Online Reporter
STOP inserting poison for pleasure — your body is not a playground!
Dear sisters, what’s going on in our bedrooms and backrooms? For just US$5, women are being lured into a dangerous game of deception, destruction and desperation, all in the name of “tightness” and “virginity.”
Enter the Virgin Stick, Love Stick, Chikwanje, Pencil . . . call it what you want, but this sinister little stick is ruining lives, one painful insertion at a time.
We’ve seen it ourselves. Dealers parked outside Egodini selling these sticks like candy. WhatsApp groups buzzing with promises of “marriage proposals,” “healing dry spells,” and even “restoring your virginity” like it’s a vending machine.
Sounds like a fairy tale, right? The truth is uglier than you think.
Here’s the reality: These sticks are full of unregulated, industrial-grade chemicals. Alum, boric acid, harsh tannins, stuff that dries you out like sandpaper and leaves your delicate organs scarred, bleeding and vulnerable.
And for what? To feed a lie? To impress a man who doesn’t care if you cry in pain after the act?
We spoke to Linda from Nkulumane who thought she was doing something special for her husband. Instead, she got a yellow discharge, a burning womb, and near-uterus damage. Nomathemba from Cowdray Park trusted a friend and ended up bleeding, in pain, and unable to sit for two days.
This is not empowerment. This is abuse. You are not broken. You are not supposed to feel like fire is raging inside your privates just to meet someone’s idea of “tight.”
And to the men fuelling this madness, stop it! Your obsession with “tightness” is killing women. One man from Pumula South confessed his ex cried during sex. That pain isn’t pleasure, it is trauma.
Doctors are clear: the drier the intercourse, the more likely the tissue tears, which means increased risk of HIV, STIs, infections, and long-term reproductive damage.
Gynaecologists in Bulawayo are now dealing with burns, chronic infections, and torn tissues caused by these fake herbs. Some women nearly lost their wombs.
Even respected herbalist uKhulu Ncube from Gwabalanda is calling this madness out: “These are not ancestral herbs. These are chemicals meant to deceive.”
So what’s the safer alternative? Science-backed, body-loving Kegel exercises. Yes, your pelvic floor is your power. You don’t need a poison pencil — you need 5 minutes a day of clench-and-release magic. No chemicals. No lies. No pain.
You want spice in the bedroom? Try communication, consent, confidence, and yes — Kegels. Not chemical warfare on your own body.
Let’s stop pretending pain is pleasure. Let’s stop buying lies wrapped in pantyhose. You are not a product. You are not a puppet for male fantasy. You are a whole, sacred, powerful being. And that power doesn’t come from a stick, it comes from within.
Say NO to poison in your privates. Say YES to health, wholeness, and truth. B-Metro Cares. Your Body Matters. Don’t Die for Desire.
