On the night of my bridal shower, 2 days before my wedding, I slept with an old boyfriend. It was totally unplanned and a long story. I of course slept with my husband the night of the wedding and after.

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Three weeks after the wedding, I found I was pregnant. This was 2 years ago. My son is 1 year+ now but I really don’t know who the father is. I am afraid of taking a paternity test and also afraid of the consequences of the future.

The more I think about it, the more concerned I get. Now I am almost having sleepless nights. One day, the ex I slept with.. Continue reading...

Gbenga is a nice and dashing young man (pinterest.com)

After being stood up a few times by Gbenga, something inside me kept yearning for him. At least, we’d had a connection, and he really did like me!

So, I thought.

Maybe it was because I have been celibate for six months and probably needed to stir up the sexual steam burning inside of me.

However, I approached things with him subtly. Thereafter, we started engaging in occasional chatting on different social media platforms, and I hoped eagerly for the desires to keep burning.

Gbenga is a nice and dashing young man, a little bit pompous if I may add, but it didn’t really matter so much because most of our men are raised to be entitled.

Our First Date

Few weeks after Easter, Gbenga decided to create time for us to meet. It was a very hot Saturday, I was so lazy to go out because I didn’t have enough money to get a taxi. Gbenga kept on buzzing my phone and then, it struckme; if he really needs to see me, why the hell shouldn’t he aSk

So, I decided to write him up on WhatsApp to let him decide whether or not he was going to pay the cab driver when I arrive his location. Fortunately, he agreed even though deep down he may have had his reservations about paying a girl’s transport fare. It is like a norm in Lagos,especially when the guy knows how hard the economy is, they still shame girls who ask for assistance once in a while for minor things.

Unlike most girls, I didn’t care. I understood quite well, the difference between a good girl and a naïve one. I needed to lay down the rules, it wasn’t easy, but I embraced a huge amount of courage and I was able to pull off whatever deal I had in mind. I was really audacious, and as you’ll know, most men see “brave girls” as disrespectful and mean.

Gbenga’s House

A few hours later, I arrived his place. He descended from the balcony, from where he has been watching our car drive in. After paying the driver, he pulled me a little closer, leaned forward for a hug. His little boy was somewhat excited down there, and of course, Gbenga couldn’t hide it from the protruding bump bulging out of his blue pants.

Meanwhile, before agreeing to visit him that day, I’d already known that it wasn’t going to be an ordinary visit. And so, I laid down a few rules;

He must have a condom. Even though I had a spare in my handbag, as always.

There must be power supply, not minding the source. At least, if one must have sex, there should be some sort of comfort to make the act worthwhile.

He mustn’t have any friends in his place while we’re together. It is not a good thing because, it creates a sort of discomfort for a girl, especially after being behind closed doors for hours. Walking out of the room with some inquisitive eyes staring at you, is a deal breaker.

Phones must be put on silence mode. No distraction required, it’s supposed to be a bonding time for two adults.

And there should be water and beverages in the fridge

All these few rules, plus he has to get me a cab to take me home afterwards, because “a girl needs to be treated like a queen”.
So, we proceeded into the living room, it was a beautiful apartment with exquisite interior décor. He obviously had good taste and a knackfor good music, and slowly I found myself imagining things way beyond this date.

I felt the need to explore in my mind, there was so much to imagine and I just let myself breath in the fresh lavender fragrance that buzzed through the little eyelet of the bathroom door. It felt like a place I could rest my head, and that one place I could recreate the picture I once drew about friendship. And like a burst of bubbles, I was awaken by his warm grip on my n@ked shoulder, and then, he whispered faintly like we were playing hide and seek…. I made something small for us to chew on, while we talk.

The Supposed Talk

Please, come with me! And without doubts, I followed him like a sheep who has just found its way back to safety. We talked endlessly, and I must say, it was a good talk. I realised we hadn’t even touched the Small Chops and Asun, we were just busy sipping on the Chapman juice served on the rock. It was so chilled that my nipples attested to it. They became round, and as hard as a gumball revealing themselves without hesitation to the erected image seated before me.

Are you cold? He asked with penetrable eye contact, I shrugged a bit and replied! The snacks are getting cold, we should probablypounce on them before they lose their value. Gbenga looked firmly into my eyes and said with a smile “these lips that I’m yet to sip on, has a lifetime value” Its better we focus on getting them warmed up….. Oh! Come closerbaby, you’re so damn beautiful….

The Romance

I felt his lips gently caressing mine, like the slow motion used in erotic movies. I started to feel as though I’d been sedated? But on the contrary, that was just me trying to get out of my own head in order to get in the moment. His touches were mild and breath-taking, his tender hands fondled my breasts and without a second thought, he unhooked my bra.

I didn’t ask him to stop, in fact it was something I’d envisaged for weeks. It had to be done, at least, I needed to convince myself that he’d be as good in bed as his appearance revealed. I was having it, without hesitation my tongue toured the walls of his amazing cavity. As a good kisser, you’d probably give me that, I would be the go-to girl should you ever want to sponsor a kissing competition. Lol…

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It was finally happening…..he laid me down gently as he took off the last piece of cloth left on his body. He let his tongue travel my entire body until he finally let it settle on my p$$y. Oh wow, I was dripping wet, my juice was.. Continue reading..

I don’t know what that man smoked or where he got the effrontery to even call someone's husband, talk more insult him. I mean, who does that? And what did the wife do when this happened?

I would expect my friends (male and female) to treat my husband with the utmost respect so anyone who would have the nerve to pull this kind of stunt (whether justified or not) would definitely hear it from me!

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I have been worried for some time now. My wife has a male friend who is noted for having affairs with both married and single ladies.

I asked her to delete his phone number but instead, she called the man and told him what I said.

The man then called me to insult me and... Continue reading...

met a girl 2years ago, she was still a student and resided in a state different from that in which I reside.

I proposed to her in between the two years and she agreed. I approached her parents to marry her but they refused and asked me to wait till she rounds up her education and I agreed.

In June last year, she had an accident that caused her to be hospitalised for close to 2 months. throughout the period, I wasn’t able to get time off work to visit her, but I did send money to cover the bills. naturally, she wasn’t pleased that I couldn’t come.

She was discharged by August and went back to school, she told me she was asked to come for weekly checkups but that the doctor who was a divorcee had told her not to bother and had instead, offered to come check on her regularly as he consulted close to where she lived and She agreed.

last week she told me that she had a confession to make to me which was that she had cheated on me with the doctor. she first told me that the doctor had taken advantage on her in her room and that it happened just once. I didn’t quite believe her and so I interrogated her further. I asked her to swear that it was just once and she got scared and told me that it was not once but on three occasions that they had had sex.

I still wasn’t satisfied as I observed she was hiding something, so I went further and asked her to swear a deadly oath. Then she confessed another version of the story stating that the first time was in a hotel. That the doctor had invited her for a drink and it became late for her to go back especially as it was also raining that night. Later on, the doctor asked her to follow him to his room so he could give her some money to get a cab. On reaching his room, she changed her mind to go because it was late and she said the doctor then made advances and put her on the bed shifted her panties and they ... Continue reading..

I’m a church girl. I mean I’m the girl you’ll call “Chrife” and be right every day. Majority of my days are spent in church because there’s always something there for me to do.

It was in the church that I found my first boyfriend. We dated for three years and he traveled overseas. A year after he traveled, he told me to find someone else because he wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. Two years after he broke up with me, he came back, married another woman and took her overseas to live with him.

I wasn’t angry. God’s time is the best and I’ve always believed what’s really mine can’t be taken away from me. I was happy for him and wished him well. I was even the lead singer during their wedding.

Then I met Fiifi. Fiifi and I became close and he later proposed to me and I said yes. I’ve known Fiifi for a very long time. We both are members of the church choir. The kind of voice he has is like nothing I’ve seen in any human. The church is different whenever he leads worship. You feel fulfilled whenever he sings the solo. He’s a good man and kind at heart.

