Sunday, 30 September 2012
"We have to talk…" It was almost 9pm. He was getting in from office, and with the worst news of his career.
"Talk..?" She was busy on a dresser. "What's there to talk about?"
He stared at her through the mirror as she was working out her face. "Where are you going?"
"Do I ever ask you that question whenever you go out?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Her voice was stony. "That question should have been thrown back at you!"
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
And to the men out there, seriously, don't you want to settle down ? Is this social plight just a woman's problem or are the men also not afraid that they might become an old gent?
Here is an excerpt of my published article on ThisDay newspaper. Let me know what you think about it and how we can help address the single staus of our sisters out there. Me inclusive(winks)…
Stella was in her early thirties and still unmarried. A shrewd entrepreneur, Stella lived a very comfortable life. Living in a three bedroom flat with her mum and siblings at one of the suburbs in Lagos, she was the ideal breadwinner any family could look up to. She catered for her family like a father would since hers passed away when she was still a teenager.
She was a natural care giver. Always willing to help anyone in need. She placed others' needs before hers. As a sanguine, she easily made friends and people loved her without holds barred. She was playful, very articulate and blessed with the wisdom of a dove.
Everyone loved having Stella around. She was a mother, a sister and a friend. If you have a problem, Stella was the ideal person to talk to because she would take her time to analyse the situation and give you the best solution she can offer.
Though known for her witty remarks, Stella doesn't tolerate disrespect or injustice in any form. She doesn't waste time in saying her piece of mind when angered, even if it might hurt the other party's feeling.
With all these high points, Stella was still unhappy. She felt incomplete, like there is something still missing in her life. And there was… A man.
Stella was unmarried and each ticking of the clock caused her heart to beat faster. A ray of light gets dimmer once there is no shining knight standing in front of her asking for her hand in marriage. Often times she wondered if men out there were blind. She would stare at herself in the mirror, observing her curvaceous body, looking for signs of lapping folds, but none was visible.
She was a pretty one. She has had many men tell her. Yet they don't want to take this pretty one to mama, to their home and make her lady of their household. What was wrong with men? She will cry out aloud sometimes. Or is Cupid blind or is someone from my village planning evil against me? On several occasions, she's been to one church or the other, seeking for a miracle and a solution to her single status. After series of fasting and praying, there is still no sign of her significant other.
Stella is frustrated. Not like she doesn't have men who ask her out for dates, the only problem is that they don't want to get serious. All they want is to hang out, probably sex if they are lucky and nothing more. And with the age clock ticking closely to her ears, Stella is desperate. She is scared that she might end up single.
She had tried to adjust her manners and lifestyle like those self help books on relationship had advised her to do, yet no headway. As if life hasn't made enough mockery of her already, every now and then a friend, relative, neighbour will call to invite her to a wedding of someone she used to know; maybe a frenemy or an ex-lover. And out of frustration, she will cry out to the Lord, asking Him to grant her her heart desires. In fact, she started attending weddings in order to find the lucky Mr. Right there.
Her previous relationships have yielded no "will you marry me?" episode. They stay as much as they can until she can't stand them anymore. She is tired. What else is left for her to do? Why is she still unmarried…
There are thousands of women out there who are in a similar situation like Stella. They have things going on for them. Everyone seems to tell them that they are wife materials, yet there are no husbands looking for them. The question on their lips is always "why am I still unmarried?"
Stella is asking why men don't want to get serious and settle down with her.
So I put the question to young men who are still bachelors, why don't you want to get married?
Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN
Sunday, 23 September 2012
Elijah was among few in the Marketing
department that were not scared by rumors that spread around the company…rumors that layoffs were going to take place as the result of ongoing global financial crisis. His experience and hard work had been too obvious for his bosses not to
take notice. Twice in the past year he had been recognized with an employee-of-the-month award, and just last October he had been promoted from being a supervisor in Sales Section, to Deputy HOD, with his salary being more than trebled.
