When I say daddies with sugar, I don’t mean fathers walking the streets of the world with sugar all over them. When I say daddies with sugar, I don’t mean daddies who work in a sugar factory.
When I say daddies with sugar, I am talking about those descendants of Adam who have decided to be ‘extravagantly sweet.’
At a point in my years of growing up, the influx of sugar daddies in the lives of vibrant ladies was like ‘key soap’…nine out of ten houses was likely to have a bar of that soap lying somewhere so was these sugar daddies.
And lucky was anyone whose sister was in any of this illicit affair because you become a constant beneficiary to some of all that sweetness. It was actually an interesting sight watching these grown up men who could easily pass for grandfathers make silly faces and crack all sorts of unfunny jokes just to make you laugh; jokes they wouldn’t smile to themselves.
But times have changed and change couldn’t exempt the whole sugar daddy bit. Before the mere mention of a sugar daddy created a vivid mental picture of what to expect so before one meets one in the flesh, one knew exactly what to expect.
I am talking of men in their late fifties, probably reading minutes into their pensions, some already pensioners enjoying what they call ‘fruits of their labor.’ I am talking of men with protruding stomachs, coupled with irritating love handles and bushy moustaches with suits that makes them seem practically invisible.
It was very common to see the kid sister or brother of the other woman play with the ‘pregnant stomach’ of these men and they stand shamelessly to enjoy it. They enjoyed on the outside things they wouldn’t endure at home.
That was a description that would fit perfectly for yesterday’s sugar daddy but definitely not today’s. Today I wouldn’t be surprised if a potbellied man should confess to how hard it is for him to engage in such an affair, the thing is no one needs that extra flesh.
Who needs a man who wears’ suits that looks like parachute; who needs a gorilla around them when these young lads won’t stop flaunting their cuteness in your face?
Times really have changed; sugar daddy really isn’t about the age anymore, neither is it about the size of the stomach. Now sugar daddy is about someone you can relate to. It is about someone you can lock arms with whilst window shopping at west hills mall.
Sugar daddy is about someone who has a fat wallet, with that all that is to be sung is “let the girls come to papa” and that settles it.
The era of ‘parachuted suits’, and stomachs so shiny that one could tell the future by looking at it is over!!