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  • Love Life: I Know He Has a Wife and Kids in Nigeria

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Teju: We met at work when I just got to the states in September 2019. We’re both nurses in a state hospital. She and one other Nigerian guy were the only Africans at the time. She’d been here for close to two years before me. So she took me under her wing, helping me to navigate and survive in the new environment. 

    Malin: I liked him immediately I met him because I have a thing for Nigerian men. But we started off platonic. I’d been happily married since I was 23.

    We started working closely together for long hours, so we got to talking and oversharing stuff about our lives. From day one, we both knew the other was married. I’d say loneliness brought us together.

    How did you both find yourselves in the US without your partners?

    Malin: We planned to relocate together very early on in our relationship before we got married. But I got my master’s visa, and he didn’t. They’ve consistently denied him one, so he’s still in Dar es Salaam. Now, he’s working on Canada. Once that works out, we’ll figure out how to unite… if we still want to.

    Teju: I didn’t come in the most straightforward way, so I couldn’t bring my family — my wife and two kids. I’m supposed to put things in place then send for them. But it’s becoming much more expensive to plan that. And I’m no longer in a hurry.

    Why not?

    Teju: This will get me in trouble. 

    I’m just comfortable with the way things are now. I love being with Malin. Things had gotten dry between me and my wife when I left Nigeria. I won’t lie that we were about to break up, but we weren’t the most passionate couple. 

    Malin: For me, the fact that he hasn’t been able to get his visa approved for so long is a red flag. I’m tired of waiting and hanging on to that hope. 

    Do they know you guys are together?

    Malin: No. Why would I want to start that kind of drama?

    Teju: I’ve considered telling my wife, but I think it would be cruel. I know she wouldn’t understand. It’ll just break her.

    Let’s go back a bit. How did you get into this relationship?

    Teju: We went from working closely together to her helping me get a better place to stay, figure out the subway and commute. In that first month, we were always together — at work, on the road, at home. She also helped me figure out my meals. In between all that, love happened.

    Malin: Like I said, I was lonely. And it helped that he wasn’t a creep. I met a decent, likeable Nigerian guy when I was at my lowest point, and it felt good helping him out. I knew staying so long in his space and being so accessible would lead to something else, but I couldn’t stop myself.

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    What happened next?

    Teju: COVID came, and being essential workers, we worked even longer hours, wearing PPEs and moving around when everyone else was stuck indoors. That was the highpoint of our friendship. Just constantly exhausted while making jokes with our other coworkers. We slept most nights in the hospital. 

    October 2020, the lease was up on my apartment, and we somehow started talking about being housemates so we could pool money together and get a decent two-bed.

    Malin: We ended up getting a three-bed with a third girl I knew from my former building. That’s when we technically moved in together. It’s also when we started sleeping together. He ended up spending most nights in my room.

    Were your spouses aware you had housemates of the opposite gender?

    Teju: My wife found out.

    I was originally supposed to live with my aunt when I moved here. Malin convinced me I could get a cheap flat closer to our workplace, and I was so excited to not have to squat with a relative at my age.

    My aunt eventually came to visit when I’d moved into the new apartment. She met Malin but didn’t say anything. Next thing I knew, my wife brought it up on one of our video calls. My aunt had called to tell her. She wasn’t happy at all, but I assured her not to worry about it.

    Malin: My husband knew we were housemates then. He didn’t think too deep into it. Maybe because there was another girl with us. But he doesn’t know we have a small house on mortgage, and we’ve moved in together. 

    When did that happen?

    Malin: In July 2021, and we’ve lived there together since. Our relationship levelled up after that. We started talking plans and finances because we wanted to move our life forward. 

    Teju: We’d spent too long in one place, struggling to reunite with our partners. We were ready to move on, at least in our careers and personal development. We took courses so we could get promotions and so on.

    Malin: The bulk of his money goes to his kids’ education in Nigeria. I’m happy he does it, but it’s also a constant reminder of his external responsibilities and what that means for our future.

    Have you discussed the future yet?

    Teju: Not much. 

    But some months after we moved in, one of our coworkers suggested that we declare a common-law marriage so we could get some benefits. So we did. 

    Malin: To all our friends and colleagues and the state of Texas, we’re married.

    And your actual spouses don’t suspect a thing?

    Teju: They don’t. I talk to my wife once a week and still send her money. We’re also still saving up for them to join me here. We decided the best way is for me to get a PR then invite them over.

    Now that Malin and I did the common-law thing, it might not work. She doesn’t know that. We’ll cross the bridge when we get there.

    Malin: I don’t think my husband suspects. He’s still hyper-focused on Canada. That’s all we talk about now. He’s working towards relocating in 2025. Fingers crossed for him. 

    We try not to talk too much about our marriage because I think we’re both trying not to trigger sadness and regret.

    So what happens when they finally make it out of Africa?

    Malin: I don’t know yet. 

    I love Teju, but I’ve confided in him that I might still have feelings for my husband. He was the love of my life before the whole unfortunate split. And Teju has his kids to figure out.

    Teju: I don’t see it happening anytime soon. I see Malin and I staying together until then. We’re a good team, and I can’t imagine figuring out life in this country with anyone else.

    How have you managed to build a working relationship on the back of infidelity?

    Teju: Ahh. We don’t think about it that way. We just did our best with the circumstances life gave us.

    Malin: Our relationship works because we don’t focus on guilt and regret. It’s about being each other’s support system in this lonely world. 

    We work together as well, so it’s been much easier to have someone to do everything with.

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    You guys give “work spouse” a whole new meaning 

    Malin: Yes. I suppose you could call us work spouses that took the name seriously.

    I don’t feel like I’m cheating actually. My husband and I can’t be together, and I’m supposed to just put my life on hold?

    Teju: The only thing I feel bad about is I know my family would’ve been here much faster if I didn’t get together with Malin. There are some things we could’ve done by now if I was a lot more excited for them to be here.

    Malin: Yeah, it’s tough because if his kids were here, we wouldn’t have to spend so much on school bills.

    Do you see yourself continuing to send money home for as long as they’re there?

    Teju: Yes. One thing I’ll never do is default on my responsibilities as a father. My dad was an absent father, so I feel bad enough that I’m putting my kids through that.

    Malin: That’s the only thing that brings friction to our relationship. His kids might be the only people he loves more than me.

    And how do you feel about that, Malin?

    Malin: Sometimes, it feels like baggage I didn’t bargain for. But I know it’s insensitive to say that given the circumstances.

    Teju: Yeah, there’s no way around that.

    Have you ever thought about having your own kids?

    Malin: I’m not sure I want to with him yet. 

    Teju: We decided we’d wait till we figured out where we stand with the people back home first. But it’s not completely off the books. At least, not for me.

    Malin: It’ll be a huge step. I don’t want to bring a baby into too much drama. We could get discovered at any moment. It’s both exciting and terrifying.

    Discovered by your spouses?

    Malin: Yes.

    Have you had any major fights yet?

    Teju: Not really.

    Malin: We argue a lot about very many things. But it’s always chill. I don’t think we’ve ever been genuinely angry with each other.

    Teju: We’re almost always at work anyway. So between that, sex and sleep, not much time to fight.

    Sweet. How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Malin: 9. We just get each other, and the way we support each other‘s rights and wrongs without judgement is so precious. The uncertainty makes things exciting too, but I know we’re not in la la land and shit can hit the fan at any moment.

    Teju: I guess I’ll say 9 too. I love being with her. I love that I’m doing life in the states with her. She’s helped me achieve way more than I ever imagined.

    The 1 will probably be for the fact that she still loves her husband and I still love my kids.

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  • I Regret Divorcing My First Wife

    Tokunbo’s* first marriage began to crash barely a year after the wedding due to infidelity and constant arguments. He married his current wife while processing his divorce in 2017 and thought he’d finally found a shot at happiness. 

    Seven years later, he’s struggling with regret and hopes to reunite with his first wife.

    As told to Boluwatife

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    I married my first wife, Yetunde* when I was 27 years old, but I’d loved her since I was 10. 

    We were childhood friends. Actually, she was my childhood bully. We lived in the same estate and we met when my dad bought me a bicycle as a reward for getting the first position in JSS 1. I rode the bike to the farthest part of my street that day, and as expected with children, other boys came up to me and asked me to let them ride for a bit. 

    I allowed a few boys, and Yetunde came to ask for a turn, too. I refused — not because she was a girl, though. I had a very small stature growing up, and Yetunde, who is two years older than me, was taller and generally bigger than me. I was scared she wouldn’t return my bicycle. She thought I was just being mean and forcefully dragged the bicycle from me. She did return it later, but we became sworn enemies after that day.

    Like I said, we lived in the same estate, so we always ran into each other. Whenever Yetunde saw me, she either mocked me by calling me “Stingy koko” or knocked down whatever was in my hands. I’m not even sure how we later became friends. I just know I reported her to my elder sister, and she made her stop bothering me. We became inseparable, and I thought she was the prettiest girl ever.

    We started dating in SS 3 and tried continuing in university, but we schooled in different states, and our love didn’t survive the distance. We only communicated occasionally via Facebook and only saw each other thrice over the next nine years. We always had a one-night stand kind of “reunion” each time we saw. One of these reunions led to Yetunde getting pregnant in 2014.

    The pregnancy came with serious issues for both our families. Yetunde’s family insisted we had to marry because it was taboo in their village to give birth outside wedlock. My own family said she was older and physically bigger than me, and that meant she’d control me in the house. In the end, Yetunde and I felt we still had feelings for each other, so we married.

    It’s safe to say both of us didn’t know what to expect in marriage. We didn’t even really know each other. We’d loved each other as kids and were attracted to each other sexually, but that was about it. Living together opened our eyes to the fact that it took more than childhood love and sex to keep a home.

    We fought over the smallest things. I remember how we kept malice with each other for three days because I farted in the sitting room, and it led to a huge fight. Parenting strained our relationship even more. I spent long hours at work, and Yetunde expected me to take over the baby’s needs once I returned because she’d done it all day. But I didn’t think it made sense for me to come home tired at night to start babysitting. 

    Yetunde resented me for that, and we fought endlessly. We also stopped having sex after our child was born. She just stopped letting me touch her. This was barely a year after marriage.

    So, I started cheating. I know I should’ve put in more effort to solve our issues, but I took the easy way out. It was just casual sex, honestly. There was this babe at work who I knew liked me. We got closer when Yetunde and I stopped being intimate, and things just got out of control. 

    Yetunde found out six months later after going through our chats. She threatened to leave, and I begged for weeks. She only agreed to forgive me if I tested for STDs. I did the test and came back clean, but she said we’d still have to abstain from sex for three months so she could confirm I didn’t have HIV.

    I was annoyed at that. It was like she thought I was a child who didn’t know how to protect himself. I still did the test again after three months, but I decided I wouldn’t approach her for sex again. If she really forgave me, she should also make the first move. She didn’t make any move. 

    I couldn’t cope, so I went back to having affairs. I think Yetunde knew, but she never confronted me again. We grew apart even more, and our conversations reduced to ordinary greetings or if she needed to ask me for something our child needed. I still sent her monthly allowances to care for the home as she wasn’t working. I wasn’t completely irresponsible.

    In 2017, I met the woman I’m currently married to — Comfort*. I initially intended to keep her as a girlfriend, but I fell in love with her and stopped seeing other women. Comfort didn’t know I was married.

    By now, I was tired of my marriage with Yetunde. I came up with every excuse possible to convince myself we weren’t meant to be together. I thought, if she hadn’t fallen pregnant, I wouldn’t even have had to marry her. Did I have to resign myself to a sexless, loveless marriage just because of one mistake?


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    I decided to put myself first, so I told Yetunde I wanted a divorce. Surprisingly, she didn’t argue. She just said she wouldn’t move out of the apartment, and I had to keep paying the rent. She also said she’d never give up custody of our child, which was more than fine with me.

    So, that same year, I married Comfort. I had to convince her we didn’t need a court wedding because I was still in the middle of divorce proceedings (which she didn’t know), and I heard I could face jail if I tried to remarry legally while still married. We even did the traditional marriage quietly because I didn’t want Yetunde to know and probably tell the court. My family knew about my issues with Yetunde, so it wasn’t difficult telling them of my choice to remarry and keep the whole thing quiet. 

    I only told Comfort after the court finalised the divorce in 2019. She was angry, but my family joined me to apologise to her, and all went well. I also tried to introduce her to my child, but Yetunde relocated out of the country with her. 

    I’m still shocked that she didn’t tell me beforehand. If I hadn’t texted her to inform her of my marriage and ask to see my child, she probably wouldn’t have told me they’d left. I mean, I still paid the child’s school fees for the previous term, so it wasn’t like I wasn’t doing my part. I wanted to drag the issue out, but I just told myself it was for my child’s benefit. 

    In my head, I was finally getting a new shot at happiness. I’d tried marriage, and it didn’t work out, but I had a second chance. I was also on civil terms with my ex and didn’t need to hide anything from Comfort again. I could now be happy without feeling guilty or thinking of another woman outside.

    And I was happy. Comfort even encouraged me to attend church more, and I gave my life to Christ in 2021. Since then, I’ve been serious with God and feel like a new person. But I’m now navigating a new kind of guilt: regret over divorcing Yetunde.

    I listened to a sermon in 2022 about how God hates divorce, and since then, I’ve been struggling with feeling like I made a grave mistake. The Bible says, “Whoever divorces his wife and remarries has committed adultery — except the wife was unfaithful”. Yetunde wasn’t unfaithful. She didn’t even do anything to me.

    No matter how I try to reason it in my head, I feel like I’m constantly living in sin by staying married to Comfort. It’s even affecting my walk with God. I feel like I call myself a Christian, but I’ll still go to hell because of this one mistake. I’ve never discussed this with Comfort.

    Some church elders I’ve spoken to about my concerns have suggested reconciling with Yetunde and probably letting Comfort go since we don’t have children together yet. But first, I don’t even know if Yetunde wants to come back. I know she isn’t married, but she might not want to have anything to do with me again. Second, what do I tell Comfort and our families?

    I wish I’d made better decisions and generally been a better person, but I can’t turn back the hands of time. I just know I need to make a final decision soon because I can’t continue living like this. Comfort already thinks I’m cheating because I’m constantly acting distant. Maybe I’ll gather the courage to beg Yetunde and hope she forgives me and returns. Or maybe I should just let Comfort go and live alone for the rest of my life. I don’t know.

    *Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity.


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  • 10 Rules of the Talking Stage

    The streets are crazy, so if you’re getting to know someone romantically, here are a couple rules you might want to follow.

    The do’s

    “Remember, you’re not exclusive.” – Martins

    You and your partner in talking might like each other a lot, but you need to remember that you’re still in the talking stage; nothing is set in stone, and you’re just getting to know each other. This means you can talk to as many people as you want.

    “Get to know each other.” – Obiageli

    The entire point of a talking stage is to learn more about each other, so actually do that. Talk to each other about the simple things — your likes, dislikes, hobbies — anything that won’t have them wondering how you haven’t spoken to a therapist or been declared clinically insane.

    “Remember that you can always run.” – Mariam

    If they’re unkind, homophobic, misogynistic, or just don’t have the same values as you do, pack your bag and run. It’s the talking stage, not prison. 

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    “Remind them to give you space when you need it.” – Rhema

    It’s the talking stage, which means you need to spend some time with this person and get to know them. However, that doesn’t mean they can call you out of the blue whenever they want or demand things from you. They need to know if you have boundaries you do not want to be crossed.

    “Meet up” – Angel

    It might be tempting to spend half your time talking over the phone, but at some point, you’ll have to put the phone down and meet in person. This way, you know if they’re actually your type, and they match your vibe.