So, that Monday morning after he'd received a phone call from HRM office, Elijah guessed there was another good news coming. He gingerly walked into the HR office and cheerfully greeted some of the personnel, before he walked in to HRM cabin.
"Morning, Madam!" Greeted Elijah as he stepped his foot inside HRM cabin. His eyes flashed first on her broad classical desk that fitted well with the
decor of the neatly-polished space, before they climbed up to her light purple satin blouse that fitted well on what seemed like unadulterated bosom which made Ms. Ritha Gakere look a decade-and-a-half younger than her actual age of 45.
"Morning, Elijah." A dark-skinned Kenyan lady, Gakere, had her slender back leaned against a brand-new reddish brown leather throne. "Please have a seat."
Saturday, 15 September 2012
soon as Lucinda broke the kiss.
“You’re so beautiful, Abella,” Whispered Lucinda,
leaning slightly on Abella. “So fucking beautiful!”
What? Did I hear that correctly? Abella thought,
half shocked-half dazed. She saw a glimpse of
naked desire in Lucinda’s eyes. This is so bad! She
thought, indecisively and said “No, this is wrong!”
But in the act of betrayal, her own treasure was
“Honey,” Said Lucinda, getting her face closer to
Abella's. “There is nothing wrong to being
pleasured.” This time the kiss became a bit
And the next hour was like a slideshow…
Friday, 14 September 2012
But which do you think will help reduce the pain of heartbreak? To know about your partner's love affair with another man or woman or not? And if you would like to know about it, would you prefer they confess it to you or you just want to find out yourself?
It's the Friday Heat people...
Let the heat begin!!!
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
While in a man's world, such men may be seen as jerks or losers or even weak. Like for real, who does that? Why be in servitude to a woman's whiny tantrums when you are supposed to be in charge. You have to prove that you are a man by being the one in control. You dictate when things happen, not her.
Friday, 7 September 2012
What would be your first reaction to this harsh news especially if it's not too long ago you broke up with him/her?
Eno recently broke up with Esua. They have been on and off in their relationship for a while due to the conflict of their personality types. While Eno was an extrovert to the core, Esua was the exact opposite. Unwilling to find a meeting point, they both decided to go their separate ways. A week later, Esua came begging and after much display of emotions, they both ended up in bed. The following day, Eno still adamant to end the relationship FINALLY called it quits.
Two months later, Eno was shopping in a local market when she ran into one of Esua's buddy who told her that her ex has been diagnosed of HIV. If you were Eno what would you do?
Let the heat begin!!!
Monday, 3 September 2012
For those who don't know this beauty queen, she is a versatile actress in Nollywood. A very articulate actress, Bimbo Akintola is known for her sultriness in movies.. Most of her popular movies include: "Unwritten", "Another New Day", "The Last Oath", but the movie that brought her to spotlight was "Out of Bounds". She recently starred in the movie "Hoodrush", (I haven't watched the movie yet...)
Read and enjoy this interview.
Sunday, 2 September 2012
in this piece of writing are based on actual events,
this account is entirely fictional. By no means does
this writing intend to imply that events depicted
actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors
described are engaged in a society within, or
condoned by the author.
The sweating had never subsided.
The feeling was as awkward and hopeless as he
reckoned how stupid his ill-advised decision was,
that he almost fell into her cheap trap. Why did I
nearly succumb to her temptations?
At his house, there was no sign of his wife’s car. He
rushed inside and straight to the bedroom. She
wasn’t there. Somehow he was thankful. He'd have
enough time to calm himself down and get
prepared for their planned 'night-out.' He went on
and took a bath. Dressed up, he went to the patio..
An hour passed, still no signs of Abella. Is it traffic
jam or she has problems with the car? He thought,
before dialing her number. There was no answering
from her side. He did so for over half an hour. He
was getting restless. He checked his watch, it was
1030pm. He went back to the bedroom. Took off
his shirt. Kicked off his shoes. Jumped on to the
She tried the door. It was not locked.
