I come to you under no pretense of peace, so let me just get straight into this rant that you unknowingly requested for. Yes, I read souls in my spare time. Today, I’m coming for YOU. Yes you (abi na us) religious folk, who lack control, not to mention human decency (others will argue logic) during non-religous discourse. To help us identify ourselves, I’ve come up with four simple questions, and the answers to these questions should tell us all we need to know. Lets jump right into it, shall we? We shall.

Question One: Are you a member of any of these three religious denominations? Christian/Muslim/Men? (haha)

Question Two: Do you often engage in intellectual/social discourse? Or to further simplify, regula

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{DISCLAIMER: This post is aimed at the men but women would might be able to learn a thing a two to pass across. No knowledge is wasted, right?}

The need to remind people about orgasms is always at the tip of my tongue. I recently had a conversation with a friend who is almost thirty-two, has been married for six years and has never had an orgasm. At first she wanted to defend herself and said, “Maybe I have had one and I just don’t know.” Lol. No honey, if you have had an orgasm before, you would know. I have been doing a lot of research and practice with her, I think we are making progress (so fingers crossed). I’m not a professional sex therapist just a damn good friend. I think I am an experienced friend, yeah. I don’t even know what that means, I’m digressing.

As a self-proclaimed Orgasm Activist, I feel like I should be doing more activism through my writing since I can’t reach every single person on the planet and what is more Naked than a Conversation about orgasm(see what I did there?) I hate to start this off with disappointment, but it is important to note that you will never be one hundred percent sure. I don’t care how many women you have been with, you can never know. There will be times when you are nagged by that recurring voice, asking...

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Some years ago, I met a good man. In my head, I figured, “here is the one in whom my heart is well pleased”. I imagined the white house and picket fence. This guy was an orator, when he spoke, people listened because he had charisma and all that but with most things in life, there is the huge BUT! After almost a year into dating him, I was clueless about his bedmatics but since we had mutually agreed there will be no premarital sex, it was not out of place. I got curious after several ‘safe’ make out rounds and I did not feel any kind of bulge down there. I insisted on seeing it one day and for a man this close to perfection, he had the smallest junk when I saw it, I was shocked! Worst still, it did not make any attempt to rise to the occasion . . . literally!

Side bar: How do you know if a guy is impotent?

That said, I tried to stay with him but I had lost trust in him because I felt I really had a right to know in the early stage of the relationship, seeing as we were planning a future together. It was obvious he had a problem down there and as much as it was okay to think toys and other stuff will make up for the short fall, his bruised

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On the 30th of May, 1967, Biafra Republic was born. The three years that followed is the bloodiest period in Nigerian history and the period after that led to the incredible amount of mistrust and political volatility that has culminated in this present Fourth Republic.

However, 50 years on and the clamor for separation still seems as loud as ever, what has gone wrong? Nigeria, they say, is an immiscible cauldron of oil and water. Apparently, we must separated from each so that we can flourish individually. I find this to be an incredibly stupid idea. That we CANNOT live together? Our differences are so irreconcilable?

On first viewing, it appears that Biafra was fought for the right to secede but this is not necessarily the case. Biafra was fought for fairness and good governance, both of which Nigeria lacked in 1967. The Aburi accord sought to give the states the federalism we currently hail as the solution to our malaise but was soundly rejected by the North (even though they proposed very much the same thing in 1953 but ostensibly because of the oil that resided in the eastern region).

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So many girls/women out there are being raped everyday but no one wants to talk about it, no one wants to admit it happened or go to the police. Trust me I know the feeling.

When it happened to me 4 years ago, I didn’t open up to my family, not even my friends knew about what happened. I was scared. I felt alone and dirty. And sometimes I still do. Here’s my story….

During my Unilag days, I was the party girl who loved to just have a good time. Looking back now, I lived a life of risk, partying, drinking, sex, drugs, etc. I am pretty girl, can never remember ever being broke in my life, my dad always made sure money was never my problem. Although I was on campus, getting an education wasn’t my priority. I would sleep miss lectures because I was out until very late the previous night. Maybe I was just young and foolish or probably just missing my mum who did when I was 5. As an only child, I remember feeling lonely a lot My dad never remarried so I never had other brothers or sisters. I guess being a girl also made my relationship with my dad hard so I used to go and stay a lot with other friends in their houses. Once I was in Abuja and I went to a house party with a friend I met in school and her boyfriend.

