A part of me wanted to leave the place this was a very uncomfortable scene but I had to be sure of what I was seeing so I watched close that was when I realized that these girls were Tolu and Sola I almost fell and hit the door, I was sure this was not the first time because I realized that many times they would both disappear and reappear almost at the same time
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.
It bust wide open and Temitayo’s Mum asked, “Temi, who are you talking to?” He smiled. “My…” The 16 year old looked left and right for his friends but no one was there and the sudden realization he was alone put a frown on his face. “…self.”
After years of successfully detaching feelings from sex, having sex with someone you’re batshit in love with is a high like I’ve never smoked. There is something else I experienced for the first time that I didn’t even know existed, we can just sit and chill doing our own thing, not having sex and it is so lovely.
Mama always avoided beating me on parts of my body that could arouse suspicion. She usually aimed for my bare back and the back of my legs. I always wondered how exactly I made mama’s life miserable.
Have you heard about PTSD? What about Triggers, Sexual assault revictimization, secondary victimization, stigma, dissociation, grooming, stealthing, gaslighting? I hadn’t either until recently. I knew what it felt like to experience some of them but I didn’t have a word or language for them. It is very difficult to explain or describe what it’s like…
The beauty of taking my time is that I have a level of self-assuredness that is unshakeable because I know exactly who I am. Time also gives me the luxury of being present in and enjoying the moment. You know how they say people sometimes chase life so hard that they forget to live. Well, that’s not me.
See, my roomie and I had a ‘bag’ where we pooled our rubbers. It was strategically placed, for easy access so as not to stop the flow of the ‘action’, and it was always well stocked. Or it usually was. So I didn’t bother to check it when I was doing my mental rundown
Look babe, if you guys are serious about enjoying each other before kids come – and for the record I think it’s a great idea. Dave and I are doing great, and we love Jr. and this one coming with all our hearts, but sometimes, just sometimes…
In an ideal world, the need to abort a baby would not exist, but the world is far from ideal and there are many reasons women are not ready to carry pregnancies to term. In spite of the illegality of the act in Nigeria, women still undergo abortions, many of them unsafe. Why is the abortion and the discussion of it taboo in Nigeria?
Parents are often blamed for the misbehavior of their children, just as much as they’re praised for their children’s success. But to what extent are parents to be held accountable for their children? What predominant factors, outside the parents, determine who the child becomes.
What is it about revenge that feels so good? What goes on in a woman’s mind when she’s rejected or mistreated by a man that she loves dearly? What kinds of things can a scorned woman do to the guy in question? When does love turn to hate?
The final installment in a series chronicling the sexual adventures of S is about an act men seem to overlook: Foreplay