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    The don’ts

    “Your family and friends don’t need to know them.” – Damian

    Sure, you can tell the people in your life about this person you’re talking to, but why would you want to formally introduce the person you’re in a talking stage with to the people that have known you for years? What title would you even introduce your talking stage with?

    “Don’t go second base.” – Somto

    A little peck here and there is cute, but no heavy over-the-clothes petting and no sex. It might cloud your judgement and have you feeling things you shouldn’t.

    “Don’t do pet names or nicknames.” – Damian

    If you can’t formally introduce them to anyone in your life, why should they give you nicknames and call you “baby” or “sweetheart” outside? If people ask why they’re being all sweet on you, what would you say?

    “Don’t force shit.” – Rue

    Don’t act out of character or do things you think they’ll like so they’ll make the relationship exclusive, and you can become a boyfriend or girlfriend.

    “Don’t be touchy.” – Ij

    Everybody should keep their hands to themselves. You don’t need to hold someone’s waist or touch their shoulder just because they’re getting to know you. That’s not how things work.

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  • Love Life: He Thinks Condoms Are for Laying With Harlots

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Aliyu: We met through family in 1988. Our fathers knew each other, and one day her father came to visit mine with her in tow. They stayed for about an hour, and we were introduced. She was shy and barely said a word. She just sat in a corner, and I remember me and my brothers watching her from the corridor to our rooms and talking about how beautiful she was. 

    Mariam: I was so self-conscious to be in a strange house with nothing to do but watch my father talk with his friend. I wasn’t supposed to accompany him there; he’d just decided to stop by on our way to getting the things I needed for school. 

    After that, we met more often during family and religious gatherings, and we just got close.

    When did you start to like each other?

    Mariam: After he kissed me in my father’s compound when no one was looking. It was the day after Ileya in 1989. I’d only ever been kissed once before, and it was nothing like his own.

    Aliyu: My brothers and cousins had discovered I liked her sometime before that. They saw that I’d sometimes stare at her. So at this gathering, they teased me into kissing her and telling her how I felt. I didn’t tell her how I felt. I just kissed her and disappeared. 

    What happened after?

    Aliyu: We went back to our lives. 

    She was still in school, and I was trying to get into the family trade of poultry farming. Not much happened until the next year when she was back from ABU for a long break and we met at the water factory her brother worked at. We talked a bit, and after she left, I told her brother I wanted to marry her. Imagine me with no money saying something like that.

    Mariam: My brother came back home and told me about it. I just laughed. I crushed on him since the day he kissed me without regard for my father’s house. But I didn’t want to believe he liked me back. I returned to school and thought about him for weeks, imagining us married.

    Why was marriage the first thing that came to mind and not dating?

    Aliyu: Maybe it was the times, but that’s what I wanted when I saw her. I wanted her to be my wife. So I worked hard while she was in school. I did everything to make more money. I started buying and selling goats and rams. I did deliveries briefly. I saved most of the money I made.

    Mariam: In school, I had a few other suitors, but I chose to wait for the possibility of being with Aliyu. I used it as a catalyst to focus on my studies. 

    He waited till 1992, my last year in school to go to my father and ask him about me.

    And then, you got married?

    Aliyu: No, we courted for another year. I wanted her to finish first. I didn’t want to rush or scare her.

    Mariam: During this period, he’d send me money and gifts all the time. 

    A lot of my friends were getting married while in school, but I appreciated the wait. The truth is I was scared of the responsibility of marriage. Learning from my friends’ experiences helped me feel prepared after graduation.

    What was the wedding like?

    Mariam: It was big. Our parents invited every single person they knew. We had three different ceremonies, and by the end of it all, I was exhausted. In fact, whenever I think back to my wedding, I associate it with tiredness.

    Aliyu: We didn’t get the time to bond before and during the ceremonies. Then after, we consummated and moved in together. The excitement wasn’t really there anymore.

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    What d’you mean?

    Aliyu: I’m not sure what I thought would happen, but I wasn’t prepared for how dull living with one person was. Everyone just avoided us because they didn’t want to intrude on our brand new marriage. 

    But we just continued on with life. She got a job, I ran my businesses, and we performed our duties.

    Mariam: I think we were fine until the kids started coming. 

    I had our three children in the space of four years and that was really hard for me. Once the third one was out, I got on family planning, and he didn’t like that.

    Aliyu: I understood why she had to, but she didn’t consult me first. What if I wanted one more child? I also didn’t like how it affected our sex. It became like a chore trying to get her in bed.

    How did you navigate this period in your marriage?

    Mariam: Taking care of the children mostly on my own was hard. I had to quit my job after I had the first one, but I was still always tired. Even with my mother and younger sister’s help. 

    Our communication was zero at this time, but he always provided, so I was content. 

    Aliyu: In my mind, I was giving her space and time to focus on motherhood while I focused on making us comfortable. Running the businesses was no piece of cake.

    Fair

    Mariam: Once the children were all old enough to go to school, we were never able to build our relationship. We were fully adults with adult worries and responsibilities. There was no time for gisting and jokes like I saw my friends do with their husbands. 

    I’m not sure how everything went so wrong.

    Aliyu: I found out she was sleeping with someone else.

    Sorry, what?

    Mariam: After I’d just had our third baby, I got close to one of my old friends from ABU, one of the “suitors”. He was still unmarried. So we met a lot when Aliyu was away at work and I wanted to get out of the house and the chaos of crying babies. We never had sex, but we got intimate sometimes. 

    Aliyu: I was also sleeping with my secretary at the time. But it didn’t stop me from being angry. Instead of telling her I found out, I just held it in and resented her.

    Did it eventually come out?

    Aliyu: Yes, when I saw her with another man different from the first one.

    We moved to Abuja from Kaduna in 2004, and I spent less time at home because I had to travel more. I had a new girlfriend, and most times, I’d take her on these trips with me. I was considering making her a second wife.

    One day, I saw Mariam leaving our house with this man when I’d just returned from a trip.

    Mariam: A trip with his “girlfriend” I’m sure, but he had time to judge me.

    Aliyu: Later that day, I confronted her about it and she just apologised. I couldn’t say anything again.

    You just let it go?

    Aliyu: Yes. I didn’t want stress, and I didn’t want to chase her out of my house. So what was the point of pushing it? I also thought it’d make her more agreeable to my bringing in a new wife.

    Mariam: Him not getting angry made me realise he didn’t care what I did. He didn’t care about me. He just wanted someone respectable to bear him children. And since I’d given him two sons and dared to do family planning, he was done with me.

    Aliyu: That’s not true. She was cold and that surprised me after we got married. I could never really get her to ease up and have fun with me.

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    So what happened after this second bout of infidelity?

    Mariam: This is when I feel we separated without separating. We just started leading different lives even though we still lived under the same roof — and slept in the same bed for nearly ten more years.

    Aliyu: I continued travelling constantly and we hardly talked. In 2007, I married a second wife, we had a son, and things were peaceful. But in 2012, the second wife left me for another man.

    Mariam: When he went to marry someone half his age. Guess who had to take care of an additional child for him.

    You?

    Mariam: Yes. The woman left her son. I recently heard she’s relocated overseas with her new husband and their children.

    Aliyu: I’d never have let her take my son to another man.

    After this, I just decided I wouldn’t take another wife. 

    But did the affairs continue on both sides?

    Mariam: Yes. I’m not proud to say it, but I’ve found other men I’ve felt more committed to than my husband. I considered remarrying once. In the end, I didn’t want all the drama and stigma. And I didn’t trust that the new man wouldn’t disappoint me. I also had three growing children to think about.

    Aliyu: I didn’t date anyone for years after my second wife left. It felt irresponsible of me to do so. Every woman I was with after, I only had sex with.

    Do you think your children feel any type of way about you living separate lives?

    Mariam: Probably when they were younger, but they’re now all grown with families of their own. 

    My daughter often calls me to try to force a reconnection between us because she’s feeling righteous. But I tell her off. She thinks it’s my fault the marriage isn’t “working well” because I never treated her father with respect. Imagine.

    Aliyu: There were times you could’ve been more humble.

    I think the children understand how hard life and marriage is now, so they’re fine. 

    Do you think you’ll ever divorce?

    Aliyu: No, I don’t believe in that. Even the prophet said that of all things permitted, divorce is the most hated by God. 

    Even though you’re both committing adultery?

    Aliyu: I believe marriage is for life. And I still love my wife. She’ll always be my first love. I do everything I can to treat her right. She’s also given me three beautiful children.

    Mariam: If I didn’t do it when I was maybe in my 30s, I don’t think I’d ever divorce because there’s no guarantee that what’s outside is better than what’s here. Aliyu is my partner in many ways, even though God did not permit that sex and companionship be one of them. 

    Today, we’re friends and we’re each other’s confidants.

    Right. What was your first major fight about?

    Aliyu: When she suddenly wanted to start using condoms during sex.

    Mariam: He never agreed to use them. That’s why I had to get the implants in secret. When I later told him, he was angry but placated that at least he didn’t have to put on a condom.

    Aliyu: Condoms are for laying with harlots.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Aliyu: 5

    Mariam: 5. Average.

    Check back every Thursday by 9 AM for new Love Life stories here. The stories will also be a part of the Ships newsletter, so sign up here.

    NEXT UP: Love Life: Nigeria Should Let Us Marry in Peace

  • AI Breaks Down How to Stay in a Marriage With a Cheating Partner

    We asked AI to share a full guide, and it’s response? “Sure, here’s a humorous take on staying in a marriage with a cheating partner in Nigeria.”

    Master the art of selective hearing

    When your friends start whispering about your partner’s escapades, develop the skill to only hear compliments. “Did you hear he was with that girl?” magically transforms into, “Did you hear he bought you a new car?”

    Enroll in advanced detective training

    Become Nigeria’s next Sherlock Holmes. Follow clues, check phone messages, and decode cryptic texts. You’ll be so good that even the local police will ask for your help in solving cases.

    Perfect your poker face

    No matter what bombshell news comes your way, keep a straight face. Channel your inner Nollywood actor. Your reaction should be so composed that it makes news anchors look like they’re overacting.

    Join the “don’t ask, don’t tell” club

    Adopt the policy of blissful ignorance. If you don’t ask about their whereabouts, they won’t tell you lies. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

    Become an Instagram detective

    Who needs private investigators when you have social media? Check tagged photos, comments, and new followers. Be the Sherlock Holmes of Instagram stories.

    Develop an appreciation for bad excuses

    When they come home late smelling of unfamiliar perfume and mumble something about a “late-night office meeting,” smile and say, “Of course, dear. Those office meetings must be really aromatic.”

    Keep a diary of creative excuses

    Document every outlandish excuse they come up with. One day, you’ll publish a bestseller: “The Encyclopedia of Spousal Excuses.” It’ll be a hit, especially in the humor section.

    Turn to Nollywood for inspiration

    Watch Nollywood movies for strategies. See how the characters deal with cheating partners. Dramatic confrontations, fainting spells, and breaking plates are all valid options.

    Create an imaginary friend

    When things get tough, talk to your imaginary friend about your troubles. They’re always there to listen, never cheat, and have excellent advice like, “Have another slice of cake.”

    Keep a stash of comfort food

    Always have your favorite comfort foods on hand. There’s no problem that pounded yam and egusi soup can’t solve, even if it’s just for a little while.

    Plan elaborate fake business trips

    Whenever you need a break, plan a fake business trip. Post pictures from random locations, and enjoy your “me time.” Bonus points if you can get your partner to believe you’re actually on a work trip.

    Join a support group

    Find like-minded people who understand your plight. Meet regularly to share stories, tips, and a good laugh about the absurdities of life with a cheating partner.

    Embrace the power of prayer

    Attend church services and pray fervently. If nothing changes, at least you’ll have a direct line to divine wisdom. Maybe your prayers will even inspire a miraculous transformation in your partner.

    Learn the art of subliminal messaging

    Subtly leave books like “Faithfulness for Dummies” around the house. Play songs with lyrics about loyalty. Perhaps some of it will seep in through osmosis.

    Develop a sense of humor

    At the end of the day, laughter is the best medicine. Laugh at the absurdity, the drama, and the ridiculousness of it all. After all, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?

    ChatGpt’s Disclaimer: This listicle is meant for humor and entertainment purposes only. Cheating in a marriage is a serious issue, and it’s important to seek professional advice and support when dealing with such situations.

    Hope you enjoyed this tongue-in-cheek guide!

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  • Ranked: The Most Embarrassing Ways Your Partner Can Stain Your White

    Your partner might stain your white at some point in your relationship, but while some white-staining moments are bad, some will have you crawling on the ground, begging for shelter from the humiliation your partner has dumped on your head. Believe it or not, these are some of the most embarrassing things your partner can do to you and your relationship.

    Beg their side piece

    It’s one thing to beg the person they’re cheating on you with. It’s another thing for them to wear strawberry pajamas, get on their knees, and beg for God knows what on camera.

    Crop you out of a picture

    It’s one thing for your partner to dislike public displays of affection. It’s another for you to post a picture with them, gushing about all the butterflies they put in your belly, only for them to turn around and post the same picture, without you.

    READ: What To Do When Your Partner Is Determined To Stain Your White

    Take you outside with a balaclava on

    If the supposed love of your life needs you to look like an upcoming armed robber before they can take you out in public, they aren’t the one for you. As a matter of fact, they’re your opp.

    Get curved when they try to cheat 

    We’re not saying creating is good. All we’re saying is that if your partner tries to get with someone else and the person tells them to hug a transformer, both you and your baby should be embarrassed, and you need to dump their ass swiftly.

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    Owe someone money 

    We’re not saying it’s a good thing to do, but even the Nigerian government owes people. If your partner is a chronic onigbese all you can do is bow your head in shame and follow these tips.

    Wash your dirty linen in public

    Some people don’t know how to keep their mouths shut and keep information to themselves. If your partner is like this, chances are when you get in a fight, they’ll run to the internet and spill all your secrets to whoever cares to listen.

    Take back things they’ve bought you after a breakup

    If your partner ex asks for everything they ever bought for you just because you get into a fight or end things, then they should be ashamed and embarrassed, not you.

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  • 7 Types of People You’ll Need on Your Bridal Train

    Your wedding is a very special day in your life and the people you surround yourself with on that day and the days leading to it are very important. When choosing your bridal train, you’ll need planners, jokesters, and everything in between to make sure your day goes smoothly. Here are the types of people you’ll need as you walk down the aisle.

    The bestie

    They probably know you better than you know yourself and would ensure you have everything you need, when needed throughout the day.

    The laid-back one

    People are going to try you on your special day. Someone will try and rush you while you get read, a vendor might act like there’s bomb in their head, and a million other things might try and stress you, which is why you need someone on your bridal train that is laid back and chill, so they can remind you to breathe and pass that stress to the planner or fighter in the group.

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    The planner

    They know what’s supposed to happen, when, and how it’s supposed to happen. They’ll most likely spend half their time dealing with annoying vendors or the actual wedding planner and making sure your special day goes on without a hitch.

    READ: Zikoko’s Favourite Nigerian Celebrity Weddings of All Time

    The fighter

    While the planner would have a more diplomatic method of handling any issues that may arise on your big day, the fighter won’t. They’ll most likely stand guard beside you through the day and stare daggers into anyone that tries to upset you through the day.

    The party animal

    You’ll need someone who knows how to have the time of their life so you can remember to have fun on your special day.

    The wannabe photographer

    You’ve hired a photographer and a videographer, but this bridesmaid would still pull out their phone to record every move you make throughout the day.