Quietly she opened it and walked inside the room.
Her eyes surveyed for a moment, before they
landed on to the bed.
“Hullo, time for breakfast..." She said, melodically,
seating her sexy frame at the edge of bed,
aromatic serving-tray warming her laps.
Abella, whose back was onto Lucinda, rolled herself
over. A fragrant reality sneaked in her nostrils even
before she opened her heavy eyes. And when she
did so, she was taken aback. She could see a bowl
of chicken soup, boiled bananas and varieties of
fruits, all staring at her. Oh my God! Her heartbeat
acknowledged. “Hi Lucy, ‘morning?” Her eyes so
"Morning. How do you feel, partner?"
Abella felt a sudden hammering in her head.
"Oh Pole. You took in so much wine last night,
"Ah! Ahsante, partner.” Acknowledged Abella,
wincing. "I think it's the mixing…never tried a
strong stuff before." She stared outside glass
windows, through lacy curtains. It was daylight.
“Oh my God!” She got panicky. “Did I overslept! I
have to go, Lucy!"
"You will, partner." Was a calm response from
Lucinda. "Just have this first." She pointed at the
bowl of soup.
Baffled, Abella had her big eyes bigger. “Is this for
“Yep. It’s breakfast to start your new day."
"Oh, Lucy, thank you! But truly I should leave now.
I slept outside my home. Mungu wangu!" A night
outside her home for the very first time, gave her
fits. She dragged her body forth. Halfway off the
sheets, she realized she was actually naked, except
for panties and bra. Oh, my! She was shocked. Had
no memory of taking off her clothes.
"Where is my phone..?” She asked, her eyes
restlessly wondering around. Lucinda picked a
strawberry and offered it to Abella, who parted her
lips in acceptance. “Where is my phone, Lucy?”
“Here.” Lucinda said, simultaneously stepping aside
towards a dresser. She opened one drawer and
came up with the phone. She handled it to a
“You put it in there?”
Lucinda nodded. She didn’t tell Abella that she had
also profiled the cell phone to 'silence' mode.
There were 15 missed calls, the last one been two
hours back, around 7am. All were from Elijah. “Oh
God, no! I should call him back! I--”
“No!" Snapped Lucinda. "Don’t do that!”
“What Lucinda?" Abella was in awe. "I should let
him know where I am. He might be running to
Police stations by now.”
“I’ve done that already. Last night.”
“What? You called him? What did you tell my
husband, Lucinda?” Tension was building up.
“No I didn’t call him. I sent him a text message.”
“Oh my God! What did you tell him?”
Lucinda grabbed a cellphone from Abella and
scrawled for 'sent' messages. “Here, read it.”
Abella took the phone and read the message. Done
reading, she gulped in a huge chunk of air. “My
goodness! Why did you tell him this? How am I
going to explain this lie to him? What am--?”
“Partner, I know. I know. That will be easy…" The
calmness in Lucinda amazed even the angry Abella.
"But before you get back there, you have to first be
in control of the situation. Do you understand?”
“Oh, my God!" Said Abella, her eyes mild wet.
Quietly, Lucinda extended the tray onto Abella's
lap. “Well, take him off your chest, partner. He isn't
a man enough for you.”
“No I can’t, Lucy." Abella shook her head, picking a
spoon from the tray. "He has hurt me so much that
I can’t take him off my chest so easily.”
“You’ll have to. You are going to.”
“Lucy, he’s my husband," She chewed on a chunk
of chicken breast. "And I don’t know yet what I
should do. This whole thing is too much for me!”
“Abella, listen,” Her voice became more of an order,
than a suggestion. “No more whining, right? Be a
woman. You have me here. Isn’t that enough, at
least for a--?”
“I don’t know Lucinda. I don’t--”
“You will, unless you don’t want to.”
