We just relaxed on his bed watching some of these cheesy home-videos and catching up on events of the last few months. The fact that nookie wasn’t on the card didn’t mean I couldn’t roll with the punch when or if it happened, right? For a long time, it didn’t seem as if anything was going to happen. We cuddled, kissed a bit but there was no evident that any passion was going to spring from that loin of his!

“Thank goodness I could manage to drive home in spite of the pain. As I winced up the stairs and opened the bedroom door, never expecting my husband to be there since he was presumed to be at the party, I stood shell-shocked at what greeted my eyes. Peter was lying flat on his back, stark naked. The bed cover was on the floor and a naked woman was lying next to him. Fury raced through me. I wanted to batter the two of them – but I was in too much pain with my back. The woman’s arm was lying on Peter’s chest.

Raising an eyebrow, I unwrapped the gift, Inside was a pale pink box with a black ribbon and the words ‘Agent Provocateur’. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I looked at Yemi. He had a strange, sickly expression plastered on his face like he’d swallowed an oversized lump of eba. Why on earth was he buying me sexy undies?  We’d not have sex in months.

The fact remains though that in our society, sharing a double bed is a symbol of intimacy, it obviously creates the opportunity to have sexual intimacy and that’s why it has always been a focus.  But all those rules are there to be bent. What intimacy means to one person may be different from what it means to another.

One night, with Seye staying with his mum yet again, Peter dropped by for a visit. He had two bottles of wine he said he intended to share with us both but we ended up drinking the lot alone – we were truly slushed by this time. ‘

Have you ever eaten foods that were past their sell-by dates?  Sometimes ago, leading super market executives from Britain’s Sainsbury’s, Waitrose and the Co-operative admitted they regularly ignore expiry dates at home.

Unfortunately, Wura’s problem is quite common. As soon as a woman gets out of the university or starts work, the pressure is on for her to find a suitable husband and settle down.  That is why, in terms of choosing a partner for life, she is more likely to go for the prospective ‘perfect’ husband and father over someone untrustworthy and irresponsible. But there’s rather an important factor that seems to be missing here – sexual chemistry. The other factor is the ability to compromise enough to please your partner – which is lacking in Abel, Wura’s fiance.

Nuru’s text to me was disturbing.  “I don’t know who I really got married to – a saint or the devil?”  Intuitively, I picked him as the few readers of this column to have a chat with. What happened to your marriage?”, I asked him.  “My wife, who I’d been married to for almost 20 years suddenly, turned into a monster”, he said.

The business centre he set up when he was retrenched wasn’t bringing in much and that really frustrated him. When we argued, he said lots of things – that I didn’t know when to shut up, that I looked like the back of an elephant. He even complained I came home reeking of kitchen fume.

“I found her attitude a bit irritating. `I’m `I’m just visiting him in my uncle’s house’, I reminded her. `He’s my dad afterall and it’s been a long time since the divorce. He deserves a chance to explain himself’.