    The comedian

    This person fancies themselves a comedian, so if things get a little tense, you can always trust them to lighten the mood with a joke or two.

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  • My Mum’s Death Led Me to Find True Love

    For Pride Month, I was looking to speak with queer people who have found solace, community and enriching relationships when I found Jason*.

    He shares how he found love in the village on a trip to bury his mother and how distance dashed the hopes of his budding love story.

    My Mum’s Death Led Me to Find True Love

    As Told To Adeyinka

    It’s hard to find love when you’re vulnerable, broken, and grieving. During this time, people want to take advantage of you. But this wasn’t the case with my partner.

    I met my Femi* during one of the darkest periods of my life. I’d had several depressive episodes, but this felt different; it was triggered by grief. I’d just lost my mum and travelled from Lagos to our village for the funeral arrangements.

    Burying my mum was hard on me. It took me a while to come to terms with her demise and come out of my state of mourning.

    Initially, the plan was to attend the funeral, which would last a few days, and then return to base. But because of the scale of the preparations, I ended up spending about three weeks in the village.

    During one of those days in the village, I needed an escape from the grief that had overcome me, making me numb to what was going on around me. I was on social media to mindlessly scroll my sorrows away and landed on a dating app. The idea of interacting with a stranger seemed like a good distraction. A few minutes after I logged in, an account viewed my profile and texted me, and I responded. 

    As with most interactions I’d had on the platform, the chat dragged. This wasn’t surprising because a lot of people came on the platform for different reasons. People came seeking sex, companionship, relationships or the thrill of meeting new people. I was there seeking an escape from the grief I was feeling, so a part of me was largely indifferent.

    Shortly after we started talking, he broached a topic that piqued my interest, and that was how we hit it off. We talked about different things until the interaction fizzled out.

    After that first encounter, I fell back into my shell; I was still deep in grief and wasn’t keen on making new friends. Even though it felt refreshing to have random, interesting conversations with a stranger,  it was all I had strength for.

    But in a way, that first encounter with him also stayed with me. I’d not felt that free and unburdened to live life since my mum died. For starters, he wasn’t a reminder of what I was going through, unlike the relatives around me. Soon, I found myself coming online more frequently to text him. We’d also moved the conversation from the platform since we exchanged phone numbers. Our interactions were a rich mix of shared interests and life in general.

    We texted for hours between days, and soon enough, I was hooked. I was deeply fascinated by this person who had the range to converse in a way that pulled me out of grief. It wasn’t like I didn’t have other people around who’d tried to talk me out of my sadness, but they just didn’t hit the mark like he did.

    Fast-forward to a few weeks after we met, I started getting a weird vibe from him. It felt like he was giving me an attitude, and I wasn’t sure why. The truth is, I’d been inconsistent at some point. Grief is weird. There were days I came alive and days nothing interested me, not even the charm of this person who, on many occasions, had successfully yanked me from the claws of grief.

    But was this the reason why he was giving me the cold shoulder? Was it because we hadn’t defined what we were doing? A friendship, relationship, or just two horny guys? It wasn’t clear. Whatever it was, his attitude wasn’t what I needed, so I also stepped back and withdrew. I stopped texting as frequently and didn’t bother to reach out.

    I’d expected him to return the same energy and keep his distance. However, instead of withdrawing, he became more present.  He reached out as often as he could.

    Soon, we decided to meet in person.

    During the early stages of our interaction, we’d both mentioned our love for taking long walks. So, we decided to walk the first time we met. We both agreed it would give us the opportunity to know each other even better without the pressure of sexual expectations.

    Unfortunately, I was held up on the day and couldn’t make the agreed-upon time. I didn’t show up until 8 p.m., and even though I expected him to be mad, he kept his cool. By that time, it was pointless to take a walk, so we decided to hang out at his house since I was already in the area. When I arrived, he was outside to receive me and even offered to pay my cab fare.

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    When we got to his room, I realised he didn’t have chairs, so we had to stay on the bed — which wasn’t the ideal situation considering we wanted to avoid sexual tension.

    We spent the whole night talking just like we used to while texting, and the conversation was just as good. While all this was happening, I expected him to make a move. Yes, we didn’t want to smash on our first date, but I was already in his house and on his bed. I thought we might as well get down to business.

    Surprisingly, he didn’t make any sexual advances toward me. He kept it casual and even got me contemplating that he wasn’t attracted to me. With other people I’d met in the past, they’d try to make a move and only stopped when I refused. With him, we carried on as usual until I left his house. That whole experience made me see the potential of what we had brewing in a different light. It felt like we were laying the foundation for what could be a true and genuine relationship.

    After the first visit, I visited his place thrice and spent the night once. We still didn’t get intimate; I especially needed cerebral conversations, laughter, and companionship at that point in my life. He was attentive when I went on and on about my mum and always knew the right things to say when I was near breaking point.

    I remember crying one night while reminiscing about my mum, and he simply pulled me closer, rocking me into a peaceful calmness.

    I’ve met quite a handful of queer men, and sex is always on the table for most. Deep connections or genuine friendships are simply add-ons that aren’t guaranteed. It was refreshing to find someone different. He only offered solace as I struggled to reclaim the shattered pieces of myself from the grip of loss.

    About five weeks later, it was finally time to return to Lagos. I paid him a visit to say my goodbyes, and I still remember how his eyes swelled with tears as he muttered, “I love you.”

    I honestly felt the same way about him. On the day I left the village, I was as heartbroken as the day I arrived to bury my mum. I’d found love but knew it was one I couldn’t keep because we were almost a thousand miles apart.

    We both value the physical quality of time spent together, so a long-distance relationship was out of the question. We still text like lovers even though our relationship remains undefined.

    Read also: Why Dating Femme Queer Women Is Not for the Weak

  • 20 Pre-Wedding Shoot Inspirations for the Just-Engaged Couple

    Your pre-wedding/engagement pictures are the first glimpse people get of you and your baby as two individuals who have decided to become one. We know how important it is, so here are some inspirations for you.

    The one that’ll make everyone blush

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    How would everyone know you and your boo go together like rice and stew, beans and garri, noodles and bread, if you don’t get up close and personal in your pre-wedding pictures? Show this picture to your photographer and make sure you and your lover’s chemistry jumps out for all to see

    The reflection

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    After all the time you’ve spent with your baby, you most likely move like twins. This picture would show everyone that you and your baby are one, and if they see the LOYL, they’ve seen you.

    Aura for aura

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    If you’re sure beyond all reasonable doubt that you and your partner are the coolest people on earth, this is for you. You’d freeze your steeze in time so all the generations after you can bear witness.

    Royalty

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    Your baby is the ruler of your heart, and it’s only fair that everyone sees it.

    You and I

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    It’s you and the LOYL forever, and there’s no better way to show it than with this picture.

    Adore

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    What better way to show the world that your lover worships the ground you walk on than this picture with them looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon?

    In the rain and the sun

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    No matter what life throws at you, it’s you and your baby, and you’ll stand with each other forever.

    You make me happy

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    Your partner brings joy into your life, and what better way to show it than with a picture of you all smiles?

    No face, no case

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    If you don’t want to show everyone and their daddy your baby’s face, then this is the one for you.

    Silhouettes

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    You and your baby can look at each other, at the ring, or even at the sunset. You and the samosa in your small chops pack can do anything as long as your photographer knows he’s capturing your silhouettes and the essence of your love.

    The movie poster

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    Doing life with your partner is a journey and there’s no better way to show that than with this shoot that’ll tell your story.

    Serving face

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    If you and your partner really think about it, you don’t need money, your face cards are enough payment for anything you need, so you better show it off.

    Glam

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    Are you really in love if you haven’t shown everyone how stupendously good you and your sugar plum look together? Bonus points if you can do it in full glam, and we know you can.

    Breaking news

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    Why tell everyone personally that you’re heading to the altar with the apple of your eye when you could just take pictures like this and announce it in style?

    Two for the price of one

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    So you want a full picture that shows you and the sugar in your tea, but you also want a close-up shot of your engagement ring? This is for you.

    The view

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    We suggest you haul yourself to the top of a mountain and recreate this picture, just to show the lengths you and your pookie wookie would go for each other.

    Longing

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    You and your partner have waited for each other forever, and now that you’ve found your missing rib, you can’t wait for the whole world to see.

    Vintage

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    The love you and your partner share surpasses space and time. You both believe you would have met each other and fallen in love in any era you found yourselves in. 

    The calm

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    The best way to show that your baby came into your life and gave you peace is by recreating this shot.

    Undecided

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    If you like more than one photo idea on this list and want to use them all, you can merge them like this.

  • Love Life: Nigeria Should Let Us Marry in Peace

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Ene: We met through a women-only LGBTQ+ support group exactly ten years ago. I’d just joined the community through an invitation from someone I met at work, and they hosted a book club meeting about a month after. I love to read so I happily attended. 

    I sat beside Nduka; her big smile and nice scent caught my attention. We became fast friends.

    Nduka: I remember we discussed “The Goldfinch” by Donna Tartt, and she made a joke about how hard it was to get copies of new foreign books. She’d read a pirated ebook online, and it turned out more than half of us in that room had done the same. We exchanged numbers and email addresses because I wanted to send her some other books I liked. 

    When did you realise you liked each other?

    Ene: The group organised hangouts at least once a month, and we’d always chat each other up to check if the other person was attending. She lived not too far away from me at the time, so we started attending together. I don’t usually like going to places where I don’t know anyone, so I’d have stopped going to those things if not for her. 

    By the third time we did that, we’d formed a bond outside my usual friend group. She became the only person I could talk to about anything remotely queer; all my friends leaned toward homophobia.

    Nduka: I’d been part of the community for about a year then, and had made many friends. But with her, I drifted apart from the other girls. Something about her being new to the whole lifestyle made her really attractive to me, so I did all I could to support her without being pushy. 

    I knew I liked her the first day we went for a games night together in the same cab. I wanted to kiss her many times, but I held back. 

    What was the turning point from all that holding back?

    Nduka: Months after we met, she asked me if we could be friends outside just meeting because of the community.

    Ene: I liked her a lot, but we only ever talked or hung out when there was a community activity. I wanted more than that. She said, “Of course,” but between work and the fact that I was paranoid about being outside together, we still only hung out with the community for months. 

    Nduka: Then one Sunday, I just called and asked if I could come to her house. She still lived with her parents, so her “yes” was hesitant. I came anyway, and we stayed in her room the whole day talking and reading. 

    Our relationship shifted to something beyond friendship that day. We kept looking at each other and our conversation was strongly flirtatious.

    Ene: I was so shy and was constantly blushing.

    Walk me through how you started dating

    Nduka: After that day, we started having these long phone calls. But we also missed several community hangouts.

    Ene: I think we were scared to be together in public. I was probably the scared one.

    Nduka: No, I just knew I’d try to kiss or constantly hug you. And I don’t think you were ready for that.

    Ene: The founders kept calling me to make sure I was fine. I wanted to tell them I think I’ve fallen in love with another member, and I don’t know how to act.

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    I feel you, girl

    Ene: Thank you.

    Nduka: Anyway, during those phone calls, I’d sneak in that all I wanted was for her to be my girlfriend. And she’d find a way to sidetrack. It was so frustrating.

    Ene: I didn’t want to read too much meaning into anything. And I’d also never dated a girl. I really didn’t know how to act.

    Nduka: One day, I landed in her house once more. It was a Saturday, and it was just her mum who was home and in the living room. I kissed her, we made out for a bit, and I looked her in the eyes and said, “Please, be my girlfriend.” She shook her head but still said yes. That’s how I knew I was in for a rollercoaster.

    Scrim. What happened?

    Nduka: Our relationship for the next year or so was just her sneaking into my house — I’d moved out of my parents house and only had a roommate — and us making out, sometimes, having sex. That was it. I tried for a little romance. We’d buy each other gifts all the time, but we could never go out, and I couldn’t even hold her hand at community hangouts.

    Ene: I was shy and scared.

    Nduka: At first, it was fun showing her all the ways queer sex is better for women. But after a while, I wanted more. 

    Don’t get me wrong, we also had very beautiful conversations. We’d open up to each other about everything and I’d feel so connected to her. So I told myself to be content with that.

    Did you talk to her about wanting more?

    Nduka: I brought it up. But I was also scared of pushing her back into the closet, so I treaded carefully.

    Ene: She’s a really affectionate person. I kept thinking we’d be in public and she wouldn’t be able to help getting close to me and patting my hair out of my face or something. 

    I also knew my friends wouldn’t accept her because she’s always been so openly queer. Yet I admired that about her. How boldly she’s who she is.

    How has your relationship evolved since then?

    Nduka: We’ve come so far, and it really just took us getting comfortable with each other. 

    There were times when I thought I’d leave her for someone else. But I knew the other people wouldn’t be as open and sincere as her. I’d been with like four people before her and the relationships were always shallow and sexual. Not with her.

    It was jarring to accept that I’d fallen in love with Ene at some point.

    Ene: She was patient with me. 

    I remember when we went on our first date in 2018. I was like, what was I so scared about. It was a lovely dinner at a restaurant, and it felt good to be with her in the open. We didn’t overthink or talk too much about it beforehand. It was just time.

    Nduka: In 2019, we talked about getting married. But it was a funny conversation because we weren’t even discussing marrying each other. We were talking about if she’d have to marry a man. Her mum had suddenly started asking her about it, and it was the first time we addressed the fact that we couldn’t even get married. What did that mean for our commitment to each other?

    Ene: I decided I didn’t want to marry anyone if I couldn’t marry her, so we moved in together soon after.

    How does not being able to wed really feel?

    Nduka: It sucks. 

    Ene: It makes me feel vulnerable, and sometimes, insecure about our relationship.

    Nduka: After so long together, it’s something we can comfortably ignore. We focus on what exists: the love between us, how important we are to each other. Everything else is just semantics.

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    After so long together, do your parents, family or friends know?

    Ene: I came out to my parents finally in 2021. And it was the scariest experience ever. I don’t know how I did it. I think they were so shocked they just pretend I never existed.

    Nduka: I mean, they still check in on you from time to time.

    Ene: My eldest brother heard and kept saying, “But you’re both so feminine. How does it work?” He was just laughing at me. It felt invalidating. I don’t know which would’ve been worse, what I got or anger.

    Nduka: My mum knew I was queer from my uni days. But she’s prayed against the “spirit in me” to this day. 

    I think what’s surprising, though, is how our families still quietly support us despite their differing beliefs. They still check in on us. My elder sisters are always in my house wanting to hangout. Most of my friends are open minded. But we had to lose most of her friends.

    How did you feel about that, Ene?

    Ene: Sad. 

    But I never felt truly accepted among my friends, so I don’t let myself get too sad. This one “friend” actually started telling everyone, spreading gossip and lies about our relationship. It was toxic. Those weren’t really friends.

    Nduka: We’ve made so many new healthy ones together.

    Ene: The community has been the perfect support group. Our friends there are some of the best people I’ve ever known.

    What does the future look like for your relationship?

    Ene: We’ve been talking about children. I’ve always wanted kids so it’s been a major topic between us for the last couple of years. We’re still torn between getting a sperm donor we know or using a sperm bank for the IVF.

    Nduka: We’ve been visiting fertility clinics, and they’ve been surprisingly homophobic.

    Ene: We realised it’s smoother to approach them as a single mother than as a queer couple. And that’s been heartbreaking because it’s not like they particularly support an unmarried woman wanting kids either.

    Nduka: Adoption was ruled out for obvious reasons. Crazy, but IVF is actually cheaper too.

    Interesting. What about the pushback you may get while raising children as a queer couple in Nigeria?