The first rule he set for our relationship was “no sex until we marry.” I understood him clearly because both of us can’t be having sex and stand in front of the congregation and pretend we are the holiest among holies. Who are we deceiving?

For the two years that we were dating, we never had sex. I must admit, we kissed but we left it there. We avoided every encounter that would lead to sex, we were that determined to keep the temple of the Lord clean.

Two years after dating, we got married. You could imagine the bliss and pride in my heart that day—for going through dating without committing premarital sex. I felt deserved of the veil and the snow-white gown. When he finally lifted the veil, the significance of the whole process dawned on me. It felt like he was unveiling something that has been hidden from view for so long. I still remember that feeling.

The first night of our honeymoon, I had a game plan—I had mentally pictured how our first sex was going to be like. I had played it over and over again in my mind and all the details were stuck in my mind’s eye.

Immediately we entered the room, I was all over him. We started kissing and got pressed together. I could feel his bulge. It got harder and harder as we kept kissing and touching. I couldn’t take it any longer. By this time we were both naked so I lied on the bed waiting for his thrust.

I was yearning for him as he laid on me to insert. As soon as he put it in, he.. Continue reading..

Instagram model, Roman Goddess, attempted to break the internet by flaunting her eye-popping assets in this raunchy video she shared on her page.

Roman in a rant on her Snapchat, once revealed she’s doesn’t easily gets turned on. She admitted that “cool cash” turns her on and causes her to misbehave.

The socialite also has an eye for beautiful clothes and she loves shopping as evident on her Instagram page.
She is a regular face at social events at the Island area of Lagos.

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Guys are enjoying these photos of a curvy lady who was paraded on a popular Telegram channel where thirsty men flock.

She sent this n@d3 photo flaunting her nice bare derriere just to prove her tonzo is real.

With or without clothes, this lady is hot, agreed but was she really supposed to prove it?

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A young man who is concerned about committing incest with his cousin sister has shared his story on a popular online forum in Nigeria for advice.



Read the viral story of an imminent incest below:



What do you take of your cousin sister showing advances and professing deep love and care?



It started when we were young, about 15 years ago. I had finished my SSCE when we had a get together at the remembrance of my grandfather, all the grandchildren showed up, and it was the first time we had met (grown up).



I was almost 2 years older, we got talking and chatting and trying to know each other. While at it, I was in charge telling her about myself, the school I attended and all. All I could observe is staring and gazing straight into my eye balls.



After the remembrance, I got to understand her looks translated into feelings where she had to ask her mum can one marry her cousin? To me I only can feel she was just a kid being childish about it. Since then we kept our cool and we're just the normal cousin brother and sister.



Fast forward till now, I'm married while she's married too. We've lost contacts for years cos of struggles and all and we only got back online talking lately, we got talking about life and delved into relationships, I got the shock of my life when she told me about her feelings for me and how badly... Continue reading...

“I am addicted to fine, strong, men. If I see a man and he is fine, and looks strong, I begin to lust after him.

I am blessed with a good paying job, so I very often pay less attention to that individual’s financial status.

My educational background and working experiences have opened more opportunities to me, created more hunger to want and have everything, and has also made me less fearful, less careful.

You just have to look fine and strong, and I will figure out a way to employ you for something worth paying for – for a...Continue reading...

After I delivered my first child—a boy, I thought I needed help. I suggested it to my husband that we allow my junior sister to come live with us so she helps with the house chores and run errands for us. My husband didn’t even blink before he said yes to my request.

My junior sister was very helpful when she came. She did a lot of things to help the house and ran most of the errands of the house. When I resumed work after my maternity leave, she was the one taking care of the baby. She made my transition from maternity to work very easier since she was there to take care of the baby and even cook for the house.

My husband didn’t have a very good relationship with her. He didn’t hate her or despised her but he hardly spoke to her or even asked her how she was doing. It didn’t bother me a lot because that was expected of my husband. He was the quiet type and didn’t favor small talks.

One evening, after using my junior sister’s phone to make a call, I accidentally opened her Whatsapp app. Just when I was about to close it, something caught my attention. I saw my husband’s Whatsapp DP among the list of chats on her phone. I opened the message and the last time they exchanged messages was just that evening—about two hours ago;

My husband: “I hope you were not bored today too?”

My Sister: “Not at all. The baby has been keeping me company.”

My husband: “(smiles) That’s great to hear”

My sister: “Would you watch tv with us tonight too?”

My husband: “I have something to do. Sorry”

I had mix feelings about the messages. In one hand, they barely exchange words with each other in the house and on the other hand, they chat happily on Whatsapp. “What’s going on here?” I asked myself. Just before I could give myself the chance to think further about the whole thing, that little voice in my head kicked in; “Don’t be stupid! there’s nothing going on. Get your head off the gutters.”

I left it there and spoke nothing about it with any of them. One night, my sister picked a bottle of water and started heading towards the bedroom so I asked her; “Where are you taking the water to?” She answered; “Edem wants it.” I questioned; “How did you know he wants water?” “He sent me a message to bring him water,” She answered.

From that day on, I decided not to worry about them again. They’ve made a choice to communicate through messages. If it serves them well, so be it.

Some months later, I returned from work to see my junior sister lying miserably in bed. I asked her what the problem was and she said she had been shivering since morning and experiencing headache and has been very weak to even move around. “Malaria,” I told her. I gave her some painkillers and asked her to go to the hospital the next morning.

I stayed home to take care of the kid while she went to the hospital. When she returned, she said the doctor confirmed it was malaria and gave her some drugs. She then went straight into her room to sleep. Some minutes later, I went to her room to see her sobbing. “Are you in pain?” I asked. “Yeah, my head aches badly.” She responded. “Take your drug, you would be fine,” I told her

Later in the evening when she entered her bath, I went into her room and checked the drugs she was given. None of them was a malaria treatment drug. I checked the sheet among the drugs. It was a test result. She tested positive for pregnancy. “What!” I screamed in my head.

I rushed to the bathroom with the paper in my hand; “You are pregnant and lying about it? Who made you pregnant?” She didn’t respond. She kept sobbing. “Who made you pregnant?” I asked again. Again, she didn’t respond. I screamed; “Who made you…..just before I could end the question, I heard .. Continue reading...

True confession: My Daughter and I are pregnant for my boyfriend.
I am in my early 50s. I am divorced; have been for more than a decade. I live on my own with my three children.

About a year ago, I went into a relationship with a man four years younger than I am. Being married, we meet in my place. As a matter of fact he has the key to my flat. It was better than going to hotels.

Besides, my daughters were grown up to appreciate that I need a man in my life. Well, I thought I could trust him so I gave him permission to come to my house whenever he likes I am in or not. I also assumed my daughters were responsible enough to see him as their father. Unfortunately, I miscalculated. Unknown to me while he was having affairs with me, he was also sleeping with my two older daughters.

I didn’t know what was happening until I took my elders daughter to the hospital following her persistent complains of malaria. I also haven’t been feeling well; so decided to visit the hospital with my daughter.

When the result came out, we were both pronounced pregnant. I was shocked because I didn’t expect to be at y age since I have been having irregular period in the last two years.

At 28, my daughter has never been pregnant. I was happy for her thinking it was the man I knew her with was responsible. Then, it didn’t even occur to me that he [my daughter’s fiancé] has been out of Lagos for three months.

It wasn’t until we got home that the real problem started. We met my boyfriend at home. While I was still thinking of how to break my news to him, a text message came to his phone. After reading the text, he became very agitated so much so he lost concentration.

I was so concerned. I forget what I was about to say and snatched the phone from him to know what got him me very suspicious; I quickly transferred the message to my phone before handing it over to him. I did the transfer while he was struggling to take the phone away from me so, he wasn’t aware of what I did.

I almost fainted when I read the text and discovered it was my daughter telling him that we were both pregnant for him and he should tell me to abort the baby since she was going to keep hers.

