Pablo narrates the sexual escapades of George Manfield, a married man who wishes to remain anonymous but wants to share his life story with the world. It delves deep into how George discovered sexual pleasures with the same gender at a very young age, although remaining bi-sexual to this day. He tells his story in detail so others like him can understand what it is like to be swept away in the throes of pleasure. George believes no one is born into the orientation they choose to remain in; hence, if a man, like himself, believes himself too far gone, he should not despair and have hope of leaving behind all such amorous adventures to settle down in the natural way of life. But to achieve this, George believes they first must get help.
Pablo narrates the sexual escapades of George Manfield, a married man who wishes to remain anonymous but wants to share his life story with the world. It delves deep into how George discovered sexual pleasures with the same gender at a very young age, although remaining bi-sexual to this day. He tells his story in detail so others like him can understand what it is like to be swept away in the throes of pleasure. George believes no one is born into the orientation they choose to remain in; hence, if a man, like himself, believes himself too far gone, he should not despair and have hope of leaving behind all such amorous adventures to settle down in the natural way of life. But to achieve this, George believes they first must get help.
Chapter One
The Visit
I write, putting myself into the shoes of a young African-British man, as he tells me the world-wide, wild adventures of his sexual escapades. Passive presentations make the reportage too impersonal and I hope my chosen style drives home the intended result. Moreover, all names used are pseudonyms for legal reason and to prevent the chain of lawsuits that may likely follow. All names and companies and places of interest used have been changed for legal reasons. Although some are the right mentions, others are but a work of fiction. You may read this account either as total fiction or as a true story, whichever way you want, but that will not put the author in jeopardy and at the same time protect the narrator and his subjects. It will not also change the storyline narrated but from what I gathered, most people may in a way identify with it either now or in the future.
A tale of shocking revelations shrouded and well-protected in secrecy. This is a closed network of like-minded people in their own world and will ward off any intruder seen as a betrayal or potential betrayal. The discoveries are like unveiling the infamous mafia cartel. He only tells me he was making known those revelations to understand what it is like to be in his world while he may discover great ideas which could lead to his recovery. The activities so described were even too graphically depicted and explicit that I wondered if any publisher would accept the manuscript; hence, the lighter note I took. The entire story sounded untrue to me until he proved me wrong with pictures, chats online and followed up calls right in front of me. I cannot publish the documentary evidence due to the agreement reached with George Manfield. Famous pictures and artistes, Facebook accounts, uncountable and different online chats, traditional cell phone calls and text messaging were made available but well-kept and coded to avoid leakage. The gentleman – very unassuming and with well-coiffed hair and elegantly dressed to kill – sat before me as he relaxed to pour out his heart. He was of tall height, had well cared for chocolate-coloured skin and athletically built of a sort. He looked well-manicured and attracted attention. At a moment, he would boastfully brag about what he did and at other, he would regretfully opine. I was torn between a happy going chap who loved what he did but regrettably wished to come out. I couldn’t read his mind, but all I deduced was a guy who needed help. He had approached me because he felt my speech during a seminar which he attended had touched on salient issues he was battling with. He was hopeful I was going to be able to offer some direction of help. All these while I tried to find a point in time to prove what he told me were lies but couldn’t find any. This is a guy who by all standards came across as a very masculine and well-mannered with high doses of testosterone boiling up in him. In addition to that, he sounded very religious and even gave me phrases of religious quotations during our discourse.
He was neatly dressed and I could see he loved fashion. His coat was impeccably pressed with a spotted nice cotton shirt. He matched up with nice accessories, and I noticed his expensive Rolex watch that he wore. The reason for our meeting was hinged on counselling terms. Surprisingly, he came with a small notebook and a pen which he told me was to jot down the wisdom he would receive. That put me in a very uncomfortable position as at this time I knew what I said to this guy mattered most. I had delivered a speech recently during a summit and gave my cell number out to the audience to contact me if they needed help or for further counselling. I least expected to receive a call from this thirty-five-years-old with a master’s degree in law, saddled with enormous problems which could easily unmake him and cause great disgrace at least within the geographical area he found himself. He was working as a consultant to one of the mining firms in his location.