    Nduka: We’ve thought about it. But society has already taken the option to marry away from us. We won’t let them take this too.

    Ene: I know it’ll be drama, especially when they start going to primary and secondary school. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I’m scared, but not scared enough to not at least try.

    Fair. What was your first major fight about?

    Ene: We fight about money a lot. She’s too extravagant with her spending, especially on gadgets and appliances.

    Nduka: Or you’re too thrifty. She’s saving for the apocalypse or something. She can go days without spending a dime, which is a skill that’s thankfully rubbed off on me.

    Ene: A little. 

    Anyway, I wouldn’t call them major fights. Don’t think we’ve had a major fight.

    Nduka: No.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Nduka: 8. Nigeria should let us marry in peace.

    Ene: Yes, 8. When it’s just us, it’s perfect. But once the world comes in…

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  • He Cheated on Me, but I’ll Take Him Back in a Heartbeat

    Funmbi* talks about her relationship with James*, the incidents that led to their breakup, and the possibility of getting back with the love of her life.

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    This is Funmbi’s* story, as told to Chioma.

    I met James* on Tinder in 2021. He was sweet and hilarious, so we exchanged contacts and started talking, but it all fizzled out after a while. 

    One night, I was ranting on my WhatsApp status, and he reached out to check on me. He called me again the following day, and we spoke for about two hours. Before it ended, he gave me a gig. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for me that month.

    After that, we just continued talking to each other. He was smart and kind, and the next thing I knew, I was convincing myself that my school in Ilorin wasn’t even that far from Lagos, where he was, and long-distance relationships weren’t that bad. I knew he wanted to ask me out, and he was just waiting for the right moment, but I didn’t have the patience for that, so two weeks later, I asked him to be my boyfriend.

    Our relationship was great. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for, and we had this communication rule to make sure the long distance didn’t affect us as much, but I knew something would go wrong. I assumed the worst and hatched a plan for when it happened. So I already thought of the worst thing—him cheating—and then I told myself that he was probably already doing it.

    I wasn’t wrong.

    James and I were heavy on communication, calls, texts, notes by pigeon. As long as we got to speak to each other constantly, we would do it. Two months into our relationship, I started noticing a communication gap. He would disappear for hours and come back without explanation, so one day, I decided to go to Lagos and see what was happening. I had an event to attend, I had cash, and all this man had to do was pick me up from my friend’s place and take me to his house. We needed to talk, and most importantly, we needed to have sex.

    I waited all day for James to show up, but he didn’t. I was livid. I had travelled from Illorin to see him, but he couldn’t drive from Ajah to Lekki to pick me up.  I wanted to be petty. I wanted to do something to spite him, so I had sex with the friend I was staying with. 

    I swear, it didn’t mean anything. To me, sex isn’t such a big deal. I mean, it is, but only when you attach meaning to it, and as far as I was concerned, sex outside a relationship was as meaningless as it came. 

    I think that’s why I was able to forgive him when he finally confessed to cheating on me the first time.

    He came to pick me up from that friend’s house, and after we spoke about the communication gap in our relationship, he confessed. I forgave him after a couple hours because, well, I did just cheat on him, too, but I still loved him, and I already knew he was cheating. He lived in Lagos. We were doing long distance. He gets horny at least twice a week, and he’s a hot guy. There’s too much fish in the river for him not to be tempted. 

    I didn’t want to lose him, and I had a feeling it would happen again because how do you ask a man to stay celibate because of long distance? In Lagos? It’s like begging water and oil to mix. It’s like trying to say Tinubu should approve a ₦400k minimum wage. It won’t work.

    I suggested we open up our relationship. We would still love each other and be together, but we could sleep with whomever we pleased and talk about it. He went ballistic and said he didn’t want that. I think his ego couldn’t handle the thought of someone else touching me. Instead of opening up our relationship, he decided we would take a break and try to sort out our issues. I was fine with that, and then I found out he used that time to cheat again. I gave up after that, and we broke up. 

    It’s been a year since we broke up, and we’ve built a really good friendship.

    The friendship is golden.

    He japa’d last August and has been trying to get me to move. That’s a more complicated discussion. But I still love him a lot, and I know it’s mutual to some extent.

    Want to know something crazy? If he asks me to give it another shot, even with him thousands of miles away, I just might say yes.

  • I’m a Middle Child, and I Absolutely Love My Life

    As an almost-middle child myself, I’m familiar with the popular sentiment that middle children are often ignored and tend to dislike their position in the family. That isn’t the case for Timilehin (26).

    He talks about how being a middle child has made his life easier and contributed to his being a well-adjusted adult.

    As told to Boluwatife

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    The first time I realised people were supposed to have issues being middle children was at university.

    I was in a talking stage with this babe, and when the conversation moved to families and siblings, she began feeling sorry for me after I said I was the middle child. It was like, “Oh no. I can’t imagine how lonely that must’ve felt”. I didn’t want to piss her off or make the conversation awkward, so I just said “Yeah” and moved on. But I was confused as hell. What do being a middle child and loneliness have in common?

    I didn’t think about it again until a few months later. I was talking with a couple of my friends in the hostel about how much Nigerian parents can stress your life, and the conversation shifted to siblings. It turned out that some of my friends were also middle children and associated it with being a difficult experience. 

    I was more than a little surprised. I mean, we all agree that being the first or last born comes with challenges. As the first, you automatically become the third parent. And as the last, you sometimes turn to the chief errand goer. 

    But I didn’t know that middle children also battled loneliness because they didn’t get as much attention as the other kids and were often left alone to do their own things. I didn’t have that experience. In fact, I had an amazing life growing up. I still do.

    I grew up with four other siblings. As the third of five children, that effectively made me the middle child. You know how you have vivid memories as a child of rushing to bring out the soup from the freezer just before your parents came back because you forgot to do that earlier? That was never my problem. That responsibility typically fell to one of my two older siblings. Sure, I had chores and all. But my parents never really put me in “charge” of something. 

    I also never really felt lonely. I’m just two years older than my immediate younger sibling, and our closeness in age meant we automatically became best friends. My brother was—and still is—my partner in crime. My older siblings could do whatever they wanted. I had my brother, and that was fine by me. If I wasn’t hanging out with him, I was perfectly content to sit in silence or fight imaginary enemies with sticks.

    As an adult, I’m grateful I’m not in a position where my family expect so much from me. I’m 26, and our last born is 22. We’re technically in the same age range, so he’s more likely to call our older siblings for money before he even remembers me. 

    There’s also no black tax from my family because, again, my siblings are there. No one will disturb me to get married for at least seven years or until my siblings get married. Chores? Nope. I don’t live with my parents; only the lastborn does. I’m older than him, so I still get to send him on errands whenever I’m home.

    Another thing I absolutely love about being the middle child is the absence of pressure. My oldest sibling just switched to tech after spending several years studying medicine simply because my parents decided they wanted to be called “daddy doctor” and “mummy doctor”. 

    My second older sibling had to study law. She’s practising now, but I don’t think she ever really decided it was what she wanted. No one batted an eyelid when I chose human resources. However, that could be because they were relieved I finally got uni admission after waiting for two years. 

    That’s another thing — my parents didn’t stress that I failed JAMB twice. My big sister still says she can’t believe they didn’t fuss too much after I failed. Maybe they just didn’t care, or they’d grown enough to realise that flogging children into submission didn’t do much. Whichever way, I’m just glad I had space to figure out what I wanted to do.

    I think space and pressure from home are two factors that can determine just how difficult navigating adulting can be. I have friends who hate their jobs but can’t leave because they have responsibilities at home and need to earn money. I quit two toxic jobs without backup plans just because I could. I know I don’t have to impress anybody, I have space to try things, and there’s no pressure to figure things out immediately. If bad turns to worse, I can always run back to my siblings or parents. My life is the definition of a “well-adjusted adult”. 

    I won’t lie; it’s a stress-free way to live. I love my life, and I wouldn’t change a thing.


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  • #Chivido2024: A Timeline of Davido and Chioma’s Love Story

    Davido and his longtime lover, Chioma Rowland, are finally set to marry in a traditional ceremony on Tuesday, June 25.

    Ahead of what’s set to be one of the biggest celebrity weddings of the year, let’s take a trip down memory lane to see how it all started for these two lovebirds.

    January 2018

    Davido confirmed his relationship with Chioma after years of rumours about the women in his life. The couple made a joint public appearance at a family function in Ede, Osun State.

    February 2018

    Weeks after introducing the love of his life to the world, Davido showed just how serious their relationship was when he took her along on his 30 Billion Tour. Chioma featured prominently in photos and videos from the tour, making many believe the relationship had prospects.

    April 2018

    During a Beat FM interview, the 26-year-old singer shut down rumours that he was planning to settle down with Chioma. He admitted they were in a relationship but said marriage was still off the table. The singer also gifted Chioma a ₦45 million Porsche for her birthday in the same month.

    May 2018

    Chioma debuted as a video vixen in Davido’s Assurance music video, a song he dedicated to her.

    December 2018

    Amid rumours of a breakup, the couple silenced naysayers after they were publicly sighted together during a dinner date. He also formally introduced Chioma to his fans during a performance in Lagos, bringing her on stage.

    January 2019

    Chioma deleted her verified Instagram page, implying that she and Davido had issues. However, during a Q&A session with fans, the singer revealed that she took time off social media to focus on her career as a chef.

    February 2019

    Journalist Kemi Olunloyo alleged that Chioma was cheating on Davido. Olunloyo released alleged WhatsApp screenshots in which the singer’s crew member, Special Spesh, claimed Chioma was sexually involved with several men.

    April 2019

    The couple again shut down rumours of a rocky relationship after Davido celebrated Chioma’s birthday and called her his “wifey” in an Instagram post. It was the first time he publicly addressed her as his wife.

    June 2019

    Chioma clamped down on pregnancy rumours. The chef harshly responded to a nosy fan who slid into her DMs to ask if she was truly with child.

    September 2019

    Wedding introduction photos captured by Fortune, Davido’s official photographer, surfaced on social media. Davido and Chioma were seen in the company of their family members, with a 2020 wedding date in view. In the same month, Davido popped the question during a private proposal party with friends and family in London.

    October 2019

    Months after denying pregnancy rumours, the couple welcomed a baby boy—their first child together.

    March 2020

    Chioma tested positive for coronavirus, forcing Davido to go into self-isolation. The singer shared the news on his official Twitter handle.

    April 2020

    Davido returned to social media, announcing that Chioma had recovered from coronavirus after testing negative twice. The singer thanked fans for their outpouring of love and support.

    June 2020

    Chioma released a statement shutting down rumours of domestic violence and abuse in her relationship. “Never has there ever been an incident of abuse in my home. He has never in his life lifted a finger to touch me, and I have never so much as even pushed him,” the statement read in part.

    September 2020

    Davido revealed he and Chioma called off and postponed their wedding plans during an interview with Ebuka Obi-Uchendu. The singer said the COVID pandemic ruined their plans.

    February 2021

    Davido stirred breakup rumours with Chioma after he was spotted holding hands with supermodel Mya Yafai during a trip to the Caribbean.

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    May 2021

    The breakup rumours intensified after Chioma penned a casual message to mark Davido hitting a decade in the music industry. Social media users couldn’t get over her calling him “bro.”

    October 2021

    The couple again put to rest rumours of their breakup after they made a joint appearance at their son Ifeanyi’s second birthday.

    April 2022

    Social media was abuzz with rumours of Chioma allegedly dumping Davido for a Dubai-based socialite, King Carter. The rumours started after she allegedly attended his birthday party in Dubai. In the same month, Davido and Chioma followed each other on Instagram, putting to rest rumours of a breakup.

    November 2022

    The couple lost their only child together to a drowning accident at their home. Ifeanyi had just turned three before the heartbreaking incident.

    March 2023

    Davido returned to social media after a long hiatus. The singer also revealed he married Chioma in a private ceremony, and family and close friends were in attendance.

    June 2023

    Davido and Chioma’s relationship was once again tested after different ladies came forward with pregnancy claims. One of the ladies, Anita Brown, also hinted that Chioma was pregnant with twins.

    October 2023

    Months after pregnancy speculations, Davido and Chioma welcomed twins together. A viral video online showed both parents stepping out of the hospital with their children.

    June 2024

    Blogger Stella Dimoko Korkus reported that Davido and Chioma were set to hold a traditional wedding. The singer confirmed the rumours in a video that surfaced online on Tuesday, June 11. In the viral clip, Davido was heard inviting a friend to his wedding.

    On Sunday, June 23, Davido released official pre-wedding photos for the wedding ceremony which will be held on Tuesday, June 25.

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  • It Took Me 30 Years, but I Now Understand My Mother

    After detesting her mother’s parenting methods for much of her growing-up years, Jess (31) had pretty much accepted that she’d never experience a mother-daughter relationship with her mum. But that’s changed since she had her own child.

    As told to Boluwatife

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    I spent the better part of my childhood and teenage years detesting my mother. 

    I’m an only child, and growing up, whenever I told someone I didn’t have siblings, they assumed that meant I was being spoiled silly at home. But that was far from my reality. My mum was a perfectionist. There was no room for “spoiling” in her house. 

    There was hardly anything anyone could do to please my mum. She had a particular way of doing things, and I got a scolding if I didn’t sweep under the chairs or forgot to arrange the plates according to size.

    One time, when I was 8 years old, I took a drink from the fridge at night and forgot to close the fridge all the way, so everything inside got warm by morning. A bowl of soup went bad, too. My mum beat me so much that my dad had to intervene.

    My dad was the complete opposite of my mum. He tried his best to spoil me silly, but my mum never stood for it. He once bought me a bicycle in JSS 1 because I was upset about not getting picked to be the class captain. You know what my mum did? She waited for me to go to school, then she picked up the bicycle and donated it to an orphanage home. When I got home and began looking for it, she announced that she’d given it to children with real problems. I was so angry.

    My mum also never let me leave her sight. I soon learned there was no need to ask her if I could stay over at my friends’ houses during the holidays or visit them to play on the weekends. Her answer was always no. If my friends didn’t come to my house, I might as well forget about seeing them till school resumed. 

    Everyone I knew could play outside in the field close to our estate after school, but I was always stuck at home. I still don’t know how my mum caught me the one time I snuck out of the house to play. She came home from work that day and said, “Who gave you permission to go outside?” After that incident, she got us a live-in maid who ensured I never set foot outside unless I was out on an errand.

    We had a maid, but I still did most of the house chores. The only thing our maid did was cook and watch my every move. By 12 years old, I’d started washing my parents’ clothes and mine. The maid left when I turned 14, and I took over the kitchen too. Some days, I wondered if I was actually my mother’s child. Maybe she adopted me because she just wanted a child to punish or something.

    In SS 2, my mum found my diary where I wrote about my crush on the head boy of my secondary school. Strangely, she tried to talk to me about it instead of her usual beatings. It was the most awkward conversation ever. For almost two hours, she gave me story after story of young girls who got pregnant by kissing boys and either died after seeking abortions or giving birth to the children and becoming destined to lives of struggle. 


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    In the end, she burned my diary and made me swear not to crush on anybody again. The only thing I left that conversation with was an intense fear of kisses and the wisdom to never write my thoughts down where my mum could find them again.

    When I entered the university, my mum developed a habit of coming to visit me unannounced. Probably in an attempt to catch me hiding one boy under my bed in the hostel I shared with two other female students. 

    Even at university, I wasn’t free from her scrutiny and scolding. She once called to scream at me because I posted a picture on Facebook where a male classmate was holding me by the waist. 

    In all this, my mum still expected me to confide in her. My dad constantly told me how my mum wasn’t happy that I only told him about things bothering me and never told her. She also didn’t like that my dad was the first person I called to give exciting news. I never understood it. Did she really think she offered a platform where I could come to her freely? 