She told him if he.. Continue reading...

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My name is Obot and I am 30 years of age and a banker. I got disvirgined at 18 years and was committed and faithful to my boyfriend for 7 years. Six years ago, he impregnated someone and the family of lady forced him to marry the girl. I was so bittered and pained because I gave him my soul, body and heart.

During the time we dated, I met good guys but I loved him so much that I couldn’t cheat on him.

I was in a state of brokenness, hurt and pain when I met this married guy, we have been dating for 5 years. He takes care of me very well and I love him. My family wants me to settle down but I hate single guys with... Continue reading...

I woke up one morning, went through my clothing and realized I had all the colors of the rainbow in there. The pink and white dress was for Adwoa’s wedding, I remember. I remember also that I wore the turquoise and white gown to Suzy’s wedding immediately after school. The royal blue and white dress was what I wore for Mansa’s wedding recently. I was the bride’s maid for all of these weddings and twice I was the one who caught the bouquet. If the tradition was true, I should have been the next to marry but here I am, still single.

Growing up, my parent thought me three basic things;

a) Keep your virginity for your future husband. Men respect women who are chaste.

b) A woman has to cover up. There’s no need showing your body to the world. Your body is for only your husband


c) The way to man’s heart is through his stomach. Get good in the kitchen or else, your beauty will lead you to marriage but your bad kitchen skills will bring you back home.

These three lessons stuck with me like glue and my parent ensured I lived every day following these lessons. I didn’t have a male friend when I was young. It didn’t feel right to have one. I thought it would be easier to fall into temptation if I kept a male friend. Even in church, my relationship with guys ended after church service. Guys who for a reason or two ended up in my house looking for me had my parent to contend with. That was the case until I became a boarder in Senior High School.

In high school, I met Asantewaa and she became my best friend until we completed school. Asantewaa was everything that I was not. Though she was a member of the Scripture Union(S.U) in school, nothing stopped her from doing things you wouldn’t expect from a member of the S.U. She had a boyfriend in school and by the time we were in our final year, Asantewaa had broken all the rules in the school. She would leave campus without exeat, visit a boyfriend and sometimes spend some days. She would come back to school and tell me everything she did while away.

I loved her spirit of adventure but I couldn’t do it too because I had a promise to keep. A promise that was supposed to ensure a better future for me. She wouldn’t take my advice and saw no need for chastity when in her own words “sex opens a lady’s eyes to the world.” We were able to maintain our friendship because, upon all her wild life, we had one thing that kept us together; prayers. She never skipped S.U prayer meetings and she never skipped church services.

After senior high school, we both had admissions to different universities and gradually lost touch.

I shared a room with Suzy at the University and we became friends immediately. She was a passionate reader and a movie addict. She didn’t go out a lot since she always had something to watch on her laptop. Her boyfriend, Louis, came around very often and I became friends with Louis too because of his easy-going nature. Suzy didn’t judge my way of life though she always insisted I should lose up. She respected my choices and encouraged me through thick and thin. One afternoon, during our usual conversations she said; “I understand your decision of staying chaste and keeping it for your husband but how would you have a husband if you don’t get a boyfriend?” she continued, “Husbands don’t just happen. Boyfriends become husbands.”

She was right. Whoever becomes my husband would be my boyfriend first. I started opening up to the idea of dating. But the rule was simple; we would be just friends at first and when we were sure of each other, we would then decide to marry but no intimacy before marriage. I spelled the rules out to whoever came my way. At first, they seemed to have understood it but as times went on, they changed and begun asking for the very thing we decided to avoid until marriage.

Most of my relationships didn’t work out. From the second year on campus to the final year, I dated three guys and the longest time I remained in a relationship was seven months. I didn’t know what wasn’t working for me. Apart from not providing an opportunity for intimacy, I thought I was doing fine with them. But somehow, they all left without giving me any reasons. They started by not calling and then not receiving my calls and later stopped seeing me. I wasn’t bothered so much because I knew what I wanted. I knew my upbringing and I knew it was the only right way to make my future man happy.

Suzy got married to her school boyfriend some few months after graduation. I was the bridesmaid and I couldn’t be anything but happy for them. I remember recounting the stories of their relationship in my head during the wedding ceremony; their little fights and some moments when they were not talking to each other. I remembered how I had to stay out some nights because they needed the room to do their own thing and how one night they did it while I was sleeping right in... Continue reading...

I was nursing a broken heart when Uzo came along. The boyfriend I was dating for the past three years just walked out on me. He found another woman. He fell out of love with me so he could love another. It happened so sudden that it threw me off the emotional balance. I shelled myself in so the world could go on with its drama, without me.

My friends tried to pep me up to face the world again. I told them; “It’s not easy to be back on your feet again when someone you love walks away.” They insisted that I should come out of my shell and be the woman they once knew. I listened to them and started hanging out with them again.

It was one of those hangouts that I got to meet Uzo. He sat next to our table and watched as the party went on. My friends were having fan but I decided to be a wallflower. Then he said hello to me. I responded. It grew from hello to a full-blown conversation. He was witty and had a way of making you laugh without breaking a sweat. We spent our time at the party talking to each other and laughing about everything as though we’ve been friends like forever.

“I want to meet this guy again,” I said in my head. I really wanted to meet him again but I wasn’t going to ask for his number if he wasn’t going to ask for mine. When the party was over, my friends came to me. That was when he introduced himself to us as Uzo. “Uzo is short for Uzoha,” He said. We all took turns to introduce ourselves to him. He asked for my number and I gave it to him. I didn’t ask for his. I didn’t want my friends to start getting ideas.

We got home very late that night but I was expecting his call. He never called. He didn’t call the next day or the day after. “Get your hopes down, girl. He’s never going to call,” I said to myself. I stopped thinking about him and started thinking about the boy who left my heart in pieces. It was a very tough time for me trying to forget the three years I spent with that guy. I knew I had to forget but it wasn’t easy.

I had a call one morning. It wasn’t from a number I had on my phone. I said hello. The voice from the other side, a male, responded; “Are you the woman who sells egg at the junction? My chicken just laid some eggs, I don’t like it so I want to sell them.” “Sorry, you got the wrong line,” I responded. Then he started laughing. He said; “This is Uzo and I’m sorry it took forever to call you.” I was thrilled, shocked, confused and…..and…..and….. Continue reading..

met him in church one Sunday morning. He sat next to me and I couldn’t help it but recognize the kind of gentleman he was. He was soft spoken and had this shyness on her face anytime he tried to talk to me. During the service, I realized he was finding it uneasy to sing along with the church because he didn’t come along with a hymn book. I shared mine. We both sang from the same hymn book and got closer as the service progressed.

After the last grace was said by the priest and the church dispersed, he turned to me and said thank you. I smiled and asked his name. “I’m Martin,” he said. “Nice meeting you Martin” I responded. But before I could turn around and leave, he told me; “Actually, this is my first time being here.” Amid smiles he continued. “and it’s great finding a friend at my first time in church. Do you mind if I called you sometimes?”

We exchanged contacts and left each other’s presence. Truth be told, I was going through the hardest times of my life. The man I’ve dated for about two years just called it quit and I was very devastated. I was nursing my wounds when Martin came along. He kept crossing my mind all week but I resolved not to call him until he does. He never called until we met in church again the next Sunday. Inwardly, I felt guilty for thinking about him the way I did all week. That’s girlish. But we had another good service together, singing from the same hymn book and making fun under our breath.

After the service, he called when he got home. We started chatting on Whatsapp and grew closer together as the days pass. I shared my story of broken relationships with him and he was kind enough to offer soothing words. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t condemn my actions or sought to give directions as to how I should have handled things. He gained my trust that way and I opened up more. He told me a little bit about himself. Nothing of note though, but I was happy he was overcoming his shyness. We grew closer and closer until finally, after about six months later, he made it obvious that he wanted us to date.

