Category: Feminique

  • When love kills…

    You know the saying, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Well, what if the beholder is completely blind? You might be seeing something beautiful, while everyone else sees a disaster. Are you looking through the lens of blind love?

    Everybody thinks that love is a precious thing that enriches the world, which could be true, but there are different ways to love and when we do it blindly, the are consequences.

    This result has been arrived at through scientific study.

    To love means to have someone on your mind throughout the day . You feel worry, stress, longing and hope. Sometimes, all at once.

    However, if love and passion are one and the same, following your heart may very well mean losing your mind. People who love so passionately have emotions that run both hot and cold. It is true, that, there is a line to be drawn between love and passion, but most of us don’t see the difference. How can you have one without the other?  Together, love and passion rule our lives. You can find both in music, in art, in technology, in fashion and in food.

    When you are in love, you start living for another person who means the world to you. You put his or her interests and prioritize this person before all else. This mentality, this new way of life, changes you. Love doesn’t end with finding that something or someone, that is when your journey begins.

    Everything that follows, all the work you put in , all the focus and energy, all the tears that you will inevitably shed, will make you the person you are meant to become.  I have severally seen cases where love can make you act like a robot. You become clueless. You might even become a “beck and call” individual all because one has falling for that special person. Not a bad thing. It just becomes criminally wrong when you begin to act out of the ordinary.  You place a call every three minutes. You cannot function well except you hear from your love interest. You smile when they smile. You annoyingly ‘ vex’ when they are’ vexing’  When you are on the phone with them, everything else goes into oblivion.

    You threaten suicide when they so much as hint a separation. You are easily devastated when there is a red alert. You are going to be alone with your thoughts most of the time. Those thoughts are what will both lift you and throw you into the mud.

    I once had a male colleague that not only washes his woman’s undergarments ( which could be nice sha) but after washing and spreading it to dry, he begins to sniff them. ( whatever that means). You can then begin to imagine what happened to him when she eventually dumped him for a richer man, who married her as his the fifth wife. Sad. He spent months in the hospital trying to figure out what he did wrong. As I write this piece, he is yet to handle a stable relationship because he is trying to find his ex in every woman that comes his way.

    A cousin’s wife, of blessed memory, lamented to me her dilemma.

    She had three wonderful daughters for him. She was responsible for raising the girls to university level. Single-handedly built their first home and finally, on retirement she gave all her entitlement to my cousin. Who does that! My cousin, thereafter married a younger, second wife in search of a male child.

    He threw her sacrificial love for him right through the window. Today, she is dead, leaving behind three very successful graduates, who has sworn never to love stupidly and never to forgive their dad. Today, my cousin’s second wife has given to him a second daughter. Still waiting for the male child abi? Right!

    If you really put your heart into the cause, understand that it can break. You are going to make mistakes. You are going to mess things up. You are going to forget things and lose track of time. You will feel that you did everything right but failed anyway. Love sometimes hurt. You can put your soul , blood and sweat into making things right and you can be devastated when they don’t come together. Looking at the brighter side, it can also make you stronger. Stronger for the next time you push with everything you have got. You may fail again but success will happen as long as you persist. Out of all the confusion that comes from losing your mind, you emerge from the process a better individual. You come out, God willing, of that dark tunnel, wiser , smarter and even more passionate than before.

    This journey, I assure you, will be lonesome. Don’t expect much support. Some might even ridicule you, thinking you were simply stupid to have fallen so hard. Friends and families could be there, but not always, and ultimately, you will have to make yourself fine again. Happy loving, just don’t lose it.

    Keri Hilson Sings;

    Not again

    Oh, this ain’t supposed to happen to me.

    Keep rocking and keep knocking.

    Whether you louboutin it up or Reebokin

    You see the hate that they serving on a platter

    So, what we gonna have, dessert or disaster?

    I never thought I’d be in love like this

    When I look at you my mind goes on a trip

    Then you came and knocked me on my face. Feels like I’m in a race but I’ve already won first place

    I never thought I’d fall for you as hard as I did

    You got me thinking bout our life , a house and kids, yeah

    Every morning I look at you and smile

    Cause boy, you came around and you knocked me down, knocked me down

    Sometimes love comes around and knocks you down

    Just get back up when it knocks you down,

    Knocks you,

  • Do you know the size of your wife’s bra?

    RESEARCH findings show that seven out of ten men don’t know their partner’s bra size. This reveals how little many men know about the women in their lives.