    If anything, realising she wanted me to talk to her made our relationship even worse. I was so determined to push her to the back of my mind. How dare she traumatise me so much growing up and suddenly want us to be best friends? It didn’t make any sense. 

    As a result, I can almost count the number of times I visited or spoke to my mum after I left uni in 2015. She was the last person to meet my boyfriend (now husband), and I made sure to hire an events planner while preparing for my wedding in 2021 because I didn’t want to clash with her during the wedding prep or have to deal with her opinions on how she thought things should go.

    I became a mother myself in 2023 after almost losing my life to childbirth complications, and let’s just say I’ve learned to be more forgiving of my mother’s antics. Actually, I’d say I now understand her. 

    My change of mind happened when she came to help me with my newborn and stayed for two months. I didn’t want her to come at first, but my mother-in-law fell ill, and I had no other option.

    I thought my mum and I would spend the entire time arguing, but I saw a different side of her. Gone was the judgemental perfectionist. She took care of me and assured me even when I thought I was doing things wrong when I initially had problems with breastfeeding. 

    We also talked a lot during that period, and while she didn’t say it outrightly, I understood that she’d actually done most of what she did in my childhood out of fear. She’d only given birth to one child in a society like Nigeria’s that still considers people with only one child as almost childless. 

    She was under pressure to train her girl child to be socially acceptable and without reproach while navigating fear that she’d make a parenting mistake and her only child would turn wayward. 

    I can relate to that now, too. Half the time, I worry about whether I’m making the right decision for my child and if I should’ve done something better. Fortunately, my experience with my mum has taught me that it’s more important to work with your children and make sure they know why you make certain decisions rather than have them resent you for it. 

    I’m just glad I can finally have the mother-daughter relationship I didn’t have all those years ago. We started late, but it’ll help forge a better one with my own child. I’m grateful for that.


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  • Love Life: We Struggled After He Survived a Terrible Accident

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Adeolu: I met her at a friend’s place in January 2016. I liked what she wore. Just jeans and a top, but her clothes were fresh. I remember thinking, “This girl is so fresh”. She was one of the first people I saw with natural unpermed hair then, before it became a thing.

    Jane: Our friend introduced us and said we would make a “good pair”. Then she left us together in her sitting room. We chatted for some time, and it was nice. Nothing too deep. We chatted with other people too.

    When did you realise you liked each other?

    Adeolu: We ran into each other at the mall the next day, and we were happy to see each other. As soon as I saw her face, I knew I liked her and would love her to be my girlfriend. But in my head, I was so sure she was taken.

    Jane: We hugged and parted ways. A few minutes later, he messaged me on Instagram, and we started chatting consistently from then. After a couple of days of chatting, I started to like him. He was funny. He was always making jokes, but sweet ones that made me feel soft inside.

    How did you end up dating?

    Adeolu: In between chats, we kept meeting at people’s houses, so we hung out a lot. During one of these hangouts, I asked her out, but she was shy because people were there.

    Jane: We were watching a movie outside with someone’s projector, and this guy just casually asked me out. It’s not like he shouted it, but almost everyone heard and turned to us. 

    I told him yes, but I was a little annoyed about the scene.

    Did you feel pressured to say yes because he asked in public?

    Jane: I wanted to say yes, but it was also pressuring to have to decide in front of our friends.

    Adeolu: I just had to ask her there and then. It came to my mind, and I didn’t want to chicken out.

    Jane: We went on our first date the next weekend, and I realised I really really liked him. We had almost all the same interests. We liked the same kind of movies, and we both loved anime. We both wanted to code too. 

    I almost thought he was just trying to get me to like him, but the more we talked, the more I knew he was actually interested in these things. We learnt coding together for months, and it helped us bond. It felt like we were soulmates.

    So you’ve been dating for eight years?

    Adeolu: Yes. But we broke up for almost a year in 2019, after I was involved in a car accident. I was in the hospital for about a month, and when I got out, I had to break up with her.

    Jane: That’s the summarised version.

    He and his friends had been drinking when they got into a car back home from the club in the middle of the night and crashed. It was terrible. It’s a miracle any of them survived. But the driver died.

    Adeolu: I was in pain and grief for a long time.

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    I’m so sorry. How did this lead to a break up?

    Adeolu: Jane was by my side throughout the hospital period. We’d been dating for about three years then. But I wasn’t happy she got to see me at my worst. 

    My legs had terrible injuries, and the doctors were scared they’d have to amputate. They eventually didn’t, but it was an emotionally draining period for me even before I found out my guy was dead.

    Jane: I did my best to support him. But I was scared to death and spent most of the time crying. My parents and siblings were worried for me. He felt bad about that and would beg me to just go home.

    Adeolu: I was also concerned about how it was affecting her work because she was almost always with me at the hospital. When I could finally go home, I waited for her to go home too, then texted her that I wanted us to break up.

    How did you take it, Jane?

    Jane: I was so angry. 

    I knew he was hurting, but I also felt he didn’t care about my own feelings. I was in love with him and wanted to see him get well. I called and called him, but he didn’t pick up, so I went to his house a couple of times, and he refused to see me. 

    Ah, come and see heartbreak. I cried o.

    Adeolu: I was just in a low place and needed some time to heal on my own. I also believed I was sparing her the heartache of sticking with someone who was going through a lot. 

    It took me months to learn to walk again, and I was in constant pain. I was also ashamed I was involved in such a terrible decision that cost a life and my parents considerable amounts of money.

    How did you get past this stage?

    Jane: After about seven months, I got a call from his mum that I should come and see him and talk to him. She was concerned that he was sinking into depression and hoped I could help draw him out. 

    I was hesitant, but I went to see him.

    Adeolu: I was ashamed to see her because I was out of shape and felt weak. So I acted immaturely. I wouldn’t talk to her. 

    But she helped because seeing her made me want to do better about my appearance. I also started looking for a new job because my old one let me go after my continued inactivity. Four months later, I called her and apologised.

    Jane: I accepted his apology, but I was in a talking stage with another guy. Even though I still loved Deolu, my friends had talked harshly to me about putting my life on hold for him.

    While things moved forward with this new guy, Deolu and I tried to establish a friendship. I kept up with his progress and was happy to see him flourishing.

    Things didn’t work out with the new guy?

    Jane: He was jealous of the fact that I was still tight with my ex. He got really insecure about it, and I had to choose between them. It was a tough choice, but I chose Deolu. My best friend was so upset.

    The day after we broke up, Deolu was at my place, and we spent the whole day making out.

    Deolu: We’d grown too attached. I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else at that point. I wanted her to break up with the guy so bad I tried everything.

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    What did you do?

    Deolu: Nothing bad. 

    I’d just call and text her a lot. And sometimes, when all three of us were at an event, I’d say things only Jane would get. It always triggered him, but Jane was so oblivious.

    Jane: The way he’s always boasting about this thing. You need to know it’s not a flex.

    Deolu: Anyway, we got back together that night. And I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life. We’ve been together since, and we moved in together last year.

    Any chance you’ll get married soon?

    Deolu: Yes, of course. I love her.

    Jane: We talk about the future all the time. We’re not engaged yet, but we’re thinking of doing it this year. We have money goals we want to hit first.

    Deolu: We’re very close to hitting them.

    I like that you’re taking the engagement decision together 

    Jane: He still has to figure out how to surprise me when he proposes, but yeah, we’ve both agreed on when would be a good time to take that next step.

    Deolu: The timing shouldn’t be something one person just decides. Marriage is a partnership, after all.

    True. What was your first major fight about?

    Jane: When I discovered he was hooked on prescription drugs. We’re still working through it now.

    Deolu: I grew to rely on them painkillers after the accident. At first, I needed them to function because the pain was truly on bearable. But then, I started using them just in case, even when I wasn’t in pain. They made me feel numb to the overwhelming grief and shame I had at the time.

    Jane: When we got back together, I didn’t notice anything at first, until the mood swings came. He’d go from extremely happy and energetic to brooding and touchy in seconds. It was scary. 

    I found his prescription drugs stash when I spent the night at his place once, and we had a huge fight about it.

    That does sound scary

    Jane: And I didn’t handle it well. 

    My first instinct was to report him to his doctor so they cancel the prescription, or to his sisters to stage an intervention. But I was scared I’d only expose him to more shame, so we tried to work through it together. I don’t think I’d do that again.

    Deolu: We struggled and fought a lot after she found out.

    Mostly, I was ashamed and really wanted us to get back to that happiness we found after we got back together. A female friend of mine suggested therapy, and that helped.

    Jane: We’ve been able to help him taper off them slowly, but the early withdrawal period was crazy. I wanted to break up with him again a thousand times. This love thing, ehn? Sometimes, it meant forcing myself to create boundaries, dating and supporting him from afar. 

    Our therapist instructed me that boundaries would help him realise he needs to do better if he wanted the same level of trust he once had from me.

    Just how crazy was the withdrawal period?

    Deolu: I kept going on and off. And then we’d had to start the whole process again. I could tell this really annoyed her.

    Jane: This happened twice in 2021. Coupled with the stress of the pandemic, it was a lot.

    Deolu: I couldn’t sleep. I would feel body pains that I wasn’t completely sure was there. I was angry all the time, but I’d try really hard not to express my anger to her, or let it affect work.

    Jane: He’d vomit sometimes. I remember his friends making jokes about him being pregnant. They didn’t know what we were battling. I saw he was struggling yet again, and it was heartbreaking to watch.

    But you moved in together last year, so things are much better now?

    Jane: Much much better. 

    Deolu: Midway into 2022, things normalised. I was off drugs completely and was finally feeling like myself again. We didn’t do a lot of going out in 2021 because of everything, so I made it my business to take her out and kind of thank her for being there for me.

    Jane: Yeah, we went on a lot of dates in 2022. 

    It felt like we could finally breathe and be young lovers for once. We were still sensitive around each other for a while, always asking the other how we felt or if something we wanted to do was okay. I didn’t want to stress him too much because of the long healing period he’d had to go through, and he seemed to feel like he owed me because I stuck around. 

    Till today, we’re still so gentle with each other and I think that’s the best gift we’ve gotten out of that journey.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Deolu: 10.

    Jane: 9. I want him to recover from the painkiller use fully.

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  • How to Know They’re the One for You: A “Bridgerton” Guide

    If you aren’t tired of kissing frogs and rolling around with goats, we’re tired on your behalf. 

    We’ve studied all the Bridgertons and their love matches, and here’s how you can tell you’ve found the one for you so you can stop wasting your time in these streets.

    Watching them eat gets you hot and bothered

    Something about them indulging in sugary treats has to appeal to the less proper side of you. If they’re truly the one for you and your very being burns for them, then you should be jealous and want to take the place of every spoon, fork, or treat that makes its way into their mouth.

    They vex you 

    We’re not talking about full-on hatred o. Just something light where sometimes the words that leave their mouth make you roll your eyes, but also makes you happy because at least you got to hear their voice. However, if the sound of their voice makes you feel like pulling your hair and ear out, then they’re most likely not the one for you.

    They make you happy

    It doesn’t matter if you’re just sitting in silence or arguing about something utterly ridiculous, all that matters is that you’re doing it with them and that’s enough to make you smile like a Nigerian politician that has just successfully rigged an election.

    READ: All the Real-Life Situations Where “Bridgerton” Quotes Come in Handy

    You dream about them 

    If you’re dreaming of them every night then we suggest you tell them to take your name out of their jazz man’s mouth. But, if  the love of your life is making an appearance in your dreams every now and again, then it’s safe to say that they’ve taken full ownership of your mind and heart.

    Your family loves them 

    If your family members move like Satan’s step-children then this one’s not for you. However, if they’re sensible and you know they always have your best interest at heart then by all means show them your potential beau and hope your family falls in love, like you have.

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    You feel physically sick when you fight with them 

    People in love fight all the time. But, if you and the person you think is “The One” get into a fight and you’re both able to breathe and be functional members of society, then they might not be the one for you. 

    They’ll think the world of you

    Naturally, the one for you has to think stars shine out of your ass, they need to genuinely believe you’re the sole reason the galaxy shines so bright. If they’re not of this opinion then you need to pack your load and continue your search for love.

    You’ll do anything to protect them 

    When you find “The One” they’ll mean the world to you, and you’ll do anything to make sure no one hurts them, even if that person is their mother or yourself.

    You’re obsessed with them 

    When we say obsessed, we mean things like sniffing the air after they walk past you and keeping every letter they’ve written you – you know, normal things people in mutually loving relationships do.

    ALSO READ: Surefire Ways to Get Your Own “Bridgerton” Relationship in Real Life

  • Love Life: I Met Him Through a Radio Show as a 40+ Single Mum

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Nnamdi: We met after we got matched on a night-time radio show last year. I was single and searching, so possibly as a prank, one of my mates called in with my profile and then reached out to me when they found a match. 

    I was just laughing, but I decided to give it a try because I had nothing to lose. I reached out to her through the contact the radio station shared, and because she seemed open, we met at a restaurant close to her place. It was nice, she looked so good, and I thought I got lucky. I had this preconceived notion that there was no way I’d meet a good-looking person through a radio show, yet there I was.

    Favour: I wasn’t necessarily searching at the time. I sent in my profile just for fun. I had this friend who was married but used to send her profile all the time. I’d done it once some months before that, but I chickened out of meeting with the guy they matched me with. 

    This time around, I thought, “What the heck?” But the same way he assumed any woman who’d be on such a show wouldn’t be attractive is the same way I thought any guy on it would be over-desperate. I didn’t get any desperate vibes from him. If anything, he seemed noncommittal.

    What did you talk about during this first meeting?

    Favour: Our work, careers, interests, why we were single at over 40. 

    After we’d spoken for a while, and I’d decided he was a cool guy, I told him I had an 11-year-old son from a failed marriage. He didn’t flinch. He just asked if he could see his picture and if I was comfortable talking about the marriage and why it failed. I enjoyed his maturity — not all 40+ men are mature — and I thought, “I’d love for us to be friends.” He didn’t really seem interested in a serious relationship, and I wasn’t even sure I was ready to take risks with love again.

    Nnamdi: I told her I’d never been married at all, and she said that was a major red flag. But we laughed about it. In the end, it all came down to neither of us believing anything real could come out of being matchmade on radio.

    Why did you never marry?

    Nnamdi: Japa happened. 

    I had a steady girlfriend then I moved to the US in 2005, when you could still get chosen for a visa through draws. I got there and decided to stay longer, with the hopes of getting a green card. She decided she couldn’t wait any longer after the first two years. I ended up staying for 11 more years. The whole time, I found it extremely hard to date there.

    Favour: I’m sure he gave off this playboy energy. If you don’t get to know him well enough, you’d think he was an unserious person. He’s not, though, just laidback.

    Nnamdi: Tell them.

    I returned to Nigeria in 2018 to set up my business and ended up having my head buried in work for the next couple of years. The girls I dated thought I was too busy or didn’t prioritise them enough. That’s why when Twitter boys say women only want money or “just buy her everything she wants and she’ll stay,” I wonder what they mean. That’s never been my experience. They definitely want your love and attention too.

    So that’s how I found myself single and on a radio dating show at 45 years of age.

    Wild. Favour, wanna talk about why your marriage failed?

    Favour: Oh, he was abusive. He’d beat me then beg and gaslight. I completely bought into it until my eyes opened, and I got myself out of there fast.

    What do you mean “bought into it”?

    Favour: Abuse is scary. You never know when you go from completely sensible to irrational.