I have tried to chronicle his experiences and adventures as he presented it, being particular about the rawness and vulgar presentations which I have penned down euphemistically. I am sure without censorship of the choice of words he uttered, the entire piece would have been seen as another porn story. I ask for your pardon if I wrongfully use a word that may not bring the allusion he wanted and intended. I know many people have experiences of such and may disagree with some of my choices of words but it is because I try to appeal to a wider spectrum of audience and with great decorum and civility being adhered to. This is without recourse to your individual rights and general human rights enshrined in the many documents whether in your country or outside your country.
Before we set out to talk, he had pleaded anonymity since he did not want to be known but confided in me that he really needed help to stop his sexual escapades. He presented himself as George Manfield.
I have tried to summarise his story but careful to capture the entire story told.
He had narrated his life with emphasis on his sexual adventures, experiences and escapades which he vividly explained.
Don’t mistake this story as told to be from an unmarried man. He was married at the time of narrating it. He had done stuff when unmarried but still more stuff when he got married. The issues of sex had nothing to do with married or unmarried people from my counselling experience in all these years.
I have maintained that marriage was not a panacea to sexual immorality and promiscuity. Any amorous escapades need to be dealt with before venturing into a well-meaningful love and sexual relationship to last. And that getting married was also not an antidote to shying away from same-sex adventures or womanising. All these need to be rooted from source. They always come back to haunt the victim if not dealt with psychologically, physiologically, emotionally, academically, sociologically, physically and spiritually.
In the event of getting holistic help, it also behoves on the person in question to embrace with the certainty and desire to and for change. The danger is solving one aspect and leaving the others unchecked. The remaining unsolved aspect often times can spoil the successes chalked in the other areas because one bad nut causes damage to the whole lot.
In Chronicles of Sexual Escapades – The George Manfield Biography, the author, Pablo Idun, steps into the shoes and voice of George Manfield in order to relay this account. The first few chapters explain the author’s approach, Manfield’s upbringing and Idun’s background. I felt that Chapter 1 would have been better written as an Introduction rather than a chapter in its own right, as it set the tone of the story to come rather than being a part of the actual story.
From the initial explanations, I was expecting to read of the sexual experiences of a closeted, homosexual man, and I suppose, in many ways that is what is presented here. Manfield is from South Africa, and of a religious background that influences his early relationships and his overall privacy. I found the overall book to be quite sordid. I recognize that this is marketed as a ‘biography,’ but ultimately, it is smut. The early encounters appear to almost be thrust upon a young, inexperienced Manfield. However, as his experience grows, Manfield is a willing participant in a variety of relationship with both, same sex, and opposite sex partners.
I found one of the key relationships described to be quite puzzling to get my head around. On the one hand, the partner was viewed by Manfield as a brotherly figure, whilst on the other, it was one of the most significant intimate relationships he had in his early life. This was in addition to the competitiveness and rivalry between the two ‘friends’ when the partner started considering marriage within the safety of a ‘normal’ relationship. Being personally unfamiliar with same sex relationships, I found myself wondering if these ‘incestuous’ feelings were common, particularly as this was a pattern that Manfield later repeated.
There were points in the book when the author broke character and stepped back into their own shoes. I did not appreciate the way this broke the mood. By doing this, it negated the first chapter where the author explained he was going to write as Manfield.
The book is for a mature audience. It contains explicit sex scenes and descriptions of sexual acts. There is a story of sorts but nothing solid because plot isn’t the focal point, more the actual escapades. I also found the book contained continuity issues. In one chapter Manfield talks about being penetrated, but a couple of chapters later he claims never to have been in that position and is questioning how he feels about it. With some grammatical issues, little plot, no care for sexual hygiene and safety, and continuity issues including the author stepping in and out of character, I have to say, this book was not for me. I did not feel there was a moral in the story or any lesson to be learned and, therefore, it read like someone first talking about their inexperience before giving over to boast about their varied conquests. After a while, the encounters became very samey, and my interest waned greatly at an even more rapid pace. Consequently, I am not sure who would be the ideal recommended reader for this book, certainly not anyone from my own circles.