DUNNI has been a sort of little ‘brother’ for years now and he freely comes to me any time he wants any advice. Not that much was happening in his life, not for a long time at least.

THE decent thing to do when you realize your marriage isn’t working in spite of all your efforts to make a go of things, is pack in such a relationship. That’s exactly what Aminat did three years ago when she confessed she no longer felt anything passionate with her husband. And the feeling was mutual.

WHY does a seemingly happily married woman go off the rail? “Well, ’seemingly’ is the right word if you’re thinking of Labake’s marriage,”snorted Benny, a friend who dropped by to discuss the break-up of Labake’s 24 odd years of marriage. We’d all been classmates and have kept in touch over the years. Labake had always been flighty, she simply loved being ‘chased’ by men.

JUST when you think your life is on an even keel from the turmoil of life, up springs a problem to put a spanner in the cog of your peace. Lilian has definitely had her share of problems. She’d gone through the betrayal of Ayoka a ‘relative’ her husband brought into the matrimonial home, seen the ‘relative’ become a second wife and the mother of two children before she lost her life in a ghastly motor accident. She later agreed to raise Ayoka’s children.

I was with Abibat when she first met Tony. We’d both gone to the electrical shop he ran to get a couple of stabilizers for some of her electrical appliances. She’d already lost a cherished DVD player and the compressor of her fridge – no thanks to the epileptic power supply in the country.

The friend I stayed with scarcely saw me as I was always with him closing the 15-year gap between our first relationship. I was a bit amused when he offered to come with me for a weekend with a friend that stayed outside London.

I was almost ready for the office when my door-bell went persistently. Annoyed that the driver’s been locked out by the maid again, I went to the door with my face half made-up. The man standing on my door-step looked as though he’d been given a thorough beating by a gang of armed robbers.

WE all have our share of foul-weather friends. But are you one yourself?
Your career is grinding to a halt, the man you once termed “the best thing that ever happerrto me” has found lasting bliss with another woman and your good friend is driving you insane giving you a blow-by-blow account of her life with her new found- land.

Before I could even consider it, he added. “I’m a good cook, you’ll enjoy my specialty (he didn’t say what it was!) The wife’s on holiday with the kids. You could bring a nightie if you like.” He needn’t spell out the type of a dinner date he was offering, and no, I didn’t slap his face. And I’m going to tell you whether or not I took him up on his offer!

I relieved the sex I just had over and over again and became so randy that I pounced on my wife. Poor thing! She must have missed sex too as, she fell gratefully into my arms. But it was this new woman I thought off while it lasted. I longed to see her body under mine once again.