    I started believing the beating was normal. He couldn’t help it because of all the pressures of life. Me sef why did I do this or that. He beats me because he’s so in love and passionate about us. Maybe it’s even advanced BDSM. I remember it being so normal after a while. I started liking and craving for how he’d beg and make me feel special after he’d given me a dirty slap. 

    Nnamdi: I wish I could set up some soldiers on the guy.

    Favour: One day, our son was in the picture. When he was around two, I looked at him and thought, “I must be crazy to want to raise this boy here.” 

    It took me two more years to leave. I stayed with this man for eight years of my life. I found it almost impossible to even think about dating after that.

    At what point did you reveal these things to each other?

    Favour: I told him my ex was abusive on that first meeting. But I’ve only recently shared most of the details with him.

    Nnamdi: I told her about my relationship history the first two or three times we talked. It was a prerequisite to even continue with whatever would happen between us because I think she wanted to make sure I wasn’t a major red flag.

    During our first meetings, we carried on like new friends trying to keep the connection going because we’re at that age when we have a little more free time after a decade or more of grinding and losing friends to capitalism.

    Favour: My life revolved around my mum and my son, so making a new friend in such an interesting way was exciting. I think also cancelling out the possibility of us dating from the beginning helped me let my guard down and open up a bit, in a way I’d never thought I would to a stranger.

    So when did you realise you liked each other?

    Favour: I think it snuck up on us. I can’t pinpoint a time. 

    Maybe it started with me wanting to make time during the weekends to see him, or when about a month after we met, I wanted him to meet my son.

    Nnamdi: I knew I liked her on the second meeting. We were both surprised when I reached out to her about seeing again the very next week after the first meet. We were still playing it friendly, but I knew I wouldn’t get that interested in seeing a new friend so soon.

    When she asked if I wanted to meet her son, I knew she liked me two but maybe hadn’t realised it yet. I played it cool for all of two months before I finally asked if we could become romantic.

    Is that how you asked? “Can we become romantic?”

    Nnamdi: I think so.

    Favour: He said, “Please, let’s date romantically.” He was a little nervous, and I found it cute. I said yes even though I was also scared as hell. I kept checking his approach and attitude next to how my ex-husband did his own, to make sure I wasn’t falling for the same tricks.

    I wanted to ghost him the week after I agreed to date him because I didn’t trust my judgement. It was tough.

    Nnamdi: Thank you for opening your heart to me.

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    What was meeting the son like?

    Favour: It was normal, quiet. But he was happy to see Nnamdi. He had this soft smile on his face throughout. My son is quite shy. We met at my house, so it was his comfort zone, and Nnamdi didn’t stay too long. I watched them talk quietly for about 30 minutes then he brought out his Legos to show Nnamdi what he could build. I knew we’d won his approval.

    Nnamdi: We weren’t under much pressure because we were still just friends. I just cared about her enough that I also cared to know that she wasn’t struggling to take care of her son. I wanted to be there to help. When I met this well-behaved young boy, I knew his mum had to be a good person.

    How do your families feel about your relationship?

    Favour: It’s been just my mum and I for like a decade now. She’s accepted him wholeheartedly. In fact, she was my litmus test in the first month of whether I made the right decision to let him in, and they got along right from his visit to our house to meet my son. They have such a good rapport.

    Nnamdi: I’ll admit my parents are less accepting. They would’ve preferred someone younger, someone who wasn’t married before and didn’t have a child already. 

    They said as much when I told them about her earlier on. But they’d also given up on me finding a wife deep in my 40s, and I have four happily married siblings, so they’re less willing to push my preference on her.

    Favour: Yeah, my relationship with his parents is mixed because I can clearly see I’m not their preferred choice, but they’re also quite well-behaved about it. I’m never disrespected. 

    Although I don’t know what might happen if Di now decides to marry me.

    Is marriage already in the conversation?

    Nnamdi: Well. That’s the natural direction right now. We celebrate a year of dating in July. At our age, you don’t date for that long without thinking about marriage.

    Favour: But he hasn’t proposed yet. 

    We talk about the future a lot, hypothetically. We talk about our career trajectories. We’re also currently figuring out children. I think that’s the one thing maybe holding us back.

    How so?

    Favour: Well, I’m on the tail end of my fertility journey, and I know he wants his kids. Some years back, I froze some of my eggs. We’re in that interesting period of checking out all our options.

    Nnamdi: That’s not holding me back, Fave.

    Favour: Ok. I’m just saying what I feel. I know it’s important to you.

    What would happen if you find out you can’t have any more kids?

    Nnamdi: Thank God for technology. We’ll invest in surrogacy. I don’t mind that at all. I’m just glad she had the foresight to freeze her eggs.

    Favour: I’d be sad for sure, but I’m already bracing for the worst. I know that sounds pessimistic.

    Nnamdi: I think we’ll be fine. It’s more important to me that I’ve found someone I can connect and feel like an equal with. We’re so well matched in terms of work, finances and the kind of conversations we can have. 

    And I love the way she’s raising her son, how involved she is even though she has her hectic work schedule.

    Do you get pushback from society?

    Favour: Some of his friends. Actually, I can tell his friends don’t like me.

    Nnamdi: That’s not entirely true. 

    There are two particular friends who don’t like that I’d have to take care of another man’s son, and I’ve told them off. 

    Favour: I think a lot of them expected that you’d end up with someone younger. Especially that friend who set you up on the radio show in the first place.

    One time, I saw him text Nnamdi that since he held out for so long, he thought he’d use the opportunity to get someone in her 20s.

    Nnamdi: I’m so embarrassed of my friends right now. But it was also a very stupid “man” joke.

    Do you find it funny, Favour?

    Favour: Certainly not. I replied him “fuck off” as if I was Nnamdi, LOL. Ok, maybe I found it funny a little.

    Nnamdi: But the same guy also asked me when I’m putting a ring on it just last week. I swear it’s all chill.

    Favour: Well, my ex also gets in our way, showing up unannounced at times to get our son. I think the side with him and even his parents will always be complicated, so I get why Nnamdi’s friends are worried. Being a single mum is not pretty.

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    Can you tell us just how complicated it gets?

    Favour: The major thing is not being able to plan out your kid’s life with the person you love. Instead, you’re doing it with someone you most likely hate. 

    I don’t know which is worse, having an active baby daddy you now hate or having a totally absent one. From where I’m sitting, I’d choose the latter any day.

    Nnamdi: I’m not sure if I have the right to talk about this, but there’s also the worry that someone you know is abusive still gets to take care of your young child, and you’re not there to make sure they aren’t abusive to them as well.

    Favour: Oh yes, thank you. That scares me all the time. 

    There’s nothing you can do about this?

    Nnamdi: Like, Nigerian law is so vague and heavily patriarchal-leaning on child custody after divorce that I don’t know if there’s any way she can appeal for full custody. 

    Favour: My feminist ally! 

    But so far, my ex has proven to be a good father, and I keep praying that he will continue. I pray for my son ceaselessly. I just wish I never had to see my ex again.

    Understandable. Have you two had a major fight yet?

    Favour: Have we? No. 

    Nnamdi: Ahh. You don’t remember the day you almost screamed my head off for talking over you and telling your aunty that you’d allow her side of the family to take over accommodation arrangements during your father’s remembrance in February.

    Favour: I was hoping you wouldn’t bring that up. 

    Tell us your side!

    Favour: All of a sudden, he was telling my relatives he’d sorted this and handled that and set up this other thing. I was upset that he was going over my head; he didn’t discuss any of it with me. I didn’t even know what he was talking about in some cases.

    Nnamdi: I thought I was helping by taking things off her plate in her time of grief. I had no idea she hated it until after the conversation with her aunt. That night in our room, she started screaming and crying. 

    I was angry too because I didn’t expect that reaction after all my sacrifice. But I also understood she was overwhelmed. I just walked out. 

    Favour: The next day was the event, and we were both carrying face.

    Nnamdi: Later on, we talked about it and apologised to each other. 

    What she recently shared about the abuse she endured from her ex has also made me understand her reaction that day.

    Have you both considered seeing a therapist about it?

    Favour: We’ve talked about it. We probably will. I know I’ve healed from it in many ways thanks to my relationship with God, but the trauma is still there psychologically.

    Nnamdi: I’d highly support that. I’d love to know how not to trigger her but also make sure I’m not compromising my own emotions as well.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Nnamdi: 10. Don’t look down on matchmaking, guys.

    Favour: Yes, 10. Also, don’t look down on finding love at any age.

    Check back every Thursday by 9 AM for new Love Life stories here. The stories will also be a part of the Ships newsletter, so sign up here.

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  • To Marry for Love or Money? — 6 Married Nigerians Share Their Experiences

    A Nollywood actress’ recent comments about wishing she’d married for money instead of love has woken social media debaters from their slumber and inspired another version of the age-old conversation topic: Should you marry for love or money?

    I spoke to married Nigerians, and they talked about marrying for either love or money and what they’d do differently if they could have a do-over.

    Gbemi, 51

    I married for love, but I won’t advise any young woman to do the same. My husband isn’t a bad man, and I’m not suffering, but I have a reason for my answer.

    When I married my husband, he was unemployed and only had foam in his bedroom—no bed or mattress—just foam to sleep on. If you mistakenly slept on that foam without a bedsheet, you’d have to spend hours removing foam from your hair. But I loved him, and he was kind to me. I also had a job, and we planned to use my salary to build a school as our family business.

    It worked out for us, but only because my husband is a rare breed. For over six years, I brought most of the money, and he never acted out. He never talked even when I did my normal woman wahala and spent money on unnecessary things. He neither asked me for money nor tried to police what I used money for. I dropped it at home by myself because of our school plan.

    Men of these days can’t do that. I can’t count the number of family issues I’ve helped solve that’s rooted in the woman earning more. Don’t say your own man can’t do it. Marry someone with money, please. Marriage is already stressful without adding money and the stress of managing someone’s ego to it. If I didn’t get married to my husband, I most likely wouldn’t have married a poor man.

    Obinna, 43

    I didn’t even marry for either love or money. I got married to my partner because my parents knew her family and recommended her. I don’t have any regrets. She’s made my house a home and is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We’ve been married for over 10 years, and that’s love if you ask me. If I had the opportunity again, I’d still allow my parents to pick for me. 

    Rola, 29

    I married for both love and money by making sure to find love where the money was. I understand that money is vital in building a home and removing unnecessary stress, so poverty was a deal-breaker for me when I was single. I don’t have much in common with broke men, so where did they even want to find me? I make good money and expect the same from a romantic partner. That’ll always be my standard.

    Justina, 40

    I married quite young for love, and while I’m grateful that my husband and I are fairly financially comfortable now, it wasn’t always like that. There were years of struggle that affected the love. Of course, you can’t be thinking about love when landlord is threatening to throw you out over unpaid rent, or when you’re doing 001 and eating once a day so your kids can eat. 

    Fortunately, we stayed together through those years, but I don’t think we’re as close as before. We lost that connection while struggling to make ends meet. If I had the opportunity to do it all over again, I’d have waited for us to make money first before getting married and raising children.

    Femi, 34

    Do Nigerian men really have the option to marry for money? I don’t think it’s as common for us. I married my wife because I love her. Whether she brings in money or not isn’t really my business because I’m meant to provide for her and my family. That’s not to say it doesn’t get difficult. I’ve been married for five years, and sometimes, I want to run away from all my financial responsibilities. If it’s not house rent, it’s fuel or the children or even extended family. Maybe if I had another opportunity, I’d find a way to hook Dangote’s daughter so that I, too, can enjoy.

    Yemi, 31

    I married for love and peace of mind. Money isn’t everything. My husband and I don’t have it all, but at least we’re together. I’ve heard stories of richer couples who eventually divorced or are battling one problem or the other. I’ll advise anyone to consider peace of mind and whether they can stay happy with that person for years over how much is in their account. Money can disappear overnight, but marriage is a lifetime thing. Will you end the marriage because there’s no money again?


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  • 20 Unique Messages to Send to Your Boyfriend in 2024

    Nothing beats the feeling of getting a phone notification during a bad work day and it turns out to be a message from the LOYL. If you’re a lady who wants to profess love, inspire or invite that man over for genital slamming, we’ve got you covered with a list of unique messages for your boyfriend that’ll get him thanking God for the day your paths crossed. 

    20 Unique Messages to Send to Your Boyfriend in 2024

    “Love me jeje, love me tender. You’re my sugar, my honey, my tender lover.”

    Thanks to Tems, this line from Seyi Sodimu’s 1999 record has made a comeback to the dating scene. Use it for your man, it works wonders.

    “My heart goes out to jigi jigi bam bam.”

    Send this to a millennial or gen X lover, and watch him melt like a cheap deliverance candle. 

    “I slept knowing I’ll see you in my dreams, but I woke realising you’re not just a dream to me but my perfect reality.”

    The only way to say good morning to your talking stage who’s showing heavy signs that he’s your last bus stop. 

    “I know you’re at work right now, but I just wanted to say how much I love you.“

    Let that man know you appreciate all he’s doing. This message will also push him to go harder.

    “My baby. The one who makes Nigerian air breathable. Your softness is why I don’t even consider the hardship in the country…”

    No better way to let that man know Nigeria has nothing on your love for him. 

    “You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever known, and I can’t believe I’m the one who got you.”

    When you want him to know just how much you appreciate doing life with him. 

    “Your middle name should be Google because you’re always right, and you have everything I’ve been searching for in a man.”

    Send this to a man, and you’ll scatter his medulla oblongata. 

    “I love you more than roasted corn. And I really love corn.”

    That man knows he has to act right if you’re placing him above good ol’ roasted corn. 

    “You’re the one I want o / Before my liver start to fail.”

    In case you want to profess your love to him with the help of Afrobeats.

    “I love you.”

    Coming from you to your man, he’ll have butterflies fluttering in his tummy. 

    “Missing you. Big head.“

    A simple way to let him know he needs to bring his ass to wherever you are.

    “Me without you is like a phone without internet connection. Come back soon.”

    Another way of telling that man to jump on the next danfo and come to you. 

    “May Nigeria never happen to you.”

    It’s up there in some of the most important prayers for anyone living in Nigeria. That man will know you rate him AF. 

    “You didn’t come this far to give up now. You’ll get through this.“

    For when your man needs a little cheering up from life’s shege.

    “Hey baby, I’m sorry you’re feeling down today. Don’t forget I’m here for you. Sending you all my love and support.”

    A simple way to help him get through a rough patch.

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    “Check your account, baby. I sent something small.”

    The Nigerian economy is showing everyone shege right now, so you better believe that man can use a lil support here and there, even if you’ll get it back in ten folds.

    “I know you can’t stand me right now, but how do you look so good even when you’re angry?”

    For when you’ve pissed him TF up and want to stylishly apologise.

    “Hey Zaddy”

    It’s a short message but heavy with meaning. That man will know you want to be babied in a way that’ll make your toes curl.

    “Hey baby, wanna come home and lick my plate?”

    It’s unhinged, but it’ll crack him up and send him running to you in no time. 

    “I burn for you”

    This Bridgerton line is still hot as hell in almighty 2024. Let that man know how far you’re willing to go for him and his phallus.

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  • I Blame My Rich Parents for My Lack of Ambition

    Coming from a privileged background is often associated with a guaranteed shot at success. But Richard* (28) thinks it’s put him at a disadvantage.

    He talks about getting whatever he wanted as a child, how that has contributed to his lack of ambition as an adult and his fears for the future.

    As told to Boluwatife

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    “Blame” is a strong word, but it best describes how I sometimes feel about my parents. 

