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“Due date is here.”

Ik and Irene stood facing each other at the centre of their dimly lit honeymoon suite. They had waited a long time – 18 months- for this day, and now it seemed a little overwhelming. At some point during those 18months, they had begun to refer to their wedding night as ‘due date’- the day when they would finally have sex. Staying celibate throughout their relationship had not been easy, especially as they had both had sex before, but it was something they had both been determined to do; and they had. Now they were here.

“Lights on or off?” Irene’s voice was slightly shaky.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re beautiful either way” Ik said, pulling her toward him. He could sense her shyness, but he was bound to put her at ease. She was a totally different person than her usual confident self and he couldn’t wait to tease her about it later. He remembered the first time they’d met; she was standing with a group of friends in a restaurant; not the Queen Bee, but obviously the strongest- there was something in her face that made you want to know her, and subsequently as in his case, love her. “It’s okay babe, we’ll go slowly.”

She sighed. This wasn’t shyness. No way had she been celibate for the last 4 years to be shy when the time was right, no. She was just a bit uneasy, especially after the conversation she’d had with her best friend, Nona, the previous night. Nona was...

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As a writer, music has proved to be one of my greatest inspirations over the years. I’m a music lover and combining this with my self imposed title of unrepentant media addict, you can imagine how I spend a great part of each day listening to music. In particular, I have a soft spot for Nigerian music. I grew up listening to all sorts of music across different genres and from different parts of the world and perhaps that is why I’m extra interested in the Nigerian music scene as I’m constantly on the look out for new material that can compete internationally.

Iyanya recently released an EP titled Signature after his switch from MMMG to Mavin. On this EP, you’ll find a song, which inspired what you are about to read. The second song on the EP, which was also the second single released is titled ‘Hold On’. For those of you who have sworn off Nigerian music or Iyanya as an artist, forgive me for being the one to drag you back down this road but I believe, if not the song, reading this post will justify the trip.

On the first listen, you’ll...

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Men love sex. Indomie saves lives. Water is wet and Piers Morgan is a douche. These are facts we have all come to agree with and cannot be faulted no matter how you look at it. Well, you might want to challenge the first point but it is what it is.

It’s the truth guys, whether you’re having sex on the regular or once every time Tonto spells correctly, the fact remains it’s something you love doing. It however takes two to tango and this brings me to my topic today; “8 or so ways to satisfy that man in bed”

DISCLAIMER: I’m not an expert or anything. The facts expressed here are collections of the writer’s research and never (now or in the future) should the content of this post be used against the writer. Results of this are based on individuals and the writer cannot be held responsible for negative outcomes.

So ladies, do you sometimes wonder if you’re doing enough to keep that man in your bed? Do you think that he’s hitting it but thinking of...

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From the beginning, he tells you what a great friend you are — and how nice it is to finally meet someone he can talk to. You eat it up, thinking to yourself, “Yes, talking. That’s all we’re doing…”

Then suddenly things change. He seems different. Before you know it, he makes his move. He springs it upon you ever so slyly, making you feel special; making you feel unique. He’ll say things like, “Wow, my wife just doesn’t listen to me like you do.” Or, “She just doesn’t understand me. And it’s really nice to be with a woman that does.”

He’ll tell you this over a glass of Tempranillo as he looks longingly into your eyes, sweetly brushing a stray hair from your face. It’s kryptonite for the nurturing woman. And it kind of sounds like a date. A date with a married man.

Sure, on the surface, he looks like the All-American dad. On the surface, he looks like a great husband. He tells everybody that it’s OK his marriage isn’t passionate. He’s grown so much as an individual he thinks he doesn’t need wild, fulfilling sex anymore. He’d rather have somebody that’s a great mother than someone with great passion because “passion dies.”

He’s convinced himself of this.

And it’s sad because...

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Disclaimer: This piece is for single people okay? If you are married and you want to try it just to take it off your list, fine but it’s not going to be the same. Besides, the only type of sex you should be having is married people sex(*throws up*), so stay in your lane…x

My birthday has come and gone, but I’m officially now in my late twenties (you can’t imagine how long I have been waiting to write that). Last night I was reading an article, about how sex gets better for women in their 30s and I didn’t want to agree with the article because it will be a shame to have to wait till 30 to enjoy great sex. That is just wrong on so many levels.

I think that when you are thirty, you should have experienced the ups and downs of sex, and you have become more sexually aware. So in your twenties is the time to experiment and do/try all the crazy things, (you don’t have to do the “choking” thing though- so overrated). I put together a list of the type of sex that happens while you are still in your twenties. And if you are already married, well, boo hoo to you *tongue out*.

1- Sex where you go home right after because you like your bed more than this guy: The sex was great but I really like my bed and my pillows and my knight in a green suit. King Baaba, my stuffed elephant, we go back 22 years, so no guy can live up to his awesomeness.

2- Sex that is so good you feel angry that all your past sexual experiences weren’t all that great: This type makes you curse all your exes in Swahili.

3- Dictatorship sex: After years of being shy and timid about communicating what you like and don’t, you finally take the reins and tell him EXACTLY where you want him to...

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It all started a couple of days back when I changed my Twitter app. The new app was recently developed and it had all the new techy features. One of those features is the scarily vivid thumbnails of the avatars on one’s timeline. Now, by scarily vivid, I mean, the images are so refined that you can almost see all the details without enlarging it. Coming from my old app on which I hardly ever had avatars turned on, this was a major difference. First glance at my timeline and I almost didn’t recognize anyone. It almost felt like I had signed into the wrong account. I instantly took notice of the avatars and as I scrolled through my timeline, it was almost as if there was a pattern.

