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P.D.A. : public display of affection 
   Growing as children in Nigeria , we learnt that P.D.A (kissing affectionately or just being intimate in public) was a bad thing, a sin in fact , that intimacy itself was something to be hidden , done in the bedroom away from the prying eyes 👀 of the public. Being intimate in public was something only the " bad boys " and " bad girls " did. We were all supposed to pretend people did not kiss or have sex , even talking about it made you bad. You know what people were not ashamed to do in public though FIGHT( that's for another time). 
Our parents were careful not to be too intimate in front of their children so they would not spoil us.  SPOILT : a term used to describe a child who knew what a kiss was and that adults slept with each other. I like many African children born before the millennia and the early 2ks have not seen their parents kiss, not because they don't kiss but because as I said they did not want to spoil us with the idea of a kiss. 
  Remember how you would cover your face with your hands when a kissing scene in a foreign movie came up and how you would look through the hole between your fingers. God forbid your parents saw you watching a kissing scene. I remember once we were watching 13 going 30 the movie , there was a scene where Jennifer Garner fell off a swing onto Mark Ruffalo , at that point my father walked in saw that Scene switched the channel and freaked out. LOL I finally completed that movie years later and it was a really innocent movie. 
  What I want to know was this culture good for us or did it just leave us with a curious mind that was constantly hungry and needed to be fed. Has it caused the total culture shift in Africa now?..........

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