    They’re the kind of people you’d call “new money”. Growing up, I heard several stories about how my dad would trek to school with the one pair of shoes he wore everywhere; school, church and when he had to follow his dad to the farm to harvest yams. My mum had a similar upbringing; she grew up in Lagos in those “face me I slap you” houses.

    Education and sheer grit changed my father’s story and brought him the money and connections he didn’t have growing up. For him, that meant his children never had to struggle like he did. Coupled with the fact that his first child — me — came after almost six years of waiting, and the second child came after I turned 9, his “my children will never suffer” resolve quickly turned into spoiling.

    I don’t remember ever wanting something and being told “no”. One time in primary school, a classmate refused to let me try on his new watch, so I complained to my mum at home and she made our house help go to the market to buy the same watch for me that evening. 

    I failed my mathematics exam once in JSS 3, but it never got to my results sheet because the teacher called my parents and told them about it. My score was too close to a D, and the teacher knew my parents wouldn’t like it. I don’t know what they discussed, but they gave me new exam sheets with another that contained the answers to rewrite it in my dad’s room. All I had to do was copy the answers in my handwriting. I got an A.

    I’m not saying my parents didn’t teach me any values. They taught me to be kind and respectful, but I never really “struggled” or had to think about how to solve challenges. I just always knew mummy or daddy would handle it.

    The first time I might’ve handled “adult” problems was in 2013. I was in my second year at a popular federal university. My parents only wanted me to attend that university because of the alumni network. 

    But one lecturer came to the class and started saying “A is for God, and B is for me”, so my parents decided it was best to transfer to a private university. Why did I need to stress over a lecturer who was famous for failing students? 

    It’s the same quest for an easier life that made me fake an illness to abandon NYSC camp in 2018 and has made it almost impossible for me to stay at one job for more than six months. I once walked out of a graduate internship because third mainland bridge traffic was stressing my life, and I wasn’t about the “waking up at 5 a.m.” life. 

    That’s when I manage to get jobs. Since 2019, I’ve had three jobs. It’s 2024, and I’ve been unemployed for seven months. There’s just something unappealing about convincing potential employers to “choose” you that makes the job search stressful for me.

    I’m not idle, though. I try tech content creation sometimes as a hobby, but it takes a level of consistency that’s difficult to keep up with. 

    I’m a 28-year-old man, and I see the strides my mates are making, but I don’t feel the push to do more. I feel like I’m not living up to my potential. Specifically, I don’t know what path to take; I feel stuck. My best friend says I have classic “failure to launch” symptoms.

    My parents don’t seem bothered, probably because they’ve already mapped out my future; my dad has real estate investments that will go to me after I get married. But I don’t even know if I’m interested in real estate or learning what it takes to manage it. I love my parents and enjoy a close relationship with my family. They support my lifestyle, and I’m grateful for that. 

    However, I think my struggle with a lack of ambition and feeling stuck is connected to how they raised me. What’s there to look forward to when I already have all I need? 

    I’d like to raise my future kids better. But I’m not even sure how to make sure they’re better adjusted, and that scares me more than I like to admit. 


    *Name has been changed for the sake of anonymity.

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  • 22 Ridiculously Flirty Nicknames For Your Boyfriend

    Are you trying to stir up tension between you and your significant other? Do you want him to put you in seven different positions at the whisper of his name? Regardless of your answer, you’re in luck because we made a list of ridiculously flirty nicknames to call your boyfriend from today henceforth — emphasis on “ridiculous”. 

    20 Ridiculously Flirty Nicknames For Your Boyfriend
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    Olowo ori mi, ale nobody

    If you call a Yoruba man this, you’ll get the keys to his heart.

    Sweety pie

    Before you roll your eyes, is he a pie or not?

    G-spot hitter

    This should be the flirty nickname for your boyfriend if he knows how to eat your work diligently. 

    Joystick

    If you always think about his phallus before him.

    Adaripon mi

    To be used for a bald Yoruba man while gently stroking his head. 

    Uso’m

    If you want that Igbo man to know he’s your “sweetness”.

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    Freaky Freaky

    This is for a man who knows how to get your freaky on.

    My ovaries

    If your insides jiggle outta excitement anytime you see him.

    Dickson

    If his “gbola” is your favourite thing in the relationship.

    Partner-in-crime

    Because you know what you both get up to at night and in private places.

    Rainmaker

    For a man who knows how to turn your showers of blessings on.

    Jannatin Duniya

    For that Hausa man who takes you to paradise.

    Dodo Mayana

    If you’re dating an Egbon Adugbo who goes hard on the “G” in genital slamming.

    Sweet scum

    He’s scum, but he’s YOUR scum and that makes him the sweetest thing after honey.

    Lover boy

    If he’s head over heels in love.

    My big bear

    If you always feel all cute and cuddly in his big embrace. 

    Naughty boy

    If he’s a spoilt person.

    Bad boy

    This is for a man who knows how to press all your right buttons, especially the most important one.

    Dopamine supplier

    Use this flirty nickname for your boyfriend if he gets you high on love.

    Hottie Tottie 

    If he’s sexually attractive as fuck.

    Beau

    Because a little French is sexy AF.

    Zaddy

    If your man is a glucose daddy.

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  • Love Life: We Found Out He Was Impotent After the Wedding

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Kola: We met during a church outreach in Kaduna in 1987. She served there when I was transferred to Kaduna town with other church members for missionary work. She met some church representatives who went to preach to corpers while she was in camp, so when she got out, she started attending our local fellowship with her friends. 

    The first day I saw her, we got along very well, and I invited her and her friends over to the missionary lodge for lunch. We ended up having a mini bible study and talking about life. At first, I liked one of her friends and thought about courting her, but by the end of the day, I preferred Wunmi. I liked her gentle temperament.

    Wunmi: I first saw him when he preached about God’s love during one fellowship. He was so passionate about his message that he made me want to experience that kind of love more. 

    After he invited us to the lodge and we talked, I had a feeling we’d get married. Back then, the process of dating was a lot simpler. You find someone you gel with, and if they gel with you too, it’s smooth sailing from there to marriage except there are complications like tribalism, religion or genotype. We already knew we were well-matched in the first two, and by the next meeting, we’d confirmed we were both AA.

    So did you immediately decide on marriage?

    Kola: No. We courted first. 

    I introduced her to my mentor in Kaduna then and also telephoned my spiritual father back in Oyo about her. All that happened in the first month. She didn’t tell any of her folks about me because we decided she’d have to finish NYSC first before we moved things forward. But I wanted to set things right spiritually.

    Wunmi: I was also watching him to be sure he was kind and I liked spending time with him. He helped me get a room at the lodge, so I spent the service year working for the government, helping out at the fellowship and spending time with him and other church leaders. I never had to worry about food or transportation. It was such a peaceful, lovely time. 

    Then he got called back to his home church in Ibadan about two months before my passing out. But he promised to come to Lagos and marry me once I was back there. We exchanged contact addresses, and he left. I cried for days because I missed his constant presence. That’s how I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

    I’m guessing he came to Lagos as promised?

    Wunmi: He did. 

    First, he called the house some weeks after I’d settled in. This was in May 1988. My older brother picked up the phone and called me to answer it. I was so happy to hear his voice after so long. He came to see my father sometime in June, and something funny happened. My father didn’t like him.

    Kola: We never got along until the day he died.

    Wunmi: He told me, “This man is sickly. Is this really who you want to marry?” 

    Kola has always been lanky. In fact, that was one of the things that attracted me to him when we were in Kaduna, his tall, lean frame. My dad asked me to find out what was wrong with him because he was sure something was wrong. I felt bad because it’s not like he looked sick, he was just lanky. 

    I went ahead and asked him. He told me nothing was wrong. My father later gave his consent for us to marry after some long investigations from both families.

    What kind of investigations?

    Kola: My family sent some trusted people to find out about her family and hometown. It was very common in our time for people to go to your village and get to the root of your upbringing and family line even before the normal family introduction. 

    Her family did the same until both sides were satisfied. 

    Wunmi: My father even sent our firstborn to his workplace in UTC Foods to make sure he really worked there. We passed all the tests, and our families finally met in Lagos. The traditional and wedding proper happened in my hometown in Sagamu in April 1989. 

    Everything happened smoothly, and we moved to Ibadan together.

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    How was it like being newlyweds?

    Wunmi: It was scary and I was homesick. I’d never lived in Ibadan before then. I was also a bit of a Mama’s girl. Even though I schooled in Ife, I used to go home for every single holiday. In fact, my NYSC year was the only time I’d lived away from home for a stretch. 

    But the real stress all started when we were ready to consummate the marriage some weeks after the wedding and he couldn’t make it work.

    Kola: I thought it was just anxiety. When this persisted for about a month, we went to the clinic and discovered I had high blood sugar. They had to refer me to University College Hospital. It took several tests before they diagnosed me with Type 2 diabetes. 

    Wunmi: It had been left untreated in his system for too long. The first thing that came to my mind was that my father was right. Should I have listened to him and not married Kola? We were crushed, but the doctor assured us that all would be well after a few months of proper treatment.

    Was he right?

    Wunmi: He became potent after a while, but I still couldn’t conceive. We tried for years and nothing; his sperm count was too low. We took it to God in prayer and told our spiritual leaders. It made the first several years of our marriage quite sad.

    Kola: As if getting the diagnosis reminded my body that something was wrong, I started getting weak all the time. The medications managed the weakness and sugar deficiency but made me feel horrible. Managing my health with work and the constant stress about making a family was a great trial for us. 

    Wunmi: I got a job at a school two years into marriage, and it helped distract me a bit. But all we did was try everything we could afford to try to help me conceive. 

    I’m not sure there was anything like IVF then. Surrogacy could only happen if I wanted another man’s sperm inserted into my womb. Somehow, the thought of that only made our situation feel worse.

    How did this affect your daily relationship with each other?

    Kola: At first, we stayed positive. But by the third year, around the time when she got her job, we started to fight a lot. We were constantly arguing, and I could tell I was making her miserable.

    Wunmi: I think I was just hurt and confused.

    Kola: Things mellowed by the fourth year. Maybe she resigned herself to the situation, but she became more willing to be happy in the marriage. We could have normal conversations again, and I noticed she never brought up having a baby, so I followed suit.

    Wunmi: After our fifth year of marriage, in ‘94, my mum visited. She’d visited a couple of times before then, but this time, she came with a purpose. It was written all over her when she walked through our door. In private, she asked me what was going on that we hadn’t conceived. 

    She was the kind of sweet mother who would’ve never pressured me to give her grandchildren, but even she had reached her limit. I had to confide in her about Kola’s health condition.

    What was her reaction?

    Wunmi: She was so sad at first. But then she said, “It’s not the end of the world. We’ll just remain prayerful.” I burst into tears in her chest. 

    I’d never really thought about having children as this amazing thing I wanted at all costs, but it was something that one just expects to do with ease. I didn’t know how to get past not being able to be a mother. But after that, I resolved that I’d accept my fate.

    Kola: She became more withdrawn after that particular visit from her mother. But I didn’t know why until we spoke about it years later. It affected our spiritual life too. The stress made us withdraw from active evangelism and missionary work. 

    Wunmi: There was a brief moment when I lost faith, not quite in God but in the religious activities and constant prayer. Between ‘93 and ‘95, I wasn’t prayerful at all. I was exhausted from playing Hannah earlier on in our marriage. I just wanted to attend normal Sunday service, take what I could from the sermon and go.

    What about your sex life?

    Kola: The last time we had sex regularly was most likely in ‘95 or ‘96.

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    Were you ever able to get past this dark part of your marriage?

    Kola: Our tenth year was the turning point for us, I think. 

    We moved to Lagos in 1999, away from the relatives and acquaintances who constantly badgered her about when we planned to start having children.

    Wunmi: He got a new job in Lagos, and moving back to a state I knew well was surprisingly healing. We focused more on being good friends and partners and planning out the rest of our lives. That’s also when we first considered adopting. Although we didn’t take it seriously until well into 2001.

    Kola: Some years before then, one of my cousins brought up plans for him and his wife to adopt, and my family had frowned on it seriously. My late father was very vocal in his disapproval. They made it impossible for the cousin to go through with it because of how often they brought it up and made it seem like he was evil for even considering it. 

    So I knew if we had to do it, no one could know the children were adopted.

    How did you pull that off?

    Kola: First, I had to also convince Wunmi to want to keep it secret. Then we had to go through Nigeria’s stringent adoption process for a newborn.

    Wunmi: This also affected our relationship because I was uncomfortable with the dishonesty. I didn’t think it would work. It also meant I’d have to spend months with his sister in America to “give birth”. 

    But I decided to accept. I was just tired of the whole thing.

    Tell me how it went

    Kola: We started the adoption process in August 2001 and completed it in February 2003, so the newborn we’d initially selected had to be replaced with another baby. We never met the parents; we only saw photos. 

    Wunmi: This scared me because wouldn’t they want to meet the people who’d take over as parents to their baby? It made me wonder what kind of genetics our new baby would have. But then, I put myself in their shoes and realised maybe it’d be too painful for them to meet us and still hand their baby over. 

    I was also scared they’d grow up and want to know their biological parents.

    Kola: Completing the adoption process meant that they got new birth certificates with our names on them as their parents, so I didn’t worry too much about it. But there was a long back and forth working with the officials, getting the social welfare officers to visit our home and submit positive recommendations to the court and so on. Halfway through, I just wanted to give up.

    Wunmi: Meanwhile, I felt so ashamed lying to my mum, of all people, about everything. And when she passed away in 2002, I was inconsolable. I know I would’ve told her about it in the end. I never would’ve gone through with it without telling her. 

    I’m so sorry. What exactly did you do to successfully keep the whole plan a secret from family and friends?

    Kola: We’d rather not discuss that here.

    Wunmi: But it’s no longer a secret. Shortly after we adopted our second baby in 2006, we told everyone about it and how the first was also adopted. It was just time; we’d matured a lot, and it was less easy to go through with the elaborate charade a second time.

    Kola: We were ostracised in many ways, but in the end, we were fine. At least, the children have grown up knowing the truth, so it doesn’t crush their identity in adulthood.

    True. In what ways were you ostracised?

    Kola: My father disowned me for about two years until I had to make a show of seeking out his forgiveness with several visits, tears and prostrations. My mother refused to come and help Wunmi out after we just brought home our second child.

    Wunmi: She said something like, “You didn’t push her out, so you’re strong enough to handle taking care of her na.” We managed to get by without much family support.

    Kola: Her father already didn’t like me, so he felt quite justified by everything that was happening.

    Wunmi: Maybe because of this, our second baby drew us closer. She was a gentle and easygoing baby. We found it easy to work together to take care of her and the household during this period.

    Did things get easier after this?

    Wunmi: Yes. After the children came into our lives, it felt like we could finally settle and move forward. I started a catering business and became more active in church because I wanted to raise them to be godly.

    Kola: She still worries about them asking about their real parents, but so far, that’s never happened. 

    What would you do if they asked?

    Kola: We’ll point them in the right direction and leave the rest to God.

    Wunmi: That might be easier said than done for me.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Wunmi: I’d rate it a 7 because it could’ve been a lot worse, but we’ve been able to approach our battles with kindness, gentleness and the grace of God.

    Kola: She has said it all. 7.

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  • The Only 7 Ways to Join 2024’s Engagement Train

    While we’re all trying to survive this life, a select few have gone and found love and engagement rings. We don’t know what they’re all running from or towards, but here’s how to join the merry little band of lovesick fools.

    Change your bad character

    Granted, the one for you will love all of you — flaws and all. But your character is currently too bad for them to even see you. We suggest you self-reflect and figure out why you’ve not joined the real lovers of 2024.