    Women want their partners to know the little things. Not knowing tells us that you are not listening to us or that the details of our lives are not important enough for you to remember.

    This can in more ways than one be very frustrating for a woman. She listens and knows the minute detail about her man. She knows the boxers or inner wear sizes that would suit her man. Imagine how discouraging it could feel just to know that your man does not know the simplest thing like the size of your bra. A bra he might help to unhook every day.

    Recently, I was privileged to attend a social function and the master of ceremonies introduced a couple’s game. Five couples were brought to the floor and, of course, they were applauded for having the courage to participate in game.

    The first set of questions were thrown to the wives about their husbands. The instruction was for them to write the answers while the men would confirm if the wives answered the questions correctly.

    The questions ranged from the sizes of their husbands’ shoes to their favourite foods, colours and television programmes. Interestingly, four out of the five women answered the questions correctly while the remaining one only missed the question on his husband’s favourite colour.

    Thereafter, it came to the turn of the men. They were also required to answer the same questions as the women. The only two questions that were different were what their wives would do if they (wives) suddenly won a lottery and what the size of their wives’ bras were.

    At first, you could see the amusement on the faces of the male contestants. Perhaps they felt it was a tricky question. The audience all laughed so hysterically that at some point, I began to wonder what was so funny.

    Whilst the men wrote down their answers and responses, the time came for the MC to announce who had answered the questions correctly as well as the winner. Their answers were so funny that even those on the high table were laughing uncontrollably.

    The only answer all the contestants were able to respond to was that their wives’ favourite television programme was Zee world, a trending Indian soap opera. Only one man was able to positively respond to his wife’s bra size. Thumbs up for him. The reactions from the other women was everything but happy. Little wonder why.

    It is somewhat disturbing. Like, seriously, how can a man live year in, year out with his spouse and not know such an important detail about his partner’s life? One can pardon a man for forgetting their wedding anniversary date, her birthday or their children’s birthday (it happens sometimes). In some cases, some men even forget their own birthdays!

    I know of a particular family where on an annual basis, the wife and kids have to remind their dad of his own birthday! Epic. Excuses can be proffered for these because he might be so preoccupied with so many other pressing issues that affect family and work. But how do you begin to explain not knowing your wife’s bra size?

    A bra is a constant undergarment your spouse has to put on regularly. Daily.

    There is the full coverage, the lined full coverage, the demi, the push up, the wireless. There are bras that are padded and some that are not. You do not have to be burdened with all those information. All we need you to pay attention to is that little label behind or beside the bra. The number is neatly written in there. Don’t be in such a hurry to go back to your sports or wine glass without finding out.

    It makes a huge difference if you are among the men who knows the size of the bra.

  • One man’s ex can be another’s treasure

    THIS is a true story of my cousin who was involved in a relationship way back when I was a teenager. She was on the very weighty side when she met her boyfriend. To say she loved him would be putting it very mildly. Figuratively speaking, she worshipped the ground he walked on . Their relationship could be described as a one – sided love affair. She was in love. He was in business-the business of using and dumping. The flat nosed boyfriend ( of blessed memory) could barely stand the sight of my dear cousin, literally speaking.

    Till date, I still wonder why she chose to be with him in the first place. They were both graduates and doing quite well in their individual fields. However, financially, my cousin was doing much better. She owned a brand new car while the boyfriend rode in a fairly used car.

    Since some of us were much younger to understand fully what was going on, my cousin, in trying to be discrete, chose to keep the abuse away from family and even close friends. She went through the proverbial hell and high water all by herself. Sad!

    Two years into their relationship, things began to gradually get out hand. The guy obviously got tired of putting up false appearances and began to publicly humiliate her. The first glimpse we had of the abuse was when we attended a wake keep ceremony of a distant relative. We had all gathered but noticed our cousin’s car was neatly parked in a corner but there was no sign of her. Despite the beehive of activities- dancing and drumming, there was simply no sign of her. On sighting her boyfriend, we decided to inquire about her whereabouts.. Reluctantly, he pointed us to her parked car.

    Worried, we walked towards the car and to our shock, our cousin was locked up in her own car. When she saw us , through the tinted glasses , she tried to manage a very weak smile. Young, as we were, we asked her why in the world she should be locked up in the car when activities were going on  outside.

    Unable to bottle up her emotions anymore, she opened up and said, ” Ikechukwu” ( not real name) said I should remain in the car.”  Simultaneously, we all screamed “why”?

    Till date, I still shudder to recall the incident of that fateful day .  she said Ikechukwu had told her to remain in the car because he was ashamed to be seen with her in public because she was too fat !

