• Intimate Affairs: DEAR HUSBAND

    By Funke Egbemode

    Have you been wondering why things are not the way they used to be between you and your wife? Is she giving you cold shoulders instead of warmth? Hugging her pillows instead of you? Ah, you should worry. Do you have more one-word answers from her instead of full sensible sentences? She spends more time on the phone talking to people than you, her husband. She spends more time on Netflix, African Magic and Zee World than she does with you. She sits with the children in their room while you also watch football or play video games in another part of the house? Then, she waits for you to sleep off before crawling into bed. Trouble is brewing. A storm is gathering and you should worry.

  • Intimate Affairs: DEAR MADAM

    By Funke Egbemode

    Some wives are not worth the titles they carry. They are women, yes. Wives? No. The right moves, acts and depth are just not there. It is either they forgot everything their mothers and clerics taught them about being a wife or they simply came up with their own codes of conduct but whatever they did, now they are not happy. They are not enjoying their marriages. And they are blaming everybody and everything but themselves. You know any wife like that? We all do.

    Women who refuse to acknowledge that marriage has its own laws, refuse to live by them, then turn around to blame the husband, the in-laws, their husbands’ friends and generally the society for their bad marriages. Come on girl, you need self-assessment. You need to calm down and check yourself. Are you handling the ‘wife’ title with the right sense of responsibility? Is this ‘badness’ in your marriage caused by your attitude to marriage? Is your marital unhappiness self-inflicted or not?

    Let us check out some of the little things wives do that hurt their marriages, things they have ignored over the years to their peril.

    Madam ‘My-money-is-my-money’

    Is it that all you see when you look at your husband is a beast of burden, a donkey or an ass that must carry all loads? Do you ever see a man you love, once loved and is the father of your children? Why do you want to kill him with your bills? Fine, it is his job to take care of his family as the head but you as the neck of the family, why do you avoid the bills? Your money is your money and his money is family money, right? Look at your son, yes your nine-year-old son and that three-month-old one you are breastfeeding, what you are doing to their father is what their wives will do to them. Oh, you never heard of the law of karma and the law of harvest? Both of them are waiting for you in the future. All bills will be loaded on your sons’ backs while you watch helplessly. Don’t you dare start snapping your fingers or muttering ‘God forbid’ or I reject it in Jesus name’. Your mother in-law bore it stoically, you will too. Keep treating your husband as one slave, we will all be here when you reap bountifully what you have sown.

    A woman, a good wife is her husband’s helper. Even if you are a stay-at-home-wife, you must find a way to support him financially. Wives who keep their incomes and watch their husbands labour under the yoke of rent, school fees and housekeeping alone are not just mean, they are witches. In fact, if you are a wife and you fall into this category, I put it to you, you are subtly trying to kill your husband. And look at your son again and picture his wife not supporting him in the future.

    Madam ‘Is-sex-food?’

    You don’t want your husband to take a second wife or enlist the services and comfort of a side-chic, but you keep saying “Is sex food”? Well, for your information, sex is food and you are starving your husband. You cannot keep your thighs shut and still tell your husband to ignore the women who are singing ‘open and close’ out there. You can only vote one way. You either let him sail in or leave him to go fishing.

    Madam Black Bra

    Ehn Ehn, like my Online Apostle, Olori Ranti Ajayi, asked on Facebook recently, that your black bra, when last did you wash it? Yes, all your bras are black and brown so you can wear them for two weeks. Who does that? Do you know what the competition is wearing and washing daily? You have even tacked these old brassieres with needle and thread so much that I fear one day, they will take off and fly out of the window when they see you approach with another needle. Borrow yourself brain, my sister. Red, sweet pink, fuschia pink, lilac, powder blue, cream, peach are also colours for bra, not just nail polish. Lacy, push-up, half-cup, pointers are all the rave. Black on black is okay if they are frilly and lacy. Plain black is for those not in relationships but you are a wife, for God’s sake! You’ve got a territory to protect, borders to defend. Change your bra. Wear G-strings, sexy panties. Your underwear are the front office desk to your inner chamber. They are the ushers leading to the door of the other room. They must be breathtaking. Your man must stop in his tracks, miss a button or two in the morning when he sees you dressing up. He must feel like ‘one for the road’ when he sees you in bra and pants when you are applying your make up. He must feel like a ‘quickie’ before dinner when he sees your smooth cheeks in thongs and your twin pointers in lacy bra when you are undressing.

    Cotton bra are for nursing mothers, unless you are role-paying. The role playing class is for next semester in Intimate Affairs 402. But role play and its siblings are important for your border patrol. Enough said! You can thank me later. Just find a way to start using these lines.

    Honey, please help me hook my bra.

    Babe please help me adjust my strap.

    Then you rub the twin towers a little on his shirt sleeves. Wink and then dress up. He will come home early to finish the job.

    Do we need to complete this class now, here, today?

    Just go and change your lingerie and spend money on your intimate wears the way you invest in your shoes and designers party clutch bags. Give your man something to drool over.

    Enough of the dreary dull pants and bra.