The two kept on trading vibes for a moment, until
when Abella was done with the breakfast.
“Ok, get up, time to go take a shower.” Lucinda
spoke, collecting an emptied tray from Abella. “Let
the water take the tension off you.”
“Oh, no. I have to go, Lucy. I cant--”
“You’ll have a bath first.” Lucinda said, matter of
fact. “Let’s go.”
“What do you--?” Abella was a little puzzled.
“I want to give you a warm bath.” Lucinda clearly
meant what she said.
“Uh-uh! Not that, Lucy. I have--"
“C’mon, Abe. Stop being foolish!"
"I can’t. Sorry.”
"You feel shy to share a bath with me?" She placed
the tray on the bedside table. "Is that your
Abella wanted to say something but stopped as she
saw Lucinda standing up and in a voice so stern
she said, “Okay, look here.” Abella's heart jumped.
A choked air slipped off her gaped lips. "Oh, my!"
She stared at Lucinda who had released the knot
that tied her purple robe, allowing it to drop off her
shoulders and stripped all the way down her
ankles. Abella was staring at the most beautiful,
fascinating morphology she had ever seen. In
shock and disbelief, an urge to move her hand and
feel the strength and beauty of Lucinda was
building inside her.
“Hey, wake up! What are you staring at?” Lucinda
said, waving her palm in a wiping motion in front of
a stunned face.
Abella jumped as if she was awakened from a
horror dream. Her left hand ran onto her heaving
chest, Oh my God, what am I thinking?
Lucinda outstretched her hands and pulled Abella
out of bed.
Abella, amazed by the physical strength Lucinda
displayed as she dragged her across the room so
easily, protested “Oh please, Lucy!”
“C'mon, it’s just a bath. B-a-t-h," Spoke Lucinda,
opening the door that led to the bathroom.
Abella, naked and shamed, took a deep breath as
she braced herself for an experience she never had
Standing under a shower-head, warm water being
sprayed over her body, Abella trembled like a chick
in a rainfall. She flinched and giggled shyly when
Lucinda dipped a soft cloth into the soapy water
and trailed it across her body. Bubbles cascaded
from her neck and over her cleavage, dribbling
down her belly, disappearing underneath.
Lucinda turned Abella around and braced her in
her slender, yet strong arms. She ran the soapy
cloth over her shoulders, down across her back,
slowly over her ample butt, with strokes that were
sensuous it left Abella humming and pressing
herself back against Lucinda. She squirmed at the
feel of Lucinda’s toned body, rubbing against her
tender skin as their bodies slightly tangled…
When they were done, Lucinda ran a towel over
Abella. “How do you feel now, Abe?” She asked,
wrapping the towel around her torso.
Abella smiled, shyly, still not believing what was
going on in her mind. Her eyes struggled to leave
Lucinda’s body that had streams of water trailing
off its gloss, naked truth.
“Let’s get out of here.” Said Lucinda, slapping
Abella’s buttocks, lightly. She took Abella by the
hand, all the way to her bedroom. The two stopped
right at the edge of the bed.
Her mind still apprehensive, Abella had her heart
pumping like a drum. She swallowed the lump in
her throat and forced herself to speak. "Lucy, I
have to be honest, I don't think this is-" Before she
was done, Lucinda had pressed her thick lips over
hers. And by the time Lucinda broke that kiss,
Abella was speechless. Oh, my God! Questions
flooded into her head. What do I do? What if he…?
As if Lucinda had read her mind, she spoke in her
normally smooth voice, still holding on her hand, "I
know you’re scared, Abe. Just let go. Trust
yourself." Then she lowered Abella onto bed. She
didn’t resist, "Promise me one thing..."
"Mmh?" The voice came out in tremors.
"No more thinking, right?" And as if she expected
the answer to be 'yes,' Lucinda attached her lips
over Abella’s, again. Time stopped.