PLATINUM DIGGER

And so this conversation has been raging for a long time now. Personally I don’t see why. Once a woman gets into a relationship with a man who happens (HALLELUYA!) to have deep pockets she goes through a number of tests (somehow or somewhere down the line ) to ascertain whether or not she is in the relationship with the man for his money. Booby traps are placed, minefields mapped out, friends/ relatives self-recruited to find out this sensitive bit of information. I mean why has it become such a grave issue if women seek to ensure before they end up in a man’s house by studying his level of financial muscle and real time money if he has the capacity to cater for her and their eventual family??? That women are branded “gold...

WHO IS A PROSTITUTE?

Someone(the someone being a man) coined a word “prostitute” and defined it as” a person, typically female who performs sexually for payment”. Another definition even adds two more names that further express the intent of the acts; a woman who engages in sexual intercourse for money; whore; harlot.” Great; now that we know what the definition is, who is a prostitute in practice. I have grown increasingly tired of men hurling the word at us in rage as the ultimate insult and debasing of a female. The day that a man ventured to call me a prostitute was the last time he did and it was the last time I viewed it as the ultimate insult. For him to know or perceive I was a prostitute, he had either encountered a few of them...

GUIDE TO A THREESOME

I honestly didn’t appreciate the value of friendship till I got older. Sort of a slow learner in that respect. You would need to build a friendship over the course of time, let it mellow like fine wine and bubble like the finest champagne. All that sounds rosy but it takes hard work also. Friendship can be complex in such a simple way. The attraction, learning about each other, respecting boundaries, the fights, make-ups, the highs, lows, the misunderstandings, external interference etc. along the line in life there are friends you drop, and you don’t quite pickup new ones as you grow older. I have three sets of trio relationships. To make it in this life you must know what you need and what you can offer in each friendship you forge. I...

THE KISS

I can remember my first kiss. I was 17 going on 18. I was pretty focused on my education and Mum’s unspoken pronouncement of murder if I walked in one day confused that somehow she would be an understanding human being if i told her that I gotten knocked up helped to keep me on the straight and narrow. Anyway, I had no time for boys, so the issue of hormones possessing me was not a front burner problem. However, Nature and humanity are real and present. The most that being focused would buy you is time; to sometimes think through the consequence(s) of possible decisions. Curiosity and animal instinct embedded in every single being who will have the ‘misfortune’ of going through teenage hood will come knocking no; demanding....

A POSSESSION TILL DEATH

Aunt Yetunde’s husband had been dead for 10 years now. I was just leaving university when he died and I could feel the pain of my four cousins losing a father, a parent who loved them. Luckily for Aunt, one was about to graduate university, two were in secondary school and the baby of the house was in primary school. Things weren’t quite easy for Aunt as she reared her children the best way she could. I sometimes wonder how she did it. I also wondered why she hadn’t remarried especially since in those 10 years Uncle Dare had lost his wife, dated, remarried and sired two children! I was proud of my mum as I heard her often check up on Aunt Yetunde. I felt comforted that if I was ever a widow, my in-laws would check in on me, make me feel less...

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