    Madam Show-Off

    Madam, what’s your plan for rainy days? Or you are the plan-as-you-go wife and mother? Now that all is going well with your husband’s finances, what are you doing with what is overflowing from his cup? Are you saving and investing or just partying and blowing it all? Some women simply forget themselves when everything is fine and dandy and when there’s enough to spend. They buy everything; aso-ebi, latest bags and throw parties for their birthdays every year. Family vacation becomes a ritual that must be observed like Egungun or Eyo festivals. Millions of naira are spent on flight tickets to exotic spots around the world. Even as you read this, there are women who are paying more attention on savings towards the most expensive lace-front wigs. They know nothing about treasury bills, capital and money market trades and care even less about investing in real estate. They join the joneses to do hare-brained stuff. They live for the day. They want new cars every year, designers wears, shoes, all those things that fade and lose values with every fashion season. Rainy day is a bridge they will cross when they get there. Somebody tell me the definition of dumb carelessness!

    Madam, what if your husband falls ill and needs money for a major surgery or needs to be flown abroad? Do you have a fall-back position? What if your husband loses that fancy accommodation in the highbrow part of town? Can you help with rent or you will resort to nagging and extramarital affairs? If your family falls on hard time today, will you be able to sustain the children in their school or the poor kids will have to go to public school, because Mummy did nothing reasonable with the good times? If your husband dies today, won’t you marry even an illiterate money-miss-road just because he can pay your rent?

    Only wise women build nests for rainy days. The foolish ones just buy aso-ebi and Brazilian wigs and go on vacation. Their hard days and foolish choices wait for them in their future.

    ...Funke Egbemode can be reached through her e-mail: This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. NNL.

  • Intimate Affairs: DNA: SHOULD SOME SECRETS BE KEPT FOREVER?

    By Funke Egbemode

    This DNA problem is steadily becoming a problematic epidemic, isn’t it? It is querying the integrity of our men’s manhood and stripping our women of their belt of chastity.

  • Intimate Affairs: FOOD FOR THE GODS

    By Funke Egbemode

    Kudi, fine-girl-no-pimples, was one of those undergraduates who lived their lives on their own terms on campus. Kay-girl, as she was fondly called, was an ‘aristo’ girl.

  • Intimate Affairs: HE MARRIED THE MONEY

    By Funke Egbemode

    Tunji – T.J for short- had always seen a bright future for himself in Nigeria. Not even SAPA could make him JAPA. He knew where he wanted to go and had a map even Google would be proud of, of how he’d get to his destination. So, while all his friends and peers were testing the waters of cybercrime and considering yahoo-plus and its gory gruesome details, T.J had his eyes peeled for how he’d move from his ‘near Lagos’ Boys Quarters’ apartment to Ikoyi, Lagos. Yes, you heard that right; from extreme poverty to the five-star neighbourhood. How? He was going to find himself a rich man with a single-and searching daughter. Lucky T.J, he got both in one fell swoop. He found both a rich man and his single-and searching daughter.

  • Intimate Affairs: HURTING AND LONELY HEARTS

    By Funke Egbemode

    Efe and Dayo dated for three years and we all thought they were headed for the altar. The introduction ceremony had already taken place and we were already picking out colours of the day, at least in our heads. Then out of the blue, things fell apart. Dayo dumped her in the meanest way. He took her money, her pride and her love and jetted out to Canada with another woman. After three years of romance andscented candles. Efe tried to be strong, putting a fake smile on, like everything was going on well. We all thought she was strong and doing fine until tragedy came calling. She wrapped her Toyota Camry round an electric pole and almost died.

  • Intimate Affairs: INTIMATE WARNINGS FOR 2024

    By Funke Egbemode

    You are 33 and not doing badly. You are comfortable and beautiful but your love of easy money has blurred your childhood vision of a cozy happy home with children and a husband that loves you to bits. Your once vivid dream of falling in love and marrying early to raise four children while nurturing a career has since given way to the steady ready flow of cash and ‘baby of life’ lifestyle. You are now a chartered side chick, living on the side street of some other women’s lives. The man you love is not your own.

  • Intimate Affairs: MARRIED NOT FOR LOVE

    By Funke Egbemode

    It is not every marriage that is founded on love, not every married person who married for love. Don’t tell me you don’t know a few people who took their vows based on what they could see rather than what they felt. They stood, all dressed up in front of their Pastor, Bishop or Reverend Father and repeated the right lines rightly after the clergy, in front of men, not because they were ecstatically, deliriously in love but because they had chosen who they chose at that particular point in time for a set of particular reasons.

  • Intimate Affairs: MATURE, SINGLE AND LONELY

    By Funke Egbemode

    A woman who wants sex, effective sex that delivers on all the errands it was sent, has no business marrying a man with low sex drive. A woman who wants sex 20 times a month should not be in a relationship with a man who thinks women who want sex more than once a week are nymphomaniacs.