    We pleaded o, dear readers, we pleaded with my cousin to come down from the vehicle and join family and friends, who love her so much, but tearfully she refused.

    Her excuses, were, ” Ikechukwu would be mad, he would be too upset, I just can’t afford to make him think I’m disrespecting him , I love him too much. He will be really mad if I ever considered disobeying him.  I just want him to be happy.” Chai!

    As committed family members, and as teenagers who felt so pained by the abused woman our cousin had become, all we could do was stand by the car with her till dawn! We had no choice. The family’s rule back then was, when one of us is hurting, we are all hurting.

    It was also the family tradition that we all travel to our country home to spend Christmas. It was usually fun. It affords us the opportunity of meeting up with old friends and family members that had not been heard from for years, even decades especially those in diaspora. We were seriously looking forward to a fun time as so many activities were usually lined up. It also afforded us the opportunity of showing off our new clothes, shoes, hairdo, false lashes and false polished nails, just name it. We were going to show the rural girls that there was a clear difference of being  city babes!

    On arrival, the incident awaiting us was going to flush down all our plans right down the drain.

    We got to hear that our cousin had arrived days before us and was in her room.

    We all ran to her frantically knocking on her door because of the excitement. On opening the unlocked door , to  our shock we met her lying on her bed and crying her eyes out. As a matter of fact, on sighting us she cried louder . What is the problem, cousin dearest, one of us managed to ask. One word, she said, “Ikechukwu” .

    We were simply blown away. You mean you guys are still dating? After the way he treated you in the past, we all wondered. The abuse  and maltreatment of two years? He is ugly! What do you see in him? Questions were just pouring out in torrents and one by one, we were able to calm ourselves in order to hear what he had done this time.

    She narrated how he had dumped her for another girl using her weight as an excuse. To further worsen an already bad situation, he brought home the new girl and warned her never to contact him.

    If we thought that was the worst that had happened,  we were criminally wrong. Our nightmare had a second part to it. Our cousin dearest, implored us this time to go begging him to take her back! Promising to shed weight, get him a car, hide herself during outings if that would make him happy. In summary, we found ourselves, on Christmas eve, pleading with a very reluctant guy to take our cousin back. After we had stooped low to massage his already bloated ego, he threw all our pleas right back in our faces, telling us to go back and encourage our cousin to move on because he had done the same.

    Fast forward to the present, our cousin, is today married to a seasoned journalist, a fine , tall , dark and handsome man. They are blessed with a beautiful daughter. Years ago, they relocated to Canada and we couldn’t be happier for her. Her husband, our sweet in law  is so crazy about her that comparing him with her past was like comparing apples and oranges. His love for her we can safely describe as “sent from above.”

    Sadly, Ikechukwu, died two years after their break up , he died in an auto crash  whilst travelling to pay the bride price of his fiancée. May his soul rest in peace. No one , not even my hurt cousin  wished  that for anyone, God forbid. All my cousin did was muster the courage to move on. He hated her for no reason. Even, when you don’t have feelings for someone, there are ways to diplomatically let them know without necessarily hurting them. My cousin was his ex and perhaps trash? Today, in Canada, she is another man’s treasure.

    One man loses sight of the beauty he once saw. Letting her go, he has love no more.

    Another man finds adventure in her eyes. He longs to wipe the tears that torment her inside.

    One man had her love but he didn’t know how to cherish.

    His love became blinded and he allowed it to perish.

    Another man takes notice of her smile, her warm heart and soul.

    He treasures her and vows not to let her go.

    One man forgot the good times and let the bad times outweigh

    He was overpowered by lust which caused him to stray

    Another man has hope for a new beginning, new love, a new start

    With his sweet ways, he wins her over, he wins her heart

    One man’s ex is another man’s treasure

    That’s life, so it seems

    She won’t give up on love because real love will heal anything

    What one man let’s go, another man will hold on

    New love will open once the last love is gone.

  • Was our forefathers’ style of wooing better…?

    Greetings people! Hope our week was fruitful?

    Mine was quite interesting. Today, we are looking at our forefathers’ ways of proposing to their spouses back then and how the present generation is handling theirs. Which is better? Who is happier? Our daddies and grand daddies, or our present ‘yuppy’ daddies? Are there things we ought to emulate from them? Have we refined or overrefined their ways of doing things? Were they more romantic?

    The topic came about at a recent group discussion during a retreat. A woman came up to tell how romantic her husband is. She recalled  how he proposed in a grand style.