He didn’t propose to me. I don’t remember him telling me he loved me or wanted to be with me. He loved to act than to use words. We spoke more about it and decided to be in a relationship. He already knew my fears and easily accepted the conditions I laid down for the relationship. I told him; “I don’t want sex now. At least, if it should happen, it should happen after marriage, that is if you have any intention to marry me.” He only nodded and smiled. That day in his room, I remember we had our first kiss.

It was awesome! A lot of things started running through my head. Hey, I wasn’t a nun. I’ve had sex before and kisses this intense usually lead to sex. I remember grabbing him intensely like my whole life depended on him. I was shaking. I wanted something more than the kiss but I held on. He was gentle. The farthest he could go was to hold my head in between his palms, look me in the eyes and kissed intensely. I couldn’t breathe. I gathered the little strength in me and pulled away. I was panting like I’ve been running around for hours. The next words that came out were; “No more kisses until marriage. I mean it.”

For the next two years, we didn’t kiss and we never had sex. The farthest we went was to hold hands, lean on each other and occasionally cuddle. Martin was a good boy and I loved him dearly. We decided to get married after two years of being together. When we started counseling, our pastor wanted to be sure if we’ve had sex before. We had all the pride in us when we answered no. I don’t know if he believed us but we were telling the truth and didn’t care if he did. He only told us to be careful since it’s at this stage that all manner of temptations creep in. We knew our strength. We were sure we could scale above all temptations.

Our marriage arrangement was to have the traditional wedding and then do the church wedding in six months later. We started having troubles. The urge to have sex became greater. After all, we were going to marry so what stops us from having sex? In my mind, I wanted our first sex to be special. I wanted to blow his mind off during our first sex and what better moment to do it than to wait for the honeymoon? this thought kept me going. Two weeks before the traditional marriage, we spent most nights together in the same room and on the same bed. We had a lot of errands and arrangements to do and it was better we stayed together. But sex had a way of creeping into our minds.

I remember one night it turned into a serious scuffle. Martin wanted it. I’ve never seen him so aggressive. He was pushing and struggling with me to allow him to have s*x. To him, we were already married and didn’t see the reason to still cover the cookie. I implored. I fought him. At some point, I wanted to scream. What the pastor said was ringing loud in my ears; “it’s at this stage that all manner of temptations creep in.” Amid threats of screaming and loud prayers, I won and slept in peace. That wasn’t the last. We kept having series of minor fights because of s*x.

Days to the traditional wedding was tough. We could go all day without talking to each other. He was angry and I was angry. S*x was killing the beautiful thing we had together. But we soldiered on. Finally, we did the traditional wedding. The pastor was there to pray and bless the union. During his sermon, he complimented us for staying chaste all this while and told us to still be strong and keep it till after the church wedding. I could see my husband restless and with a subtle frown.

The night after the traditional wedding we had a fight. Our first fight as husband and wife happened on a night we ought to be happy together. What brought the fight? SEX! Not That I didn’t want to have sex, I wanted to but the time wasn’t right. So I told him; “Didn’t you hear what the pastor said? This is not the real marriage so we can’t have sex. Hold it together. We are only six months away.” After saying this, my new name was launched; “Madam-We-Can’t-Have-Sex, I hear you but tomorrow, I’ll have s*x somewhere else.” Did you hear what he just called me? Madam-We-Can’t-Have-S*x? At this point, I didn’t care who he would have sex with if only.. Continue reading..

Hello Guys,

I think we need to talk. It’s about time. Yesterday I was on the phone with a woman. She was hurt. What was the reason for her hurt? Your guess is as good as mine. A guy she loved is no more interested in her. She’s been crying. She needed someone to talk. I was that someone. There was nothing I could do to calm her hurting heart. The cut went too deep and she has been bleeding. Her final words were, “I don’t think I will ever trust that deep again.”

You know what that means?

It means another guy, will have to clean up the mess you created. Not only that. It means another guy is going to be punished not for a mistake he’d committed but a mistake you have committed. We all need a woman who will trust us just enough to have a happy relationship with us. You’ve taken that trust away, how then do we get them to trust us?

It was beautiful when you met her. She didn’t want to be with you. She wasn’t convinced she was making the right choice by saying yes to your proposal. But you did everything right so she would be convinced that you are the one. You said all the right things. Took her to all the right places. You actually made her feel she would be making a huge mistake to say no to you. She’s a woman. Sometimes she needs to belong so she said yes. Finally, she’s your girl. All she wanted was for you to continue to be the sweet gentleman she fell for. Is that too much to ask?

Then, one day things started changing. Communication became one-way; if she doesn’t text, you don’t text. If she doesn’t call, you don’t call. Even when you’ve seen her missed call, you wouldn’t call her back until she calls again. She has to beg you to be available for her. And when you’ve finally agreed to be with her, you fidget with your phone until you leave. She’s not a fool. She saw the change and asked you about it but you said nothing was wrong. Not that she believed your answer. She only trusted you’ll soon come back to normal, from whatever is worrying you.

She is not asking for too much. She asking you to be that guy she fell for. That guy who took her out for a drink and brought her back home. That guy who called her early in the morning and asked how her night was. That guy who sent her the last text of the night to wish her sweet dreams. Just be that guy. That is all she’s asking for. But you won’t because you think you are ..Continue reading...

I’ve been in philanthropic works for the past fifteen years and it was through my line of work that I came into contact with my husband. He donates extensively to NGOs, orphanages, individual projects and also donates a huge chunk of money into research projects.

He’s a wealthy man. He owns one of the biggest local enterprises in Ghana. His dad started the business and built it into a great business. As the only son of his parent, he became the automatic heir to the wealth of his parent. His father made him the deputy director of the company when he was just but a fresh graduate from the university. After eight years of understudying the father, his father resigned from his position and made him the CEO of the company.

Work brought us together. It was in early May of 2009. I had signed up to become a volunteer for an organization whose goal was to help children suffering from diseases that are expensive to cure. What we did was to meet the parents of these suffering kids and arrange with organizations and individuals who are in the position to provide assistance to help cure the sickness of the children. I’ve always loved children.

Then he came along. I was in charge of negotiations that sought to bring him on board as the patron of our organization. He fell in love with the vision of our organization and after a month of negotiations, he signed to become the patron. we worked together on various projects. He was always there. He wanted to ensure his money and resources were being used for the purpose it was requested for. I was always on phone with him or traveling to places where our beneficiaries were.

Over the months of working together, we became entangled at emotional levels. I turned down his proposals several times. I thought it was against the etiquette of the job but he was relentless. Finally he convinced me that what he had for me wasn’t just a fling but a real thing. I accepted his proposal and later resigned from my work.

We dated for over a year. Through it all, he gave me nothing but pure dedication and commitment to the relationship. He could do nothing wrong. He was humble and loved to see me smile each day. So when one day he suggested we got married, I didn’t hesitate. We had a wedding and I moved in with him.

He had tough business schedules but he had time for me. Whenever he was home, he wouldn’t pick any business calls unless it’s urgent. He would usually pick calls from Mathew. Mathew, he told me, was his best friend since childhood. They attended the same schools up to the university. He was the best man for our wedding. I knew Mathew very well too because he came home very often and he was almost the right-hand man of my husband. Everything was working for our good in our marriage and I had nothing to complain about.



I had returned from a three day trip to my parent one evening and before I could put my bags down, the security man came to tell me he would like to have a discussion with me. We sat in the hall and the first question he asked was; “how well do you know the relationship between Mathew and your husband?”

I was baffled. I didn’t know how to answer him. I thought he had no right to know the answer but then again, I wondered why he could even ask such question in the first place. My curiosity was triggered so I said, “both have been childhood friends and do a lot of business together now. Have you forgotten Mathew was the best man for our wedding?”

He gave me a blank stare. As if he was satisfied with the answer I gave him. I was expecting him to say something but he only stared at me sternly without blinking. This security man had been working with my husband’s family for close to ten years. He’s quite an intelligent man.

