My biggest problem was that she laid there as if it was solely a transaction. I know there was an exchange of money, but i expected a bit more theatrics. At some point, she seemed to have noticed i was bored and tried to fake moaning but I was done trying too hard.
He said, “She’s not everything I want in a woman, I am marrying her because out of the ladies I have met and I have dated, she’s the one that comes close to having most of the qualities I want”. “I never thought I would settle down with a chubby girl. I always wanted a…
I listened half-heartedly as her friends gave helpful and downright vulgar marital advice as I remembered how, a few hours earlier, a chance stop at the supermarket at Silverbird Galleria to buy additional pastries led to me almost bumping into a couple holding each other close in the middle of the provisions aisle. Something about the guy seemed familiar, and I frowned
Let us not go huddling in the shadows by painstakingly viewing it as an overt act of feminism. The questions were purely personal as we heard from the horse’s mouth and considering Hillary’s history in which she would not accept her husband’s name, it was surprising and all the more contradictory that she would describe herself as a wife first
People need to understand that in our little work in life, Our familial relationship would most often trumps personal achievements. We can trade our careers and accolades. We can put down our lives for family but can we lay down our life for career because we worked hard for it?
Also a man that would be bothered by such a non-issue imo, is a man that is not self assured and that is definitely not the man I want to be married to. If me not having the same name with you makes you feel less of a husband to me or gets you worried about how much of a man society would think you are, God forbid that I get married to you!
I remember the old man had a limp and his shoulders were always slumped, some claim it was as a result of the sacks of yam he carried whilst he was young, but even with slumped shoulders his head was always raised. He was a proud man. I remember his pride and no nonsense ways, I remember he talked like he owned the world, well in a way, I guess he did.
She laid lifeless. She was tired. He patted her legs and made a move to have sex with her. ‘Please, don’t do this. Please! You are violating me.’ She cried out. The tears ran freely, soaking her pillow. Her heart was broken. How could he do this to her, she thought
Ikeja brought back your mojo. The transformation of Opebi, where your office is located, from an idyllic cosmopolis at daytime to a sprawling red light zone at night intrigued you. You registered at one of the high profile strip joints on there so you never have to hustle nor sit in the popular side like everyone else.
What I have a problem with is, when ‘the man is the head of the family’ springs up, it is usually said to tell the wife to condone whatever she is getting from the husband especially when she isn’t comfortable with it. The phrase becomes a justification for abuse. A man can cheat, dope, steal your money, be irresponsible as a husband and as a father, he is still the head of the family…
When you are in love you never! You never dare to ask important questions. He gave me directives on how to get to his mansion. He treated me like gold. I couldn’t help but helplessly fall in love with him.
What drained me the most were the numerous things I had to do as “senior single ladies” (27yrs -37yrs according to some mothers in Nigeria) in church. The prophetic bridal dances or prophetic objects we had to carry/touch and relate to real world.
This mindset of “my husband will take care of me” is what has held some women back from being all that they can. They do not strive for top jobs or try to make smart investments because they are waiting for a man to take care of them.