    “Steve is one person that knows how to catch his fun. He is a meticulous person to the core. So I knew we would be happy together. The most connecting aspect of our union is that I’m a romantic person as well”

    He proposed to her on one bended knee. He applied all the works, figuratively speaking. There were flowers, candlelight dinner, including wine et al. “In spite of all the drama” , said another member of the group , a male,  “I am of the opinion that our forefathers were better in everything. All we are practising now in the name of ‘proposal’ is nothing but a borrowed culture. I have been happily married for a decade and a half and I believe my wife and I are very happy.

    “My wife got pregnant with our first child during courtship. We both decided to make our union legitimate and got married. Why should I propose? We are both consenting adults. How many times did our forefathers propose. As a matter of fact, their marriages back then lasted till death did them part.

    “No formal proposals on bended knees, no flowers, plastic or real, they had none of that. Yet they were happy. They had very healthy marriages. Conflicts were minimal because no one was claiming equality. I encourage this present generation should be more original, please. ”

    Another speaker made his own contribution, ” I will liken my marriage to that of our forefathers. Our fathers were happier because their marriages were arranged. Their love was genuine. For me , it should not be about the proposal alone. There’s more. It is the aftermath that should matter not the paparazzi part.

    “Back then, our mothers knew their place, while the men were fully in charge. Food and shelter were all provided by the man. Husbands were revered whether he had one wife or more . There was order. There was little or no need to propose. If a man fancied a girl, he would tell his parents, and they would do the necessary investigation and follow-up.

    The necessary bills were picked and a home was happily formed . I am proud to state hear that my marriage was an arranged one and we are both happy.

    To further buttress his points, he continued:  “I pity what we have now. What we have now is social media attention seekers. Followed by loud weddings and oftentimes broken homes.”

    He cited the instance of a man on  the social media who took the standard of proposals to an entirely new level. “A man proposed to his girlfriend with a pink car and lots of pink balloons. I condemn it and feel it is nothing, but a gimmick to show off his creative nature by improvising and making his own proposal a unique one . Our forefathers were happier. They were thought morals and values .  Money was not a priority for them. ”

    It was Williams Shakespeare who said in one of his classic works, Macbeth, that life is a stage where people play their part and make their exit. Our forefathers came on stage, played their part very well and made their glorious exit.  My take is that our forefathers left a remarkable print on the sands of time . We are expected to build and improve on what they taught us. Marriage proposals should be peculiar to couples.

    What works for one might not work for the other.

    Take for instance what happened recently at a shopping mall. A lady decided to bite the proverbial bullet and propose to her boyfriend. She went further to go down on a bended knee, but to everyone’s shock the guy turned her down! Go figure. Trust Naija! Instead of showing some form of sympathy, almost everyone around started videotaping the embarrassing moment.

    Another incident happened right in the middle of the Allen Junction. Luckily, it ended well. My favourite, however, is the Davido’s  Porsche proposal or was it toasting. Who wouldn’t say yes to that. Buy me Porsche anytime, my answer will be  Yes!   Kidding, I think, but seriously let us slow it down; propose according to how we really feel. Not by the sweetness of the melody ‘Joromi Joromi’.

    About who does it better?

    Your guess is as good as mine, but I would love to hear from you.

  • Want to win as a woman? Play by the rules!

    WINNING has different definitions for different people. To one, it could be recovering from an illness; it may be passing an examination. To others, it could be suddenly becoming rich and to some others it is having enough to meet one’s needs. For a woman, a win should be a must. What is a win to you may be a walkover to me and vice versa

    Winning is triumph. It is having or being that which makes you fulfilled.

    Many set on the paths of triumphs, but get weary along the way and return to defeat, depression and misery. Others think that they should win because they have suffered for so long forgetting that probably they have not done what is needful to win.

    A top female physician, Mrs. Rosemary Abuah, said: “You don’t win because you have a suffering experience, you win because you play by the rules. One of the rules is fighting. If there was no opposition, everyone would be a winner.

    “It is the situation that calls for war. You don’t just fight, you fight lawfully.

    “Some women can fight but they do so unlawfully, they fight the wrong people, using the wrong weapons. They fight for their enemies and not against them.”

    We asked how women can fight lawfully, she further explained: ”You participate, you enlist, and then go out and people know you are competing. You demand for what you want. Crying or self-pity is definitely not participating.” She added: ”Sitting idle is not fighting. Go where you are likely to get help for what you need. Do only those things that can change your situation.

