items from the fishing, agrarian, sheep herding environment of his time. If he had spoken in abstract like Karl Marx or Wole Soyinka, they wouldn’t have understood him. He tried it once and his Disciples came to him to ask him the meaning of such parable. So I try to use daily imageries that my readers can easily associate with.
But it limits your audience.
Yes, wisdom is not for all. Knowledge must be buried deep in the earth, hidden in nuts that it is only true seekers that can have the patience to burrow through, crack the nut to enjoy the fluffy wisdom.
This is cult groups, fraternities, mystify themselves, so that the initiate must go through layers of courses, rites and rituals to access knowledge, hidden from those that are easily put off by the outward manifestation of their symbols.
You are making sense.
Ma, you see, a deep reading of Pedagogy Of The Oppressed by Paulo Freire and Ngugi Wa Thiongo’o’ Decolonizing The Mind(ice it up with Franz Fanon), you will understand that the language with which you think, determines your world view.
So I deliberately employ erotica expression to get those who use religion to think, off the knowledge coded in my writing. Like a widow scrapping flesh from a jawbone of a goat thrown away by her rich neighbor, you must be patient with my writing to thrust out the juice in it. It is a marathon and not a quickie.
Che, you are just incorrigible!
