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    TRUE LIFE STORY: HOW I RUINED MY MARRIAGE WITH MY NICENESS!

    The days are gone when women had no business providing for the family. Back then, women took care of the home and waited for whatever the man came home with. Today, women work as much as the men, if not more than, breaking grounds and breaking through the glass ceiling. Some women who choose to be stay-at-home mums are not folding their hands as they engage in various online businesses, vocational skills, anything just to make their own money and support their husbands. This wave is yet to be universal though, as some countries/cultures who are yet to kiss feminism believe that the purpose of a woman is to care…

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    GOOD RIDDANCE…. The concluding part.

      Gregory was discharged after two weeks in the hospital. He was still burning with anger against Tinuke.   “I must press charges!” he lamented.   When his parents told him that Tinuke had been released on bail, he went livid with rage.    “What? Don’t you know the gravity of what she did to me? She made me infertile. I can’t have children of my own! Who will get married to me? I’m useless!” He wept bitterly.  His mother was moved to tears too.    “Don’t worry, my son. You will have your own wife. We’ve settled that,” his father said.    He seemed lost.   “Yes, my son.…

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    GOOD RIDDANCE

       “I’m sorry, Tinuke. Stop crying. I promise that it won’t happen again. Let’s pray to God for forgiveness,” Gregory pulled her closer.   “Leave me, Greg. This is the fifth time in a month. You promised me it wouldn’t happen again the last time I visited,” tears streamed down her face.    She struggled out of the bed to clothe herself.    “We’ve only known each other for just two months and we’ve slept with each other for five times. What would happen when our relationship is a year old? I thought you were as spiritual as you appeared in church. I didn’t know  you were…”   “Hold it…

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    HARRIET GATE: THE UNTOLD TALE OF LOVE AND LIES…Concluding part

         I was so angry that Harriet could have the temerity, the Brazilian confidence, and the brazen audacity to ask me to convey her boyfriend to the party venue I was solely sponsoring in my car. I entered the car and left her standing there with Emmanuel.      One of her friends then stepped out of the car to appeal passionately to me. She praised me for my emotional maturity so far, she urged that i let it slide since I was the only one who could convey the guy to the venue as all my friends insisted on not allowing the guy into their cars owing to their loyalty…

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    HARRIET GATE: THE UNTOLD TALE OF LOVE AND LIES…Part 3

       “ON kwa? Don’t give me that Harriet. If you are ON, kindly switch OFF kia kia.”     I didn’t know when I swapped to my native Ekiti dialect like I do when I am very angry:     ”Oya si, je mi ho”,  meaning, ”open it, let me see.”     She changed her disposition from that of emotional conviviality through brutal frankness to a downright frown all in a futile bid to ‘guilt-trip’ me.     She said: “Common, Tosin, what is the meaning of that? You don’t believe me? Is it because of ordinary N35,000 naira that you are desecrating and humiliating me, no be so o? Your baby Nwanne…

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    HARRIET GATE: THE UNTOLD TALE OF LOVE AND LIES…Part 2

    I could not believe I have been scammed. I led the convoy of three vehicles (mine, Tunde’s Honda Prelude, and Femi’s Toyota Camry) back to town and told them and other invited guests to lay low and await my call in case the birthday would still hold.     I sped so much that the journey from her crib on campus to town that should normally take about 30minutes took me 9minutes! I promptly checked into a room in my regular hotel, housing the booked hall for Harriet’s birthday gig coming up that fateful night. I instructed the receptionist not to let anyone into my room, especially Harriet as she had…

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    HARRIET GATE: THE UNTOLD TALE OF LOVE AND LIES

        On the 15th day of September, 2006, I was taking a stroll on the corridor of the Faculty of law during my undergraduate days when I saw a pretty, chocolate-skinned, mid-height, curvy and rotund lady with swinging hips swerving across my face bestriding the expansive space.         What struck me was not just her ravishing beauty but her carefree innocent looks or so it seemed. Her teeth were big and sparkling white, just the way I liked them. She had only light make up on, and adorned the regulation dress for law students (white and black).     I asked her what her name was and she briskly said,…