We got there and the party was in full swing, after a while, my friend, her boyfirned and a few other peple left the main area where the party was happening and went upstairs to kind of chill. I think at some point I feel asleep because when I woke up, the party was almost over. There were only about ten people there including my friend and me left...

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Rape is a form of sexual assault and a very terrible act. It may happen anyway, no matter the number of prevention steps you take. Rape is when a person(s) has sex with an unwilling person. Sex should always be consensual, that is, it must happen between willing parties. Any sex with a person who struggles to escape you or begs you to stop is Rape, and these examples are not conclusive.

Most rape victims are women, therefore I’d like to focus this article where the shoe pinches most. In most developed

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There’s nothing anyone can say to convince me otherwise. When women get married, we automatically adorn the cloak of righteousness, especially with what happened to me some weeks back.

Right from my hay days, everyone around me knew I never joked with my sleeping time for any reason whatsoever. This is not for any health reason nor for beauty care purposes, I have just always been that person that woke in the morning and already looked forward to hitting my bed later that night.

I rarely distort my sleep pattern. I have cancelled dates/events because somewhere in my subconscious, I had

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My friend and I decided to chill in a small snack bar after a long, crazy day. While we munched on the egg-less egg roll that was served, we had the normal boys talk about love, present relationship and exes. We dwelt on the subject of exes and every negative detail we could ascribe to them.

When it got to my turn, it was the same all-too-familiar sad story my friend, Justin, knew about. I’ve been in love with this beauty—Lim—for years. Our love was solid, at least that’s what I thought while it lasted. Until she left me, just like that, without saying a word or leaving a trace of her whereabouts. Since she’d been gone, all efforts to get in touch with her proved abortive.

The worst kind of pain is when the one you once believed considered you valuable cut you out of their life. Lim didn’t even have the decency to let me know before breaking off the relationship. I was sad, distraught and heartbroken for days. And to be...

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While the names and certain details of the characters are fictional, this story isn’t.

I thought if we ever got to talk about everything that happened between us, I would get some closure. Eventually, we did talk about but it didn’t have the effect I was hoping for… I still love him.

I met Daniel at a friend’s party. He was not the regular tall, dark and handsome guy – only taller than me by a few inches. We had an interesting conversation and I thought “Hmm not bad”. I had already friend zoned him in my mind sef. Then we went from seeing movies together to him picking me up from work almost every day, even when it was not convenient for him. He was the first person I wanted to talk to when anything important happened to me and our love for music was something of a fairytale. He made me smile so much… Even thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes.

My emotions were in a turmoil. I had never felt like this with anyone else in my life (P.S. he was the 12th disciple in my line of boyfriends and situationships). We were hugely attracted to each other and this made my celibacy mantra even harder, but he respected that. When it felt like we were about crossing my invisible threshold, he was a perfect gentleman about it.

I always thought my mum’s senses worked in overdrive. That’s the only way I can explain how I got home on the weekend and she spontaneously starts talking to me about how I should not even think of marrying anybody that is not from Enugu state… No, Daniel is from the opposite side of life… Kwara State. I simply smiled and nodded. I was going to have a word with daughter number one. She usually overrides mumsy anyway. As soon as I mention he is from Kwara State, she starts begging me not to go down that path. In her exact words, it would not be worth the effort building camps in the family over someone I had only known for three months.

I thought “Well everything happens for a reason”, and there was no better time for me to be going for my masters’ degree anyway. Hopefully the time away would do me some good in letting go of whatever I felt for Daniel. The week before I travelled, I had been out with Daniel and we had one of the best times. Right before he dropped me off, we had a long talk and he pretty much took out a knife and cut his heart out for me to see. I just stared at


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At the start of this season of Game of Thrones, I wrote about its relevance to us all, comparing it to our situation as Nigerians. This kind of writing is possible because the world of the series is one of high fantasy. The easiest comparison is the world of Lord of the Rings. There’s good and evil playing out on a cosmic scale, and characters taking sides to battle it out in the name of both, with many going on quests to reach an end that is often good.

Now that we’ve finally seen the full powers of the Night King, who, aided by the changed Vicerion, has crushed the wall, we finally understand the scale of danger coming to the seven kingdoms.There’s an urgency to this danger, as illustrated by the fate we expect to befall Tormund Giantsbane and Beric Dondarrion. This urgency has forced characters to take action, and form alliances, whether holy or unholy.

Speaking of unholy alliances, it seems we are all cool with incest now. Of course we can argue that it isn’t incest if the characters

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