I asked him, “Is there anything you would like me to know?” He dropped his gaze down to the carpet and said in a low voice..Continue reading..

He wasn’t always a pastor. At least, when we met eight years ago and fell in love with each other, there was no indication that he was going to become a pastor. His dream was to become a lawyer. He loved to talk to people and loved to argue his case firmly. I didn’t doubt his capability to turn out a lawyer because he was cut for it. The day he proposed to me, the only word I could think about was a yes. I said yes and till date, it remains one of the happiest days of my life.

We dated for about four years until we both agreed to get married. I introduced him to my parents and siblings and he also did same. I remember that afternoon when he came over to see my parent, the only question my dad asked him was; “what do you do for a living.” At that time, he was the administrator for one of the private hospitals in Accra where he had worked for some months prior. But he told my dad; “I’m a lawyer in the making but at this very moment I’m working as an administrator for a hospital.” My dad smiled knowing I was in a safe pair of hands. We planned to get married the next year and started earnest preparation towards that.

Six months before we got married, something happened that changed us forever. I’d gone to visit his home and had slept over. That dawn he looked restless as if something was bordering him. I asked several times but he kept telling me everything was alright. At dawn, just about 17 past 1am, he woke me up from my sleep. I remember the time very clearly because I looked at the wall clock, wondering what it was that he couldn’t wait until morning to tell me. Then he broke the news to me…

“Dear, for about some months now I’ve been receiving messages from God through my dreams. He’s calling me to be his shepherd. I’ve ignored the message for so long but the dream keeps coming. I think it’s about time I heeded the voice of God.” “So are you going to become a pastor instead of the law you’ve always dreamt of becoming?” I asked. He looked at me and said, “It’s not my call anymore, it’s the Lord’s.” I remember how I couldn’t sleep again that night after listening to him. All my life I’ve never thought of marrying a pastor. I know my way of life and it doesn’t suit the ways pastors’ wives are required to live their lives. Not as if I’m the worst sinner. I just don’t like the conformity associated with becoming a pastor’s wife.

The next morning I told him what I’ve thought about all night. I sat in the corner of the bed while he sat at the edge of the bed on the other side and listened to what I had to say. I told him; “You’ve been the love of my life and all this while I thought we had everything figured out until last dawn. You claimed God has called you. I won’t oppose your acceptance of his call but hear me out. If you had to become a pastor, know that I’m also free to become whoever I want to become. I would be under no obligation to act in any manner that’s against my free will. I won’t serve any position in the church and I won’t be under any obligation to act as the mother of the church as it’s expected of pastors’ wives. I want to also live my life—a life free from strings attached to your becoming a pastor. If we can’t agree to this, then it’s better we both go our separate ways.”

Something on his face gave the expression of a shocked man. He didn’t expect to hear what I said but I needed to make things clear from the onset. I needed assurance for my life too. He stood up from the bed, took some few steps towards the washroom, looked back and told me; “You will be fine. You are a good woman and I trust you wouldn’t do anything to hurt my position as a pastor when the time comes.”

That was the last time we had a conversation about that. Life was normal and the relationship grew stronger amid his incessant absence because of the pastoral school he had to attend. Two years into our marriage, he was ordained a pastor in the same church that we had our wedding. Then the storm of our marriage began.

I got pregnant for him when he was in the pastoral school. He convinced me to abort it since he was in school and he’s not.... Continue reading...

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She Confessed She Was a Lesbian Just a Week To Our Wedding. What Was I To Do?
As Told By L.A. Sampson
by Silentbeads
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I’m not sharing my story to get sympathy from the public. I don’t need sympathy, I only believe someone out there should hear my story. I’ve been thinking about sharing my story with you the day I read the story you published about the woman who found out her husband was gay. I didn’t find out she was a lesbian, she confessed it a week to our wedding.

I’ve dated a lot of women I had the intention to get married to but most of the relationship didn’t work out. They leave me just when I thought everything was going right. Most of the excuses I got were either flimsy or confusing; “I don’t think I’m good enough for you.” “I believe another lady will serve a better wife to you than I am.” “You are too good to be around a woman like me.”

I keep getting these excuses from women I’ve loved and had plans of settling down with. At some point, I thought there was something about me that drove these wonderful women away. I started having low self-esteem when it came to women. I found it very hard to even approach a woman because, in my mind, they’ll eventually leave me just like all others. I stayed out of a relationship for about three years just to think things over and find out what was wrong with me.

In January 2013, I found a new job. My old job was good and paid very well. This new job was a step better than the old one and I loved the challenge it presented so I didn’t think twice when the offer came. Five months into my new job I found Adjoa. Well, I didn’t find her. She was actually introduced to me by one of my colleagues. It was at the colleague’s birthday party. I was a little bit drunk. That could only explain why I had the confidence and the courage to talk to Adjoa throughout the party.

Our conversations continued after the party. We got used to each other and finally, I proposed to her. She said no. I engaged the services of the colleague who introduced her to me to help me get a yes from her. She said yes. Finally.

She became everything to me. We never had a fight or even quarrel. Life was good between us and we appreciated each other very much. I realized my presence meant a lot to her so I always made it my priority to be with her at any chance I got. Have I said already that we never had a fight? Well, that means a lot to me because in all of my other relationships there were fights after fights until final goodbye. Relationship with Adjoa was different. The only thing lacking was sex.

She laid the rule very early in the relationship. She didn’t want sex until we were sure of each other and are ready to take the relationship a step higher. That didn’t bother me. I’ve had sex with people I loved and they still left me. If this doesn’t want sex and is ready to be by me, why have a problem? It was all fun between us and marriage was the next obvious step to take. We started planning towards marriage. It happened fluidly without our conscious knowledge. It was the day I and my family were going to meet her family that I realized things were getting serious.

We went for the marriage list and decided on the date for the traditional marriage and the white wedding. Everything was in a flow and I was enjoying the whole ride. For once, I’ve gotten closer to marriage than I’d ever been with all other ladies who came into my life. That was to me, a huge relationship milestone.

One morning. A week before our wedding I had a message from Adjoa; “Come and see me quickly after work. We need to talk.” For the first time in my working life, I worked all day with absent-mindedness. I was thinking what might be the issue. My mind kept racing with a lot of stupid thoughts; “Is she going to call off the wedding?” “Oh no, she can’t do that. We’ve come too far for this to happen to us.” “Or maybe she found out about my past and want to leave me.” “hmmm… but what is it about my past that’s so bad that she would leave me based on that?” All sort of thoughts kept running through my mind.

Soon, work closed and I hurriedly run over to her house. I knocked on her door. Three times; knock, knock, knock. Nobody answered. I called her phone. Switched off. Turned the knob of the door. It opened. Stuck my neck in first. Nobody was in the hall. The TV was on. Her fragrance was all over the hall. I got curious.

I took in a very deep breath hmmmmm….just to fill my lung with her fragrance. I walked to the door leading to the bedroom and knocked. Silent. I called her name three times; “Adjoa….Adjoa…..Adjoa.” Still silent. Turned the knob and click! It opened. I called again; “Adjoa are you there?” No answer. I stuck my neck in first again and……

“Wow”…”Woooow!” this time I screamed it. She planned it and she planned it very well. She got me. She was lying on her bed naked. When I say naked…I mean naked. I’ve never seen her naked since we started dating. I knew she was beautiful but what I saw that day was more beautiful than I’d ever anticipated.

She beckoned to me to sit next to her on the bed. She told me, “Just so you know nothing is wrong with me, I present my unclothedness to you. Don’t have any doubt, it’s only a week to our wedding.” “I don’t have any doubt,” I said. “I’ve always known you want our good.”

And then she hit me with a mall hammer…

“I’m glad you don’t have any doubt. I have doubt.” “What’s your….before I could complete my statement, she snapped, “I’M A LESBIAN and I doubt if this will work.”

“You….you…you’re what?” I stuttered. I normally stutter when my heart is breaking or when I have to respond to things I have no answer to. I repeated, this time trying not to stutter; “yooooouuuuu aaaaaar what?”

