Whats in the name of sex?

represents the clearest figures yet on how much the morality of the nation has dropped.
The results alone show that the majority of Zimbabwean women whose sincerity is doubted have multi-sexual partners, and engage without protection.
Sex is everywhere. H-Metro reports that various places once thought to be sacred such as graveyards and church shrines. It is not easy to understand why family values are no longer the cornerstone shaping lifestyles. Some blame perhaps would be attributed to the economic decline that pushed many to points of desperation.
Maybe it was the proliferation of unfiltered digital content steaming in and out of Zimbabwe. Whatever it is, some of the women must take the blame for marital infidelity. Societal pressures, or a fearful glance at the biological clock, or both are forcing older singles to “settle” and in the process choosing time ahead of love. What can they then do when coming across someone with traits of Mr Right when already married to Mr Average?
For others it is a simple case of placing sex well out of the parameters of marriage and enjoying the practice as a casual, negotiable recreational activity. Women are not alone in this. The recent disclosures in the media about the Prime Minister show that it is now possible in today’s Zimbabwe for one looking to get married to “fish in many ponds” before finding a suitable mate.
In the above case, rumours of pregnancies illustrates that protection is not really a priority there. It is of course legal but it is immoral in equal measure.
Based on some of the stories in the Zimbabwean tabloid mentioned earlier, it would appear sex is a negotiable commodity. A recent story told of how a city man impregnated a prostitute allegedly because his wife had physical challenges.
The story perhaps speaks for many others. Sex has become a tool for leverage. Money, convenience, lust, need for a male heir and power are probably the big draw cards. But once some form of trust between the two consenting parties is attained, or much less when personal information is shared, protection becomes less important. The Harare man and the pregnant hooker bare testament to this. It is not the prostitutes alone on the “sex market”. The smallest hint that says, “I am in the immorality crew, how about you?” is bringing results. That probably is because there are so many people willing to cheat on their partners, therefore bumping into like-minded people is not that difficult.
Not everyone though is doing it for gain. Some are just unlucky, tricked into situations by cunning sweet talkers. In a country with such a high “immorality index”, it is really not surprising for one to wobble through one Mr Wrong after another, after another. Some loud prayers in tongues in churches may well be on that subject.
Some forms of promiscuity are purely for self-gratification. One recent H-Metro story described how a family man took advantage of his wife’s absence by jumping into the maid’s bed in his birthday suit. Granted, he had earlier impressed by buying her a cellphone charger but disregarded all courtship rituals and went playboy magazine all over the petrified youth.
What a strange method to get laid. Maybe the reporter should have asked his wife how he proposed. There is no big difference between him and rapists because it is a form of sex that gratifies one’s selfish needs without any care how the other person feels.
It is also surprising how most of society appears to detest prostitution, yet the business looks like it is thriving. If the so-called “MaIndigenous” were recording loses, then they would have folded and ventured into businesses elsewhere.
The business model appears to be holding, and its success is a damning verdict of our country’s moral standards. The longer hours some are spending together at work is letting workmates know and understand each other a lot more than their respective partners back home.
The fact that overtime has no cut off time, or that lunch periods are usually planned as an individual’s personal time makes office extra-marital relationships so convenient. Needless to say, sex has landed at the workplace with a big bang.
Lodges are reluctantly letting discreet couples find hiding places. Stories about “jambanja paLodge” are filling large chunks of space in newspapers. The other stories in the media show that any place, public or private may now be converted into a bedroom. 
It should be worrying how prevalent reckless and sometimes pointless unprotected sessions with multiple partners are as they increase the risk to sexually transmitted diseases. AIDS continues to claim in thousands, yet it appears those HIV education pamphlets are scaring only a few, or many for a very short time span. The younger generation must be looking and thinking, if the parents are caught sleeping with neighbours or the ice-cream man, then it must be so good to be worth trying. The most disheartening part of it all is that the genuinely innocent, and even those professing ignorance are caught in the crossfire.
When death is invited, it indiscriminately slashes down the population. The cemeteries are a mixture of the good that were caught up in a vicious web, and some that probably deserved to go. It shouldn’t have come to that. Responsibility deserves a chance.