I’ve never been able to decide if I’m really a boobs or ass man. I’m probably stuck somewhere in between but like most men, I appreciate a well-packaged and erm… well-presented pair of ‘breastices’. By the time I zoomed into the third avatar, I leaned back on my chair and thought to myself… So…. ?

Being a teasing man, I have come to learn that the actual process of enticement or seduction doesn’t happen outside the mind. Yes, it might start there but it’s completed in ones mind. As a result, I’ve always been an advocate of ‘less can be more‘ (notice I said ‘can’ because a lot of factors go into that). I really don’t know what it is (and that’s part of why we are here), maybe education, independence, societal pressure or whatever but...

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My name is Biola. Abiola Alexander Akinwunmi. My father must have been very proud that day at the naming ceremony. Sitting beside me on the bed, pretending to study her face in bedside mirror is my wife, Bisi. The very recent, Mrs Adebisi Agatha Akinwunmi. My father would be proud of her too, his soul rest in peace. I got married this morning see. Beautiful celebration, awesome sermon, which I heard none of, but which everyone concurs, and I had eight hundred people at my reception according to George, our wedding planner. Which is sad, according to Bisi because, it means we will get at most thirty gifts. But it’s good, I’m happy. I’m married to the girl of my dreams.

During the reception, while everyone was still drinking and screaming ‘Igwe e!’, I grabbed Bisi and snuck out. I had arranged with Pastor Tim, my bestman, for my car to be waiting for me in the car park, so it was a simple matter of jumping in and zooming off, alone, to our honeymoon. You see, I’m a very romantic guy; I had a plan for my wife. None of that whole, family crowded in your house something, we were going to be alone tonight. And besides, my reservation at Hotel Senatorial, PHC, cannot waste.

Anyway, we got stuck in Aba road traffic for almost two hours. It was crazy.

Let me tell you the plan. After sneaking out the reception, and getting to the hotel in less than twenty minutes, Mr and Mrs Akinwunmi step out of their car, him in his three piece suit, jacket slung over his shoulder, and a grin wide enough to span the

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Rape: A girls worst nightmare….. you are there thinking ‘ it will never happen to me’ The truth is it can. It happened to me.

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

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Men are scum. We have been told this repeatedly by the women both on and off social media. While I’m not here today to argue against the scumness of men, partly because it’s pointless, I will like to bring to our attention a much underrated group of female scums. Now these women are equally, if not more dangerous than the male scum. I’m not talking about the women who have five boyfriends at once or the light-skinned ones who cheat on you with senators. No – I’m here to talk about women who lead men on along the path of romance, like a shepherd leading a herd of sheep, and then sacrifice them eventually on the altar of heartbreak, cleverly disguised as friendship. Yes! If you’ve ever done that to any man, I’m here to tell you that you are scum! I repeat, if you are a lady and you have at a point in time given a guy that was into you an impression that you were also into him, either knowingly or unknowingly, either in your words or actions, all the while knowing that you had no interest in dating such a guy, YOU ARE SCUM!

Scenario: Bayo had always liked Becky from the first moment he set his eyes on her at a friend’s party on campus. Her beauty, calm mien and sense of humour were one of the features that made him fall for her. And he never refrained from showing her how crazy he was about her. For the following three months after they met on campus, Bayo and Becky got closer and became like two lovebirds. They would take strolls round their school campus at night till the wee hours of the morning and then go on to talk for hours on the phone even after they got back to their rooms. He would take her out on numerous dates and serenade her with poems of how much he loved her and she also would often spend the whole day in his room on weekends and call him for hours....

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Pause.

I could be dead now. No, you didn’t misread that. I could very easily have a ‘late’ sitting snuggling as a prefix before my name. While it was there all regal and in charge, people would talk about how young she was with her whole life yet to be lived and the plain pages awaiting the ink that would mark the hitherto future as present.

I’m not dead. But I could have been.

You see, about a week ago, I left home and embarked on a journey. There was an accident, one that occurred on the bridge and could very easily have resulted in us becoming specks of a rainbow at the bottom of the ocean. The accounts differ, but the most popular was the driver thought it was a good idea to accompany his lunch with alcohol. After the incident, he also disappeared into the wind while we were left individually to sort ourselves out on the side of the road, with bushes right behind us, confused and stunned.

But this isn’t about him.

You see, every time I think about my life, I automatically project into my 30s, 40s and because I’m ambitious, even


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God hates sin! We know this. We know also that whatever is not done of faith is sin (Rom 14:23). That is a lot of things we do and take for granted. As humans, we constantly find ourselves worrying. This is sin. Jesus said clearly “do not worry” (Matt 6:25).

We are often told that God cannot abide with evil, so where does God go when His children sin? Since He cannot abide with evil, and sin is evil. Sin says we do not believe that He is, that He loves, that He cares or that He can!

Jesus walked with sinners. He saw their sin even before they committed it. He saw their hearts were filled with darkness. But He saw that they needed Him. So He stayed and showed them the Way… He went the extra mile and died for them! And on that Cross, as they mocked Him, He graciously said “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do…” (Luke 23:34).

God hates sin, but God doesn’t run away. He expels sin instead. He delivers His children from the grip of their enemy. He cares for them. He picks them up. He encourages them. He heals them. He restores them. He...


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