She started ranting;

“I don’t even know who I am. What I know is, I’ve never enjoyed sex with any man. It feels ordinary and eventless. I won’t lie to you, I’ve had girls and they’ve been the ones to turn the switch on for me. It’s like they care about what they are doing to you, men I’ve had don’t care. They do it selfishly and what they do don’t get to me. I promised not to do a man again but you came along and I wanted you….”

Care. Switch. Selfish. I wanted you. These words and phrase from her speech kept ringing in my head. I left and drove away. It was a Monday. Saturday we were going to get married. I switched off my phone and slept. I should have been disturbed but surprisingly, that night, I slept like a baby. Once or twice I woke up in the middle of the dawn and thought about what happened but I had a good night sleep. When I woke up in the morning, the words started coming back to me; “Care. Switch. Selfish. I wanted you.”

I sent her a message; “Why are you telling me this? We have only some days before our wedding.” She replied; “I thought of not telling you. But my heart couldn’t stand the thought of keeping this secret. You are a good man and you deserve better.” That last sentence sounds familiar right? Yeah, they all say that when they want to leave. I sent her back; “Do you think you need help?” She replied; ... Continue reading...

I’ve been married for two years now. I’m married to a good man. Sometimes I lack the right words to describe how good my husband is. He provides everything and even provides for my fears. Ike senses my fears and strives to make things right for me.

Before I met him, there was Sam. Sam is short for Samuel. He insisted I called him Sam because he couldn’t connect to the Samuel. I didn’t know why that was but that was the explanation he gave me.

Sam was my kind of man. Physically, he had everything I wanted in a man; Tall, well-spoken, handsome and broad chested. He had a way of making a woman fall for him so deeply that you would do whatever he asked you to do without thinking twice. He was cunningly manipulative. It’s so subtle you wouldn’t know he’s manipulating you to serve his purpose.

We had plans of getting married. He talked about it often but did very little to back his claim. His goal every year was to marry me the next year. Just when the year was about to end, he would start changing his plans. That didn’t bother me until he did it for far too long. I got the impression he was just playing tricks on me or it was one of his usual ways of manipulating people.

We fought about it a lot of times. He kept giving me the same excuse of not having enough money to settle down. Not as though I wanted to marry him by all means. He was my man and I deserved to know the goals for our relationship. I deserved to believe the relationship was worth my investment. We kept seeing each other but nothing changed.

Four years into our relationship, nothing had changed. Same old promises and fail. I opened up my options and started meeting new people. I thought of getting him jealous so he would saddle up and be a man who kept his word. That was when I met Ike. Ike is the man I’m living with now. We dated for two years and got married. Talk about a man who knows what he wants.

You see, when I realized Ike and I were getting serious, I told Sam about it. I let him know I’ve met a man who was serious about me and wanted to marry me as soon as possible. Sam didn’t attach any seriousness to what I said. It was a joke to him until the day I told him it was over. I packed the things I had in his house and walked away. He didn’t pursue or even tried to stop me. For a whole week, he didn’t call. Usually, when we had a fight, I was the first to call so I guessed he took this to be one of those usual fights.

I didn’t call. He didn’t call. Then he called. That was nine days after the fight. He didn’t call with an apology. He called to flex his ego. I cut the line and didn’t pick any of his calls and didn’t answer any of his numerous messages. He started using threats to get my attention. That didn’t work, too. I was so deeply in love with Ike and nothing could scare me.

I moved on and settled fast with Ike. He got word of my new relationship with Ike and started talk-thrashing me. He told friends that I left him because he didn’t have money and even called me a gold digger in front of many others when we attended a wedding of one of our mutual friends. His bitterness surprised me because I thought he’d moved on after a year and half of our breakup. He didn’t move on. He harbored ill intentions towards me, but who was I to care?

The day I posted my wedding invitation on Facebook, he was the first to like it. He sent me a congratulatory message right afterward and I responded; “Thank you.” I thought he’d moved on but I was lying…

The day after our wedding, I was going through the gifts people sent to us with my husband. Somehow, one of the envelops caught my attention. It was different from all the envelopes. We received white envelopes but this envelope was brown. Instinctively, I got drawn to it. I opened it up and what I saw still traumatizes me; printed photos of me and Sam having sex! Somehow, his face didn’t show in any of the photos. It was only me sprawled naked across the bed with that his small dick either in my hand or in me. It came with a note; “I hope whoever sees this don’t get mad. This is only the beginning.



I excused myself and quickly dashed off to the washroom with the envelope. I stayed there thinking of every option available to me amid tears. My head started aching. I started feeling dizzy. I thought I saw my world crumbling down. My husband came knocking; “Dear are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m ok. Just felt a pinch in my stomach,” I lied.

I needed to put up a Hollywood act on to be able to go through the day without my husband knowing I was in trouble. Yeah, I remember when Sam recorded the video. We both watched it and laughed about it. I was so in love and somehow, I thought he was the one I was going to marry. For once, I thought Sam could not do that to me, a woman he once loved.

I gathered courage and scheduled a meeting with him, I played sober when I met him because I wanted him to see reasons with me. I pleaded with him to stop before destroying everything for me. He said; “I loved you but you played me for a fool. This is payback and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” I shivered. It was like negotiating with the devil. I told him; “There should be something I should do to make you stop. Just tell me, what do I give or do for you to stop?” “Sleep with me,” he retorted. “I miss having sex with you. Let’s do it one more time and you won’t hear from me again.”

He gave me one week to think about it. He warned; “If I don’t get a positive answer from you, this time it won’t be just photos. I would send the whole video to your husband.” He left. I called him to reconsider but he wouldn’t mind me.

For the next one week, I lived in fear. I didn’t know what to do or who to speak to about it. I started counting the days. Oh, how I wish I could stop the time from running. Soon, the week was over. He called; “So what do you say?” I asked, “Where do you want me to meet you?” He asked, “Where do you think would be comfortable for you.” I didn’t answer that. He suggested a hotel I knew too well. I declined. He suggested another hotel. That was very far from home so I accepted to.. Continue reading...

I dated my wife for two years before we got married. We didn’t have it smooth from dating until the day we got married. We went through tough times trying to convince our respective parents to accept our relationship. The day she introduced me to her parent as the guy she wanted to marry, her father looked me straight in the eyes and said no, he won’t allow that to happen. He had no legitimate reasons apart from the fact that he didn’t like my tribe and I didn’t look like a man who could take good care of his daughter.

When it got to my turn to introduce her to my parent, it was my mother who screamed; “Over my dead body would I allow you to marry such a woman.” What was the reason for opposition? Like the father of my girlfriend, my mum also didn’t like the tribe of my wife. All through our dating life as partners, her dad never saw eye to eye with me and my mom never welcome my wife into our home.

When we finally got married in the church on the 14th April 2012, my mom didn’t attend the wedding and her dad also didn’t attend. We had to do it without them because they were bent on separating us.

We had a peaceful home and barely had anything to disagree on. Occasionally, either my mom or her dad would try to come in between us but we had a way of handling them without causing us any trouble.

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I’m a salesperson. I handle the biggest territory in our company’s supply chain channels. Due to this, I travel a lot but most of my travels don’t take me away for more than three days. Yeah, occasionally my wife complained. Her complaints had nothing to do with my absence due to my incessant travels. She was concerned about the way I was always on the road and how sometimes I had to travel deep in the night.

She was right. I also had concerns about that but I had a home to run and I needed money to run the home so I had little option than to continue doing my job.

One Friday morning, as I was leaving home for work, I told my wife I had to travel to Cape Coast after work but I might not travel unless a call came through from Cape Coast that they needed the supplies urgently. In the afternoon, she called to ask if the call had come through and I said yes. I sent her a message around 6 pm that I’ve set off and she wished me a safe a journey.