    “Negative thinking and talking, wrong attitude desiring pessimism, emotional problems, wrong choices, keep people constantly out of the ring, you stand disqualified, no matter how hard you try”.

    Mrs Abah further gave a few tips that women need to know to ginger them up to fight and win.

    Goal Setting: You cannot win without a goal post. It is often said that the higher the goal post, the easier the chances of scoring. Losers, on the contrary, think that the lower the goal post (or desire), the higher the chances of winning.

    Those who don’t set goals at all, get tossed to and fro every year with nothing to aim at or fight for.

    Enthusiasm: Every woman that must win needs that inner fire to burn from within, otherwise there will be no reason to go on when things bleak.

    Before you win, there could be many discouraging reports. A lot of excitement, enthusiasm and interest about something, will keep you on the road for a win.

    Persistence: Continuing to try to do something in spite of difficulties, especially when other people are against you and think you can be stopped, then you win.

    See it: If the naked can see herself clothed, she will fight to have same. If the hungry can see a prepared table, she will fight to have same. If the homeless can see a beautiful home, she will fight to have same. People do not fight because they see nothing. It is what you keep seeing that keeps you fighting till you win. So, what do you see?

    Have it: If you must win, this is the path to take. Begin to live as if you already have it. You won’t have it when you have won. You have it before you win. It is knowing that you have it that will make you refuse a no for an answer.

    We have no idea when you will win, but we know that with the above tips, i.e. if you have set goals to aim at every day, every week, every month, every year, so many good things will start happening to you.

    You will become stronger every day with growing self-esteem. When you look back, you will marvel at the changes that have taken place in your life. If you win in the real sense of the word, there will be other successes to celebrate. Unlike the non-fighters, you can count some blessings. Another fact is you will win if you don’t change your mind about winning. Women will win when they stop waiting for trophies. There is something to do to win. Don’t forget, it is always “Well done”. There is a price to pay. We have to face the real opponents, our fears, our inhabitations, our mental weakness, our visionlessness, our planlessness, our slothfulness, our ignorance, our selfishness, our superficialness, our idleness, our solitude – and fight to win.

    Pursue Success: Become loyal to your success.

    Work at it. Work it out.

    Women are no failures. Art Williams says: “Somebody is going to win and the person who wins will be the person who is just a little bit tougher. The person who waits just a little bit more”.

    I challenge you to surprise everyone including yourself. John Mason says: “One of the greatest pleasures you can find is doing what people say you cannot do”.

  • Never underestimate the strength of a woman

    This one goes out to all my women, my strong women

    So amazing how this world was made, I wonder if God is a woman

    The gift of life astounds me to this day, I give it up for the women.

    She’s the constant wind that fills my sail…oh, that woman

    With her smile and her style, she will protect like a child… That’s a woman

     

    She will put a smile upon your face, and take you to a higher place,

    So don’t you underestimate

    The strength of a woman

    The strength of a woman

     

    Woke up this morning, I got up with the scent of a woman

    Just picture, if you would what life would be

    Ain’t much good without a woman

    She can nag and be a constant pain oh, that woman

    But that hips, she’s got me whipped

    And it’s just too hard to resist …

     

    Above is the lyrics of a song by Shaggy, highlighting the power of a woman. Women, naturally, are believed to be more magnetic than men. Men draw much of their confidence and attraction from women. It is through the woman’s influence that the man becomes refined and interesting.

    Many abrasive and carefree men have been refined shortly after meeting women of their interest or choice. A woman’s charisma, conviction and mental inspiration have been the invincible forces behind some men’s advancement.

    In fact, nearly all our great men often attribute much of their successes in life to the influence of their wives. Their help or support is not only in the physical but also in the mental and the spiritual. The mental image of the husband crystalises into a reality through promotion at work or big breakthrough in business.

    A woman of strong magnetism can accomplish wonders with a man in a short time. Sequel to the above facts, we sought to know how women have been able to influence their men, environment and homes.

    Mrs Edith Bassey

    A woman should seek to preserve her individuality, develop and improve herself. Many women sometimes miss it. After marriage, they change into tools on their husbands’ will. Thus, they become monotonous and tiresome to the husband whom they seek to please.

    Submission does not mean stupidity; it simply means respect for the other person’s feelings. As a woman, you can exhibit your God-given talent to influence your home positively thereby winning the respect and accolades of your husband and kids.

