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It was a cheap blackmail. I still feel cold and bitter whenever I remember that traumatizing experience.  It wish I could resurrect him from his grave and give him all the slap and bites and beating I could. Just maybe it will make me feel better. I was 7 years old, just 7 years old. I wish I had known better.  My mum was a disciplinarian, a "do-as-I-say" freak. My dad was long gone; I never even got a chance to see what he looked like. I remember suitors coming to my mum but she chose to remain a faithful wife to a dead man. God knows I needed a dad at that time and in tears, I still wish I had one. I had no siblings, so I made friends with Daniel, our next door neighbour's only child. For some weird reasons, I always got more attracted to the opposite sex; I always preferred their company to that of my fellow girls. So when Daniel and his parents moved in, we immediately developed this chemistry as children plus his mum loved me especially because I had a striking resem...

Tears rolled down his eyes as he heard the cry of his twins. It was their one year birthday and it was supposed to be a happy day for him. But alas! it was the other way round; it was the one year anniversary of her death! What made his heart bleed the most was the fact that her death could have been averted but for the negligence of those "dumbas*" doctors. After letting her die, they made haste to save the twins thinking that would make him feel better, thinking it will cure the hurt. Now all he has left is his broken hearted miserable self and a set of baby girls whose cries serve as a constant reminder of her death. It was all still fresh in his mind like it happened yesterday. Her screams on their way to the hospital, her lifeless as it was yanked off to the mortuary. He had never loved any woman like Rebecca. After series of failed relationships and he was almost giving up on finding "the one". Then he met Rebecca at his usual "hangout" club. He coul...

Some time ago, I came across an "oyibo" lady who was on a first time visit to Nigeria. We got talking and she complained about the unfriendly behaviour of Nigerian women. According to her, "when you say hello to them, they look at you from head to toe as if you have so much dirt on your body". I just kept smiling as she narrated her confusion; her experience was very relatable. Many times, you step into a party or a banking hall or even a church looking so dressed up and "expensive" and next, you notice some "cat-eyes" staring and analysing you from head to toe till their eyes fall from their sockets. At first I used to feel embarrassed and nervous about such occurrences but as it happened more frequently I came to the conclusion that it was just one of those repulsive behaviours exhibited by many women nowadays which is born out of envy and unhappiness. But I still wonder why they find it difficult to just walk up to you and complement your outf...