ISN’T it amazing what torrent of scandal a little event like being pregnant can unleash? For the four years Lisa was married to Lekan, her husband, she tried all she could to get pregnant. At first she thought it was due to her reproductive organs malfunctioning. After series of tests, it was Lekan’s turn to have his fertility investigated. It was an awful blow to the couple when he got the news he had a low sperm count.

Merry Christmas, as we are all in the mood of celebration, I would like you to also read this piece as it will go a long way to help your relationships. Here’s the truth about intimacy, that I feel it’s absolutely essential for you to express your complete truth to your partner, and for you to accept theirs.

“Years ago,” recalled Lizzy a fifty-something IT expert, “when our house was always full of small children, I staggered downstairs with a few of fellow-mothers after a chaotic session with some of the children in the bathroom, all wanting to be refreshed at my toddlers birthdays. We found the visiting Dads were pouring well-earned drinks. We mothers reported that, just before we finished cleaning the children, all the three and four-year-old boys had been snapping at their pants’ elastic and comparing the size of their willies. The mothers all laughed. So did the fathers, for a brief moment, but then, almost in chorus, they asked: “Um … and whose was the … ?’

I have been married for three years and we have a daughter. I have been secretly seeing one of my husband’s friends for the past six months though he is also married.

I first had sex when I was 18 years old. As a virgin then, I expected to feel pain, but not the excruciating one I felt.