    Mrs Bolaji King

    The strength and influence a woman has on her home, environment and society at large cannot be overemphasised. I will give the instance of a neighbour of mine. He lost his wife of many years. It was a horrible experience for him as expected. The man was not able to find a reason for living. He became a complete wreck afterwards, totally ignored his outward appearance and everything that hitherto mattered to him. It was that day that the reality of the importance of a woman in a home dawned on me. Women have the kind of impact that cannot be easily erased or substituted by a man.

    Mrs Chidera Obinwa

    A woman determines at the final stage what happens in her home. Take my home for instance. When I got married to my husband, with the little I knew about him, it happened that he liked to have his way on all issues. However, things changed for the better when I came into his life.

    It was not like I was controlling him or anything like that. It was just that I knew better when it came to making certain decisions that concern our home, especially when it comes to redecoration of the house. In fact, these days, I determine what type of food he eats, and so on. Also, during our courtship years, his house was a huge mess. Thanks to God, today, it is no longer a house but a home.

    I also discovered the inner strength a woman has when it comes to determining the mood in the house. I subconsciously observed that when I’m happy, everyone is happy, and when I encounter an ugly day at work, your guess is as good as mine.

    Men sometimes find it difficult to admit, but the truth is that the woman runs the home, regardless of the man’s financial input. Even in the running of the society at large, when a woman does her thing, it becomes better than the man left it.

    Mrs Joyce Suleiman

    The woman is a special gender. A woman that sets her heart on achieving a particular goal can do that, irrespective of the odds.

    Women, these days, are excelling in all spheres of life, in all sectors of the economy. We have risen in our political ambitions. We are practically everywhere. Even the seemingly “boys club” women are fast joining. Talk about sports (wrestling, football, boxing, tennis), women are there live!

    Even in our homes today, we can still feel the edge over our male counterparts. For instance, whose relatives visit more? Whose relatives and friends are freer when they visit? When a woman is delivered of her baby, whose mother visits first? We all need to get this straight, respect it and the world would be a better place.

    Mrs Ovuokpoye

    To say women are powerful would be an understatement. Women are very powerful. When I got married, it was initially rosy until three years into our marriage when it became a cat and mouse thing. It went from one degree of misunderstanding to another, and you know men, they feel they can live without us.

    Each time we had a disagreement, my husband will tell me to pack…all I heard consistently for six months from my husband was “pack your things”, “leave my house”, “I will throw you back to the slum where I picked you from!”

    Anyway, a day came and I decided to leave his house for him and temporarily moved in with a friend of mine. Come and see the chaos that followed my departure. I was told by those that saw him how he went pleading with my parents, promising to turn a new leaf. He went further to tell a friend of mine how all he said and threatened were jokes.

    To cut the very long story short, because I made sure he suffered a little before going back, we are back together again and he is now a born again husband. I need to mention that he does not threaten me again, at least for now.

     Mrs Memeh Nkechi

    My husband works in one of the top airlines today, thanks to me. No, no, I didn’t do anything fetish or sleep with anyone. The bottom line is that I got him the job. He had applied to the same organisation for years but nothing happened until, to the glory of God Almighty, I intervened.

    All I did was to accost the chairman, shed a few tears, ok, plenty tears, blew my nose ceaselessly and the job became his, just like that. In fact, now, he treats me like a queen. Really, there’s no big deal, all I have simply done is exhibit the strength of a woman.

  • When a man bites a dog…

    HAPPY weekend, dear reader. I should have done this last week, but like they say, it is better late than never. Permit me to express how elated I am to introduce this column. Feminique will be an interactive platform on which we can talk about everything that borders on relationship.

    Of course, some of your reactions or contributions could subsequently be published, so we are assured of being on the same page. I encourage us all to seat back and fasten our seatbelts as we go on this ride.

    There’s a song that says “the heart is not so smart; it goes to where it should not.”

    Mr and Mrs Benson were a regular couple who were happily married until ‘life’ happened to their marriage. After their union, they lived under the same roof for 15 years without sex. To the outside world, they appeared happy, but it was nothing but a façade.

    A reverend father at some point decided to wade in after efforts by family and friends had yielded no result. Mr Benson, after 15 years, decided to open up to the priest.

    His narration: “I met and married my wife at the age of 18. I did not believe in love until I met my wife. I thought it was same for her because, just like me, she could not wait to get married to me despite our 14 years age difference.

    “I gave her the wedding of a lifetime. She was my world. She was my everything. Not at all feeling insecure about her age, I ensured she got admitted into a university; a decision I still regret till date.

