Nearing 50, Victor had thought his sex life was normal for his age. Married for 22 years to his childhood sweetheart and mother of his four children, sex had been a once-a-week exercise and the wife wasn’t complaining

  What makes some older women so randy they want to have a man at all costs? Years back, a well-heeled society woman had to call her seventy-year-old mother to order when she found out that all the money she had been sending to the randy woman was used towards servicing her (the mother’s) sexual […]

A group of us was having this heated conversation about how fickle men really were and how ready they always were to have a fling whenever the opportunity presented itself, no matter how serious their current relationship was. Phil disagreed but was reluctant to discuss details in front of so many listeners. So I cornered […]

Once in a while, an event occurs that brings a similar one that happened ages ago back sharply into focus. Ini was the first to get married out of the ‘group’.

“Not anyone can be polyamorous. As with anything, it’s each to their own. If you go for a meal for instance, you can’t just order the same food for everyone because some might not like spicy food, and some may not like a certain stew. Some might like only vegetables.

It’s true you can’t help who you fall in love with.That’s why, once in a while you see a beauty-and-the-beast combination and wonder if a bit of madness – or “ African’ magic! – is not involved. Betty was only eight years old when her aunty visited with Ugo, her latest ‘catch’.

Come the d-day, we set off at the crack of dawn. By the time we arrived Mark’s town house, some wizened old people were already gathered for the ceremony.

Excitedly, Babs dressed for the all-night party that promised a lot of wicked pleasure. A friend, one of these top government officials addicted to always having a good time, was in Lagos and was having a party for the “boys’. The last time he attended one of his parties, he had such a good time that he begged to be invited again.

FIVE years ago, I’d called on Florence, a very good friend at her Abuja residence after not seeing her for close to three years. We talked constantly on the phone, of course. But when I had to go to Abuja on business, I thought I would save on hotel accommodation by staying with her. She was all for it too, shrieking with excitement when I asked her on the phone. Looking forward to catching up on the snippets of news we’d exchanged over the past years, I enthusiastically settled into the guest room of her tastefully furnished flat. It was quite late and we turned in early. The next days would be more than enough to catch up on our natter, I thought. I had an early morning appointment and was having a quick shower when there was this urgent knock on the door! “Hurry up in there, would you?” Snapped my friend.

DOESN’T it bother you that most of our young men are turning into shameless gold-diggers?” I was a bit taken aback when Stella asked this question outright when she called at my place. She’s a former boyfriend’s niece and a few of the members of his family that I’m close to. She’s in her late 40s, married with lovely children and a fairly comfortable husband. She heads the public relations department of a parastatal and has money of her own. Once in a while, she’d “throw some work at us at the training centre and I make sure she’s well looked after. So what brought on her question?