About thirty minutes later after I’ve set off, my phone flickered, indicating I’ve had a Whatsapp message from my wife. I didn’t open the message. About three minutes later, another message came in from her, and then a call followed. I usually don’t pick calls while I’m driving so I found a safe spot and parked so I could call her back.

I opened the messages. The first message had two nude photos of herself with a message; “Hello dear, the way is clear now. I can’t wait to have you here,” and ended with the kiss smiley.

Immediately, my hands started shaking and my heart started beating very loud and out of rhythm. All of a sudden, my feet couldn’t support my weight and I had to lean on the car. I rushed to open the second message and it said; “Hello dear, don’t mind me. I’m only trying to pull your legs and show you what you’re missing while away.” The message also ended with the tears of joy smiley.

There and then I knew what was happening. The little voice in my head kept screaming at me; “Your wife is cheating. She’s cheating on you. Your wife is cheating.” I stood there for some minutes to calm myself down and regain my composure. I wanted to call her but I didn’t want to sound worried or disturbed. I wanted her to know that I believed what she said that it was a joke. I wanted an assurance in my voice when I spoke to her.

When I called her back, I smiled and said; “Do you think I wouldn’t know you were joking?” Then I forced myself to give out a loud laughter. I found calm and believe in her voice when she spoke. We both laughed at it and I hung up to continue my journey.

Yeah, I had the message and the nude that showed she was cheating but it wasn’t enough proof. I needed to find something solid to nail her.

That night she stayed on the phone with me throughout talking about things that were mostly unnecessary. She wanted to prove a point. Somehow, she wanted to prove to me that indeed, she didn’t invite anyone over that’s why she was able to talk to me all night. I could sense her desperation to prove a point.

When I got home from the trip, I woke up at dawn to read her messages but her password was changed. That heightened my suspicion and the need to work hard to find out who the man was.

For the next six months, I tried all the avenues of how to catch a cheating wife but none yielded a result. I told her I was traveling but then hang around the house in the night to see if a man would walk into the house or if she would leave the house to see someone. She was always in the house and no one walked in and she didn’t walk out.

It became frustrating for me and I could barely enjoy my marriage because of these suspicions and CID jobs. I decided to let everything go so I could concentrate on building my relationship with her.

My mother’s senior sister died and we had to attend the funeral in my hometown. For obvious reasons, she didn’t attend the funeral and I had to go alone. When I got to my hometown on Friday evening, I called her phone, she didn’t pick. Later in the night, she called to tell me she was sleeping and that she had developed a severe headache when she woke up. She asked me to take care as she wanted to continue with her sleep.

I said my good night and hung up the phone. But something didn’t feel right. I didn’t know what that was but I could feel it. All of a sudden I wasn’t happy and felt like I’ve lost something very dear to me. I started battling with my thought but there was nothing I could lay hands on as the reason for my feeling.

It was close to 10pm when I decided to drive back home to check on her if really she was sleeping as she said. I know, I still hadn’t overcome my suspicion of her. It was hard to let go of my conviction that the woman I married was cheating on me.

Just about three hours later, I was at the doorstep of my house and my car parked a little bit far from home so the sound of the car’s engine would not wake her up.

The hall light was on. The TV was on too. I turned the knob slowly and it was locked. I inserted my key and opened the door. There he was. A gentleman. He was wearing only a boxer short and holding the tv remote in his hand. The shock in his eyes when he saw me satisfied my spirit. It was like a victory of some sort to me.

I asked him; “where is my wife?” I had to repeat the question three times before he pointed ....continue reading...

His name is John. Let’s call him John. We didn’t start out as lovers. I don’t remember him proposing to me and I don’t remember myself saying yes to his love proposal. Sometimes I tell my friends; “We woke up one day and we were lovers.” That seems the only logical explanation I could give to our situation.

But that took nothing away from us. We loved each other deeply. Well, that’s how I thought until it all came down. These days, one could hardly know the difference between when a man loves you and when he does not truly love you. Both behave the same way until a lot of times are wasted before the truth finally comes out.

I thought John was loving me because I loved him so much. The day I introduced him to my parent as my love object, my mom said; “My daughter, you truly know how to choose a man. He’s a hunk!” My dad liked him too. He saw him as well behaved and had a career that could support a family.



After introducing him to my family, he came to my house every now and then and sometimes spent the night with me. My parent had no issue with that though they asked me occasionally to be careful. Who didn’t know me and John? We were always together and our feelings towards each other were very obvious. You meet us for a second and you know who the two of us are.

One thing was missing. After two years of being together, John never introduced me to his parent. Yeah, I knew his other two siblings, a boy, and a girl. But beyond that, I didn’t know anything of note of his family. At first, I didn’t ask him about that. I thought time would make him do the right thing. Also, I knew guys usually see women as pushy if you ask them to introduce you to their parent. I didn’t want to push our story. I wanted everything to play out naturally.

After two years, I thought I deserve to know more than just two siblings. Even that, I got to know them just because they came around a lot of times. Two years is enough time to know each other better. Two years is enough to make a decision about the future of a relationship.

So, one night I asked him; “When are we going to see your parent? I don’t want them to feel I’ve kidnapped you.” We both laughed and he told me; “I’ve been thinking about that lately. I didn’t know how to tell you to travel over 700 kilometers with me to the North to see my parent.” I told him; “Distance isn’t the problem. It’s important that we do it so let’s do it.”

He kept postponing the dates of the travel. I got restless. I started thinking he was developing cold feet towards the relationship. “Maybe he doesn’t take us seriously like I do,” I thought to myself. Then one Wednesday night he called to tell me, “Get ready we are going on Friday.” I didn’t need to get ready. I was already ready.

On the said Friday, we set off to meet the parent. I didn’t know what to expect. So many questions kept flooding my thoughts; “What if they say no?” “What if they don’t like me?” What if they tell him they’ve already found him a wife?” A lot of these thoughts kept me company until we got there.

I can’t understand their native language. They could speak next to nothing of mine but their demeanor was a happy one. The mum was all laugh and grin when she shook my hands. The dad was also very enthused about me. My heart finally rested from all the negative thoughts. We spent two days with the parent and traveled back to Accra.

It’s been four years into our relationship. Two years after we met his parent and three years after we had met my parent, still no decision on what to do next with our relationship. I knew what next we should do and I tried to remind him of it. He always found a way of sidelining the marriage topic. It’s either “we don’t have to rush into marriage,” or “The time is not right,” or “I’m trying to put things in order so we don’t suffer in marriage.”

I was getting tired of the excuses and the frustrating part of the whole thing was, he was the right man. He did everything right in the relationship. Well, except the excuses. He was there when I needed him. He showed I was his priority and would leave everything else just to be with me. That kept me going and hoping that maybe, just maybe he was trying to pull a surprise on me. A girl can only dream but can’t dream forever. I had hopes but for how long was I supposed to live on hope?

I had a hearty chat with him one night. I told him; “John, I’ve loved you from day one and I believe you do too. It’s almost five years since we’ve been together. Nothing is wrong with us. We hardly fight or do anything wrong against each other so I’m surprised you refuse to let us get married. We don’t have forever. Especially me, I don’t have forever so let’s do this thing once and for all. We have one year to get married. A year from today, if nothing happens, I’ll walk out, and I ...Continue reading..

I met George again ten or eleven years after school. We both attended Junior high school together and didn’t ever meet again after we completed. I don’t have a lot of memories of him back when we were in school but I remember we once shared a desk. I remember we fought sometimes because he loved to teased my plagued teeth. And I remember one of our fights got us into trouble when a teacher lashed us and gave us a portion of land to weed.

All these memories came back to me when I met George in a certain banking hall in Accra. I had relocated to Accra from Cape Coast and had gone to the bank to make some withdrawals. Immediately he saw me he mentioned my name and I mentioned his too. We came out and had a lengthy conversation, most of which centered on our days in school and what had brought me to Accra.

I learned he worked for one of the real estate companies and coincidentally didn’t live far away from where I had rented my new apartment. We exchanged contacts and got talking. He visited my place on weekends to help me put the place in order. He even painted my room for me.