    As soon as my wife gained admission, she lost it, literally speaking. Stories of her escapades with fellow students were getting to me almost on a weekly basis. As the older and wiser partner, I chose to forgive and overlook.

    After her graduation, I thought it would be better between us, especially when she became pregnant with our first and only child. But she continued with her promiscuous lifestyle one year after we had Ada. She kept denying these allegations, but deep down, I knew she was cheating on me… I just knew it.

    Fast forward to 15 years earlier. A married family friend of ours, had accommodation challenge and as a couple, we offered to help. It is another decision I will regret till my dying days. My friend came to me one fateful morning. This was two years after he had stayed with me for free.

    He said he had a confession to make; that as a fellow Catholic, he had gone to confess to a Priest about his sins and, as his penance (restitution if you like), the Priest had told him that the only way he could be forgiven was to confess his sins to me. At this point, I was looking for the nearest chair to sit on as my friend sounded very serious.

    He confessed to me that in the past two years that he and his wife had been staying in my house, he had been sleeping with my wife! At this point, I was just speechless. I was devoid of emotions.

    Naturally, my friend did not wait for my response. He had earlier packed his belongings and left my house together with his wife, leaving me with a broken heart. That was the day I vowed never to touch or sleep with my wife. She is heartless.

    On her part, she has cried and begged and sworn never to hurt me again. But for me, this was one hurt too many. As a Catholic, I will not divorce her unless she initiates it.

    After they both attended a couples retreat, counselling sessions et al, they have both decided to give their marriage a second chance!

    My thoughts …in this part of the world, women are designed to forgive their men, countless times. As a matter of fact when a man cheats on his woman, its no news. Just like “when a dog bites a man it’s no news, but when a man bites a dog.. it becomes a story. I think this couple will be fine…what do you think?

  • What chores do for your kids

    What chores do for your kids

    Every parent wants their kids to be better than they (the parent)ever were; unfortunately we fail to equip our kids with the right tools to do so. A simple thing most parents did growing up in traditional African households is fast becoming a thing of the past, and that is chores. By this I mean assigning duties or tasks to children on a daily basis. As much as we tend to focus on academics and intellectual growth, we fail to realize the importance of having children helping out as home. It is the most effective way to teach children responsibility, a work ethic, excellence, a spirit of service, empathy and lots more.

    Developmental psychologist and writer Richard Mende in his book Raising Can Do Kids says “Parents want their kids spending times on things that can bring them success, but ironically we’ve stopped doing the one thing that is a proven indicator of success and that is doing household chores.” This assertion is proven right in traditional Nigerian homes where you find kids routinely cleaning the house, washing, or even following their parents to the farm or market as the case may be. Have you noticed that oftentimes many people who grew up in the rural areas often tend to do better when they come to the city? The simple reason is that with all the hard work that goes into running a household and providing for the family, children from an early age learn to fend for themselves, and help out at home.

    Here are some things making your children to do chores will do for your child;

    Assigning children chores from an early age teaches them self-reliance, mastery, and responsibility. A Harvard University study carried out years ago revealed that over 40% of CEOs in the US are first born children. Such children are often saddled with the responsibility of looking out for their younger siblings from an early age.
    Doing chores teaches empathy and responsiveness to the needs of others. When children are trained from an early age to ‘help out’ in the home, doing things like taking care of younger siblings, elderly relatives, sick or invalid members of the household they learn sensitivity to the needs of others, an important life skill.
    Allowing children avoid doing chores for homework teaches children that achievement and good grades are more important than helping people, which is definitely not so.

    How to encourage kids to do chores

    Use the proper language- Praise and thank kids for being helpers, and not just helping, as this encourages them to do more.
    Create a timetable- Having a time table placed in a prominent place in the house, like the fridge in the kitchen means that it is accessible, and will more likely be used.
    Make it a game- Young children love to play, doing things like setting the table, cleaning their rooms, helping with folding and taking in the laundry can be made into a game they will love playing.
    Separate pocket money from chores- Don’t make the mistake of ‘paying’ children to do chores around the house. Attaching money to doing their chores makes children see it as payment for work done, thereby turning an act of service to a business transaction.
    Make the chores neutral- There are no good or bad chores, all must be embraced with an open mind, and remember that if you hate cleaning the house, the children will pick that up from you, and hate doing it as well.
    Pay attention to the type- Chores are the usual things that keep a household running, and teaching children to do their part teach skills like empathy. Bear in mind that they have to be routine tasks that take care of the family like cleaning and dusting the living room, instead of just personal care tasks like cleaning their bedrooms or washing their clothes. Psychologists claim that involving kids in choosing chores encourages more buy in.

