YEARS ago, I ran into a former colleague at a private get-together and we got talking.  “When I learnt you were getting married, I laughed my head off!” he said seriously.  I was irritated. 

For decades, women have been at the receiving end of the stick when it comes to bad sex.  It’s either that a woman is frigid or she lacks the technique to make love in order to make a mind-blowing experience for the man. 

You remember the Bobit saga decades ago, where the wife snipped off the penis of the husband who was physically abusive to her? 

IT was a little incident, but it opened the floodgate of nostalgia.  I’d arrived late at a wedding reception and was ushered to what looked like the high table.  The groom’s mother is a close friend.  I sensed rather than saw this look of disapproval burning into my scalp.  I turned, and there she was – Dolapo’s wife.  I held her gaze and gave as much hostility as she emitted.  She promptly looked away.  How long ago was it?  Over 20 years at least.  I’d met Dolapo on a flight from abroad when he wangled his way to the empty seat by my side in first class.  Those were the good old days!

YEARS ago, I ran into a former colleague at a private get-together and we got talking.  “When I learnt you were getting married, I laughed my head off!” he said seriously.  I was irritated.  So, the marriage didn’t work out, was that a reason for him to gloat?  “Candy, I know you very well.  You’re not the marrying kind and the jerk (oops sorry!) the man you ended up with could never have made you the type of husband you could endure.  You’re too intelligent and impatient, not to talk of fiercely independent to settle down to the role of the obedient housewife…” he concluded.