He became the first friend I had in Accra and helped me settled and even took me out to meet friends. He made life easier and I must admit, he made me settle faster than I thought I could.

I attended a program with him once and he introduced me to one of his friends, Christian. He said; “Chris, meet Michelle, an old schoolmate I met recently.” And he teasingly added; “She’s single but I won’t give her to you because you are not a good man.” We all laughed, shook hands and settled for the program.

Christian sat next to me and throughout the programme dished out one funny line after another. He ensured we had something to laugh about all night till we parted ways after the program.

I had a call the next morning. It was Christian. He said; “I got your number from George this morning to call and check if you had a beautiful night.” “That’s thoughtful of you Chris,” I said. “My night was good and I had a wonderful evening with you guys.”

One thing led to another. Eventually, Chris proposed and I said yes. That was about six months after we had first met. George had stopped seeing me for all that while. He was busy, he told me. He was busy organizing his impending wedding. I understood him.

He didn’t know I was dating Chris. It wasn’t as if I tried to hide it from him but I didn’t see the need to tell him. I knew someday somehow, he’ll get to know. And he did get to know. Chris told him. Then he called me to verify and I told him it was true. Then he asked me, “Does Chris know that…” “He doesn’t need to know.” I cut him off mid-sentence.

There’s a secret I haven’t told Chris. I didn’t think he should know but since George brought it up, I had to reconsider. Somehow George didn’t like the fact I was dating Chris. That’s why he brought that up.

Chris proposed that we got married and we started preparation towards that. Every night George would call me asking if I had told Chris the secret. He’ll say; “I know Chris and how..Continue reading...

It all started with the appointment letter. He told me, “This is your appointment letter. You only have to sign it and you are officially an employee of this company.” He showed me the sum of my annual salary. I immediately did a mental calculation to know how much I would earn in a month. The amount blew my mind. I started imagining the kind of life I was going to live with such huge salary. Then he dropped the final lines; “You only have to do one thing. One simple thing and your unemployed days are over.”

One simple thing? How did we get here?



After completing university, there was nothing for me to do. I searched far and near for any job that will pay me just enough to survive, I didn’t get any. My mom had a provision store which I helped manage with her. She didn’t like the idea. She told me her friends were laughing at her because I was working in her store after completing university. She wanted so much for me to find something to do but no job came my way.

After two years of staying in the house, I found me a teaching job. I was in charge of the crèche and I was being paid same as the senior high school graduate tutors. That didn’t bother me much. I had something doing. I was off my mother’s store, much to her relief and mine. Finally, I woke up in the morning and had a place to go. That was ok but I didn’t stop trying.

I sent CVs every other week and sometimes traveled to attend interviews that yielded nothing. The crèche job was keeping me engaged until I was laid off. The proprietor complained of lack of enrollment and decided to close down the crèche and concentrate on the other classes that had a lot of enrollment. I lost my job. Back to square one—my mother’s store.

Soon it was four years after school and no job. Well-wishers asked me to take it into prayers which I did fervently. Nothing turned up but I didn’t stop. One morning, my mother returned from town with good news. She had met an old friend who has connections and had discussed my plight with. The man had asked that I send my CV to him. I met the man the next day and gave him my CV and pleaded with him to do everything within his power to find me a job.

Two months after the encounter with the man, I had a call from a lady who requested that I attended an interview the following day. I went. After the interview, the receptionist told me the boss wanted to see me. She ushered me into the boss’s office.

He signaled for me to sit. He pulled my CV and started asking questions. He said; “You don’t have the required experience to work here but Martin (my mom’s friend) speaks highly of you and from the little conversation we’ve had, it’s obvious you can handle the job. I will see what I can do.” I pleaded with him to try everything within his means to get me the offer. He handed me his call card and asked me to call him later for feedback.

Anytime I called him, he sought to get personal with me, talking about life, love, relationship and finally ended with how beautiful I was and how he wanted to see ...Continue reading...

Ghanaian actress and model Moesha Boduong has courted controversy on social media after she told CNN that her motivation for dating a married man, just like other women in Ghana, is because the economy is not good.

“In Ghana our economy is such a way that you need someone to take care of you. You can’t make enough money as a woman here. Because even when you want to get an apartment, in Ghana they take two years’ advance and I just started working where will get money to pay?”

Stunned by Moesha’s revelation, CNN’s Christine Amanpour asked her “are you basically telling me that you are having sex with this guy to pay your rent?”
Moesha responds,”because he can afford to take care of you. He takes care of me, my financials, my apartment, my car, my rent everything. “
“He expects me to be loyal and take care of him and give him sex when he wants."

Social media reaction
Not everyone is happy with the description the controversial actress has given about Ghana to the world.
Comments on Facebook and Twitter suggest many are outraged by her bold claim.

Nigeria now has an estimated population of 198 million people. We are growing exponentially without commensurate infrastructure

Commission (NPC), Mr. Eze Duruiheoma, comes a revelation that didn’t really shock anyone--Nigeria’s population now hovers above the 198 million mark.



“Nigeria remains the most populous in Africa, the seventh globally with an estimated population of over 198 million,” Duruiheoma said.

To put that in simpler English, Nigeria is currently the 7th most populous country in the world with our bad roads, asphyxiating economy, poor power supply, horrible leaders and poor infrastructure everywhere you turn.



I actually consider Duruiheoma's figure conservative. We are a lot more.

Annual growth

To be clear, Duruiheoma’s 198 million figure is an estimate but he wasn’t so far from the truth if you take into cognizance average annual population growth rate of more than 6.5 per cent.

The 2006 census had our population at 140 million—even though a lot of cattle, goats and birds were factored into that equation.



In 2016, the World Bank estimated that Nigeria had a population of 186 million.

Nigeria conducts a census every decade but we couldn’t conduct one in 2016 because the federal government cited paucity of funds.

3rd most populous country

“The recent World Population Prospects report predicts that by 2050, Nigeria will become the third most populated country in the world”,Duruiheoma added grimly.

The danger here is that while our population continues to grow exponentially, there is no commensurate social amenities and infrastructure underpinning the growth. So, we are bringing more and more children into a country that can’t fend for they and their siblings.

I once lived in a house where the security guard—a chap from the nation's north—had six kids and had just impregnated his wife for a seventh. One evening, over soft drinks, I asked why he was so hell bent on procreating on a meagre salary.

“Oga, na God dey give pikin. If God give am, wallai, I no go say no. Walai talai!”, he told me outside his kiosk where he sells condoms and other contraceptives alongside beverages.

Baby factories

We certainly can’t continue to make babies at the rate we are making them. Family planning and birth control should be a significant part of the job of the National Orientation Agency (NOA) and relevant agencies, going forward.

Our cities are urban slums with zero planning for a burgeoning population.

According to the NPC boss, Nigeria “grew substantially from 17.3 per cent in 1967 to 49.4 per cent of the country’s total population in 2017. In addition, the 2014 World Urbanisation Prospects report, predicts that by 2050, most Nigerians – 70 per cent – will be residing in cities….without commensurate increase in social amenities and infrastructure”.




When development indices remain poor as population continues to explode, you know your country is literally sitting on a time bomb.

At a time the world is talking sustainable and smart cities, we are still grappling with how to dispose of waste properly; we are still commissioning a locomotive rail line with so much fanfare in the age of bullet trains and we still make a song and dance from handing 7,000 megawatts of electricity to a population of some 200 million people.

Nigeria is a basket case. To plug the holes in this everlasting basket, we have to begin by educating people about contraceptives, birth control and family planning. And the best time to start was yesterday.

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Multi-award winning Nollywood actress, Genevieve Nnaji has shown that she is indeed an incredible dancer after showing off her 'shaku shaku' dance skills.

The actress who is currently on a Vacation in the United States posted the video this morning on her Instagram page as she danced to Olamide’s Science Students song.

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