  • The Diary of a Noble Self Employed Naija Dame. (13)

    The Diary of a Noble Self Employed Naija Dame. (13)

    I woke up feeling pleased with myself. I had money in my account and I was going to a client’s site. These two things give us Self Employed a buzz. I had to impress this client.So I carefully chose my clothes making sure it was colour coordinated and since it was one of these telecommunication outfits and they have money and pay their staff well. I must dress to kill, anyway so I thought. I arrived at the clients site at 7.30am, briefcase, LV bag, Manolo Blahnik shoes.
    To continue my story, the security guys questioned who I was, one look at me and it was obvious to them that I did not work there, I was to know why later. After waiting outside for more than twenty five minutes, I was asked to fill a register for all my gadgets, this was my register entry, Hp Laptop, ipad and iphone. I did not know I had to write the serial number against each of these items. So I had to take the jacket off the phone to access serial number. The security guy spotted my phone as it was the same as his. He asked me rudely why I had filled an iphone, and that I should always tell the truth, he asked me to cross off iphone and write the correct name. I obliged him that was the first humiliation of the day. I heard them laughing when I turned my back to them. From security post do reception took another 10 minutes. I was no longer feeling excited.
    After an hour I was eventually given a desk that I would use for the two week assignment. When the staff started arriving, I realised why I looked out of place. Everyone was wearing smart casual and hence I looked like an ‘overdressed turkey’ ready for a Christmas meal.  The female employees were ‘small small girls’ o they were speaking’ fone’. They all wore ‘canvas’.
    Well sha, I know it as canvas but I hear it is called trainers, Na wa o. I need to tell you about humiliation number two. I was sitting jejely at my desk, nobody greeted me good morning, and then I heard someone ask who I was. Nobody had a clue, they were talking as if I was not sitting in their midst. Then I heard someone from the far end of the room ask why I was wearing a pyjamas, and that her sister had the same colour I had worn. This cannot be true so I quickly got up with my ipad to go to the toilet. I went to the Marks and Spencer’s site and searched for PJ and lo and behold the image of my outfit popped up.  Eewo I had wasted the attire. Blahnik shoes on PJ, and the red coordinated trousers. I wanted the toilet floor to swallow me up at moment. But I must return to my desk.
    I went back to my seat, apparently they had placed me strategically under the central AC system, the blast started descending on me, I started sneezing, I got some funny looks as if I had come to invest them with germs, then I started shaking, my hands and feet started shrivelling. I was so so cold; it seemed I was in Iceland. I looked around but they all seemed comfortable. I realized in fact butter was not for monkeys. The day dragged on, when I finally stepped out. I appreciated the warm air. I need to be fortified for tomorrow.

  • Dangerous manicures to avoid

    Dangerous manicures to avoid

    Getting a manicure should be an opportunity to pamper yourself as you beautify your digits; unfortunately many ladies fail to realize that they could actually be putting their lives in danger at the manicurist. How? Investigations reveal that quite a number of nail studios pose a health hazard to clients due to their insanitary conditions. Furthermore lovers of acrylic nails need to be wary of a dangerous substance some contain, Methyl Metacrylate; a banned substance in many states in the US. Here are some of the dangers of exposure to MMA.

    MMA (Methyl Methacrylate) is an ingredient that was commonly used in early nail enhancements. It was used by orthopedic surgeons during bone replacements surgeries as bone ‘cement or grout’ and it has also been used in flooring products. Unfortunately it was not designed to be in contact with human skin. In the 1970s, the US Food and Drug Administration received a number of injury complaints associated with the use of MMA. As such, the FDA stated that the substance is poisonous. MMA is banned in 30 states.

    It is said that MMA can cause cancer, nail infections, respiratory problems, eye, nose and throat irritation, permanent nail deformities and allergic reactions. How? In order for MMA to adhere to the natural nail, the nail has to be buffed and etched, significantly. This procedure thins and weakens the natural nail, and puts it at a higher risk of absorption. While the strength of MMA is effective as an adhesion for bone and teeth in the medical and dental industries, it is not suitable for soft tissue such as the nail plate.

    Furthermore, because MMA is an extremely durable, hard substance, if the nail enhancement gets caught on something and breaks, it could tear the entire natural nail off its bed, an experience not a few acrylic nail wearers have been through. MMA liquid also burns the skin when it comes into contact. So when next you have a manicure/pedicure, take the time to confirm that the products used on you don’t contain this ingredient.