  • Intimate Affairs: MEN JUST LOVE FORBIDDEN FRUITS

    By Funke Egbemode

    Before King Ahmed Ottoman went to war, he locked his beautiful wife, Queen Ottoman, in a private room and gave the key to his best friend, Mousa, telling him: if I’m not back in four days, open the room and she’s yours. Ottoman got on his horse and went to war. Half an hour later, the king noticed a cloud of dust behind him. It was his friend, galloping fast towards him. “What’s wrong?” The king asked panting. Out of breath, Mousa responded: “You gave me the wrong key.”

  • Intimate Affairs: MY MUMMY IS GETTING MARRIED

    By Funke Egbemode

    Lola is 59 and getting married again. She has been single for 27 years and had, with the grace and help of God, raised four children all by herself. She made the announcement at New Year dinner with her children in Canada and all four of them dropped their cutleries. Their eyebrows simultaneously shot up. That was followed by what felt like an hour-long silence. Then, somehow, they all found their voices at the same time.

  • Intimate Affairs: THE FOOLHARDY HE-GOAT

    By Funke Egbemode

    A man with the he-goat spirit is a man who does not listen to your advice. It’s not that he does not respect you. It’s just that he respects that thing in-between his legs more. He is not deaf either, he just likes the sonorous voice of his third leg. It is sweet in his ears. And anyway, the vibes he gets from doing things with his partner-in-crime, his third leg, leaves him feeling like a king and conqueror. A very good feeling, I gather.

  • Intimate Affairs: THE HUSBAND SNATCHER

    By Funke Egbemode

    ‘Whose idea was this whole ‘husband snatcher’ theory? Who started it? I asked my friend. He’s a man, street-wise one too.

  • Intimate Affairs: THE OTHER ABUSIVE MEN

    By Funke Egbemode

    When we hear wife or spousal abuse, our minds prop up the image of a woman with eyes swollen shut, broken nose or arm in a sling. However, not all abuse is physical; there is also mental, emotional and financial abuse and the victims suffer as much as the ones whose husbands pound and pummel.

  • Intimate Affairs: THE PETROL ATTENDANT AND HIS NOZZLE

    By Funke Egbemode

    This piece was inspired by a story told by the old man of an honourable member while I served briefly at the National Assembly. His choices of words were really what got me thinking. I must confess I was eavesdropping but, trust me, I got the intimate lessons in the intimate gist.

  • Intimate Affairs: UNWISE SACRIFICES

    By Funke Egbemode

    Patty was in pain, deep searing pain. She was not supposed to be in this place, end up at this sorry pass. She gave Alhaji her all, the relationship her everything. Relationship? Was what they had even worth calling a relationship because looking back from her balcony of grief, all she could see now was a one-winged flight that eventually crashed spectacularly. The pain wracking her body and soul was made worse by the feeling of foolishness. You know how you feel when you finally realised you’ve been used, had, taken advantage of and you allowed it all happen, with your eyes wide open.

  • Intimate Affairs: WHAT EXACTLY DO MEN WANT FROM US?

    By Funke Egbemode

    Why do men think big successful girls are single because all they want is money and independence instead of marriage and commitment? Why do they think being financially independent mean you want to live alone and die lonely? Well, the women also suspect that there is a hidden agenda somewhere. Yeah, can the men swear that they are not the ones annulling our rights and mandates while promising to ‘Insha’ Allah ‘empower’ us. You can’t win against their armoury. It is so difficult to please or understand the way their minds work. But haven’t I warned that there is no point trying to decipher a man’s mind?

  • Intimate Affairs: WHAT WOMEN WANT

    By Funke Egbemode

    So there have been protests from certain quarters since last week’s piece titled ‘WHAT EXACTLY DO MEN WANT FROM US?’. How dare you make it look like men are difficult, insatiable, irritable and mean? How about what men want from women or at least those things you women really want instead of being sarcastic? I chuckled at that because men have been pretending that they don’t understand women since Adam willingly took the apple from Eve and voraciously devoured it. They will continue to pretend confused even if you give them one apple per minute. It’s their way and women have made their peace with all that. But me, I’m a good girl, even if I said so myself. That is why I am obediently throwing more light on what women want from their men.

  • Intimate Affairs: WHEN 'SORRY' MEANS NOTHING

    By Funke Egbemode

    We called them the ‘happening couple’. Flex (real name was Felix) was a 500 level Medicine student while Tunrayo was a 200 level Law student. Though the two of them were very busy ‘effico’, they spent every free moment together. They went to the bukateria together, walked hand-in-hand to the library and the cinema. They were a reference point especially when we girls wanted to ‘yab’ our NFA male classmates who were in the habit of giving excuses to their girlfriends as to why they couldn’t take them to see a movie at Oduduwa.

  • Intimate Affairs: WHEN A GOOD WIFE LEAVES WITH HER GOODNESS

    By Funke Egbemode

    When Debola and Akin got married, Akin was not in a good place financially. He was living from hand to mouth, struggling to pay his rent and generally depending on salary advance to get through the month. He was getting on in years and his parents were permanently on his case to get married. He was reluctant to commit to any serious relationship. How was he expected to feed two mouths when he couldn’t feed himself? How can you tell a new bride not to get pregnant because his tiny room-and-parlour could and would not expand because the occupant was now married? Akin dug in his feet, avoided his parents as long as he could because of the marriage thing.

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