    Become a real lover

    It might feel easier to form hard guy and perform mental gymnastics because you’re looking for love, but it actually isn’t. Go out, meet someone and feel all the feelings. 

    However, if that doesn’t work, wake up at 2 in the morning, stand outside your house and swear for them.

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    Give your ex a chance

    Yes, that ex you just thought about. Like a couple of old pictures on their Instagram, leave a comment or two, sub them on your story and watch them crawl back into your life. Who knows? It might be for good this time.

    Let your parents set you up

    Two things will happen here: you either meet the love of your life and live happily ever after with them or it ends in disaster and premium tears. You’ll never know which if you don’t give it a chance. 

    Get out of your house

    We know we said you can find love in the comfort of your home, but that obviously isn’t working for you. So it’s time to switch up your game. 

    Attend a wedding

    If you meet someone there, that’s great. But don’t forget your main focus; to catch the bouquet and pray the superstition works for you and you get married, or at least, find the love of your life next.

    Take a trip to your village

    Go to your village and beg all the members of the community to free you to find love before the year runs out. Desperate times and all of that.

  • Love Life: We Went From an Open Relationship to Polyamory

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Dumebi: Let me go first. I met Oyin during her convocation ceremony in June 2022. She was my brother’s set mate, but they didn’t know each other at the time. I’m not sure how she caught my eye, but she was taking pictures with her friends. I watched her do this for a while until she walked in my direction. I had to walk up to her and say hi.

    Oyin: I didn’t know he’d been watching me. I just went to get something from my dad’s car that was parked a bit far away when he approached me and said, “Congratulations.” He introduced himself and asked for my name. That’s how he followed me to the car, we got there and just started talking. Then he asked for my number. 

    My dad was so angry wondering what took me so long just to check if they left a cooler in the booth. They didn’t. 

    Peju: I met Dumebi some months after that at a work thing. The company he worked for was helping my client with some PR projects, and we got to liaise a lot. We started meeting up outside our offices to get stuff done around February 2023 and that’s when we really started to get attracted to each other.

    Dumebi: Yeah. We’d meet at restaurants and cafes to check stuff out on her laptop and align on how we wanted to make the project run faster without our bosses being on our necks. It really simplified the work.

    I’m sure. Starting with Dumebi and Oyin, did you decide you liked each other from day one?

    Oyin: Yes, I thought he was cute, and I’d never been approached so directly, so he definitely left a good impression. I didn’t think he’d call me, but then, he did the next day and told me he liked me on that first call. We didn’t talk relationship until maybe a week later.

    Dumebi: I liked her, that’s why I walked up to her. But of course, we didn’t know each other yet, so I wasn’t in a hurry to define whatever feelings I had at the start. During our phone conversations, we got along well. She spoke in a way that made me know she was smart and interesting. 

    I also liked that she wasn’t sheltered because I get so frustrated with sheltered girls.

    How so?

    Dumebi: No offence to anyone like that, but they can be socially awkward and find it hard to speak their mind. I don’t want to have to school someone I want to share my life with on how to communicate. But that’s just me. 

    I liked that Oyin was brought up with a bit of freedom. I could sense this when she talked about her hobbies and activities. I knew I wanted a relationship from that first week.

    Oyin: I get that because one of the things I liked about him early on was how well he knew himself and what he wanted. He was always so decisive and sure of himself. 

    For our first date, he knew where he wanted to take me and when. There was no awkward back-and-forth about where I liked going or do I feel like going out or when do you think you’ll be free? I was surprised by how good that made me feel.

    How did this first date go?

    Dumebi: Because I knew she was a creative person who loved art, I took her to the Nike Art Gallery, and we just walked around and talked. We got an art piece that cost around 60k. We both pitched in but now it lives in her house where I can only go and visit it.

    Oyin: It’s this lovely painting. We treat it like our shared pet. 

    After the gallery, we went to a random restaurant to eat and talk more. We stayed there so late, I think the staff were getting passive-aggressive for us to leave. We kissed for the first time that evening in the car, and I liked it very much. That’s how the relationship started. 

    And where did Peju come in?

    Dumebi: We knew we liked each other, but somewhere along the line, we realised we weren’t aligned sexually. 

    First, she wanted to wait. When she was finally ready, she didn’t enjoy it despite all my efforts. It was a bit stressful for me because I’m a fairly sexually active person, but like I said, I really liked her.

    Oyin: So I suggested that we open the relationship. 

    I didn’t want us to break up because I liked him way more than I’d ever liked anyone, and for the first time, I was with someone who liked me the same amount and I could tell. He wasn’t afraid to show it. I’d dated two guys before him, and it was either I liked them too much or they liked me a lot more than I did.

    Did you talk about how you’d open the relationship?

    Oyin: Yes, we discussed it at my place one Sunday evening in October 2022. We’d only been together three months, so I was a little scared I was just ruining things further.

    Dumebi: I thought she was crazy, that it was just her way of breaking up with me because I’d never considered an open relationship before. 

    We talked about sleeping with other people as long as we always let each other know and we also stayed safe. That’s how I got to find out she was bisexual. She explained that she liked guys emotionally but only enjoyed sex with girls. I think I died for a second.

    Oyin: It was something I actually realised when we had sex. I thought with how much I liked him, liked kissing him, I’d actually enjoy it. But not so much.

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    So the conversation went smoothly?

    Dumebi: In a way, yes. But I went through a lot of emotions in my head. Shock, fear, jealousy, anger, everything. The most important thing for us to establish was whether we trusted each other or was it too early in our relationship to know?

    Oyin: I don’t think he took my suggestion seriously until we spoke about it some more times. We’d still make out and he was as warm and intimate as ever. That made me feel good. Our daily activities had intertwined a lot by that time, and that didn’t change. We still talked and chatted several times during the day and made plans for meals and outings together. 

    But I really wanted us to be sexually satisfied as well. I realised I had to actively talk him through finding casual partners, as controversial as that sounds.

    Did you already have casual partners at this point, Oyin?

    Oyin: Oh no. Sex is much more important to him than to me. I don’t mean gender-wise. Just him as a person. I wanted to make him happy, and I’m glad that I did because now we have Peju in our lives.

    Dumebi: I tried with one other person before her. This girl I met in church was always talking about only wanting to sleep with me. But that didn’t work out because I wasn’t attracted to her. 

    When I met Peju, and she insisted she only wanted something casual, I thought it was perfect because I was definitely attracted.

    How did that go?

    Dumebi: I told Oyin about her, and she screamed that I wasn’t supposed to tell her Peju’s name. She started laughing at me then found her pictures online. It was a bit jarring to have that conversation. 

    Oyin: I thought she was hot and was happy for him. 

    Peju: The first night we had sex, he told me he had a girlfriend and she thought I was hot. I was like, “Children of nowadays don craze.” I think it made the sex hotter, I don’t know.

    You were fine with him having a girlfriend?

    Peju: It helped that he said he’d told her about me. But whether I completely believed him at the time, I’m not sure. I wanted something casual, and I didn’t think it would last more than once or twice. Maybe if he’d said he had a wife, I’d have acted differently though.

    Dumebi: But it ended up happening more than once or twice. As of July 2023, we were meeting up once a week. I could feel the relationship turning, and I didn’t even want to have any other casual partner.

    Oyin: Our own relationship didn’t change at all. We still talked and hung out as often as before. He was also much happier, so I started wanting to meet Peju, but I was scared that I was about to complicate things.

    How did you get to meet her?

    Oyin: It all happened in a very interesting way.

    Dumebi: I wanted them to meet too, even though we never even talked about it. I just asked Peju one night if she wanted to meet my girlfriend. She was like, “Are you alright?”

    Peju: I said no immediately. What part of “casual” didn’t he understand? Also, was he trying to get me acid-burnt?

    Dumebi: Anyway, our companies collaborated on another client, and she had to be in my office at least once a week. One of those days, Oyin came to eat lunch with me at our cafeteria. 

    I didn’t tell either of them because maybe I lowkey like drama.

    No way. In your office?

    Dumebi: It was awkward AF.

    Peju: I had to go down with him for lunch because his boss invited me since I was delayed in their office for almost four hours. I was so angry when he introduced us, but then, this babe just came to hug me and kiss my cheek. I was confused.

    Oyin: Yeah, the meal was awkwardly silent after. I wish I could tell her how chill I was about everything, but Mr Dumebi had to make us meet in his office building.

    Peju: After I left his office, I just started laughing to myself. I texted Dumebi to send me Oyin’s number. He didn’t send it until the next day, saying that he trusts me not to harass her. That’s how I called her and asked if she was okay. As in, “Are you mad?” but in a respectful way. We ended up talking and laughing. It was the strangest thing, but I got good vibes in general.

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    What was the next move for the relationship(s)?

    Oyin: Nothing much happened for some months. We all just became friends. We were hanging out in each other’s houses a lot, but they weren’t having half as much sex anymore. I could sense that their dynamic was shifting, so I asked him about it.

    Dumebi: I wanted to give her enough space to process the whole thing. We actually didn’t sleep together again for another month. It was all a little confusing for me, so I avoided thinking too much about it.

    Peju: I was raised monogamous. Meeting and being friends with his girlfriend made me feel like I was doing something wrong by being with him. It’s harder to want sex with that mindset. 

    One day, Oyin and I were together in her house, and she asked if I was finally ready for a committed relationship instead of casual hookups. Long story short, she wanted me in their relationship. My first question was, had she ever been in a non-monogamous relationship before? She seemed so comfortable with it.

    Oyin: I’d never been, but I’d always been open to it. And at that point, I really liked both Dumebi and Peju.

    So you became a throuple?

    Oyin: Peju said she’d think about it, and I told Dumebi about it as well. That weekend, we met up at a restaurant and talked it out. Peju just kept laughing.

    Peju: I was actually nervous.

    Dumebi: I think we all were, but we were all also down.

    Peju: Of course, we weren’t ready for how complicated it is to be polyamorous in Nigeria. Everyone just thinks I’m Oyin’s best friend, and people constantly warn her not to let me get too close to “her man”.

    How do you navigate stuff like that?

    Peju: Well, I’m not ready to tell the world I’m in a relationship with two other people, so it’s quite complicated. We just try not to overthink it.

    Oyin: The last couple of months, we’ve taken turns going out on dates. Sometimes, it’s me and him; other times, me and her; other times, they go out without me. That gives us some freedom because it’s not like we’re celebrities with a large group of people looking closely into our relationship. 

    And when people warn me about her getting too close to him in ignorance, I just say, “I don’t mind.”

    Dumebi: We keep joking that I’ll just marry Oyin and then Peju a year apart and call it polygamy. But I also don’t find that funny. I hate how patriarchal that makes me sound.

    Does anyone else know?

    Dumebi: Our closest friends know. So between us, we have up to ten friends who know and are completely chill about it.

    Oyin: None of our family knows, though. Not even siblings. I personally don’t have close enough siblings, but we all decided we won’t tell for now.

    Peju: Actually, guys, my sister knows. Sorry.

    Scrim. Are there relationship things you do, all three of you?

    Peju: Besides sex?

    You have threesomes?

    Oyin: Yes, all the time now.

    Dumebi: We also still go on dates, all three of us. We’re heading towards moving in together before the end of the year.

    Any downsides so far? Besides the scrutiny from acquaintances

    Oyin: Jealousy here and there. But nothing really. 

    What I like most is that there’s more money to go around.

    Dumebi: Drawing the line is another thing. 

    I’ve pretty much closed shop when it comes to doing the open relationship thing, but Oyin still gets casual once in a while. There’s someone we might get committed to, and while I like him, I’ve also gotten very comfortable with our throuple. I’m not sure I want more.

    Peju: It’s something we’ve been discussing, whether we want to put a number peg on our relationship. He’ll ruin our future talks about polygamy, but we all agree that this new guy is hot.

    Oyin: We’ve all met him, so he knows he won’t be getting into a relationship with just me. But we’ll see how it goes.

    What was your first major fight about as a couple and throuple?

    Oyin: Where do we start?

    Dumebi and I fought over me moving things around his house the first month we got together. But I now respect his boundaries better because of that episode. It actually wasn’t a huge fight. 

    Dumebi: I spoke harshly to her and she spoke harshly back, and there was this brief shouting match. 

    Oyin: He later came to apologise but repeated that he doesn’t like people touching his things.

    Peju: Not sure I’ve fought with either of them, but as a throuple, we fight almost all the time. Well, more like we play fight. It’s never too serious. Mostly over food.

    How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Dumebi: 10.

    Peju: 9. I’m still battling my inner monogamy.

    Oyin: 20.

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  • My Friend’s Newfound Fame Is Ruining Our 14-Year Friendship

    People can dispute it all they want, but there’s no denying that the dynamics of a relationship changes when one party becomes famous. Whether it’s for good or worse is a different pot of soup.

    In this story, Fred* (34) talks about how one of his oldest friends joined the crop of post-COVID lockdown creator stars of 2021. He can sense them drifting apart, but his fear of getting labelled as “entitled” has hindered him from having an honest conversation about it.

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    As told to Adeyinka

    I met my friend in 2010, shortly after I graduated from secondary school. My mum gifted me a Nokia phone for graduation, and 2go was the in-thing then. When I first joined, I mostly had random conversations with users I assumed were also trying to figure out the app.

    One day, I came across the rooms feature — forums with different topics. There was one for movies, politics, football and so on. I was preparing to study mass communication in uni, so it made sense that the only rooms that appealed to me were the ones tilted to the media. The rooms were almost as confusing as the 2go app itself. After you enter a room, there’s a barrage of messages from different accounts.

    It took a while to get around it, but when I did, I started dropping commentary in the music and movie rooms. Soon, I noticed an account that always engaged with my contributions. Whenever I talked about a new movie or song, he backed me, and I started to do the same for his comments. He had the Mona Lisa painting as his display picture, which held me back from sending a friend request at first.

    However, after a couple of exchanges in the forums, I could tell he was a cool person and I wanted to get to know him better, so I sent a friend request and he accepted almost immediately. It was easy to converse since we had similar interests, but I was curious to know more about him beyond what his profile bio said.

    I learnt he was fresh out of secondary school, about to write JAMB and had plans to study Mass Communication too. He also resided in Lagos, and was just two buses away from my house.

    Over the next couple of months, our shared interests and aspirations helped us form a bond, and we moved from the realm of 2go buddies to actual friends. We would constantly talk about our dreams to become OAPs and move around with actors, actresses and singers or even become superstars ourselves.

    He had a thing for music and was always attending auditions, and I was always there to cheer him up when he didn’t get picked. I’d make jokes about how he had a better chance at blowing up since he could sing, and we’d laugh about it, ending the conversation with how I’d probably be his manager or someone of importance on his team.

    Fast forward to 2012, we gained admission into different universities. It felt like we were a step closer to our dreams as media guys without either of us feeling left behind. Meanwhile, we’d still not met in person. We had super strict parents who didn’t entertain visitors or allow us to go visiting. But this didn’t stop our friendship from blossoming. We texted and took advantage of the MTN Midnight call package.

    But with uni came a lot more freedom.

    Our schools were in different parts of Osun state. We talked about visiting each other’s schools on weekends and breaks, but 100 level was hectic for both of us. We were two Lagosians trying to settle in a new environment whilst facing the harsh reality that was university life. Even when we planned to travel back home together, our schedules never seemed to work out.

    Let’s just say we didn’t see each other until 200 level when he visited me in school for a week.

    Even though it was the first time we saw each other in person, it didn’t feel like that. I was more than happy to introduce him to my new friends. But more importantly, I really wanted to show him how I was fairing on our shared dream of being media superstars. So, I made sure he attended classes with me. I showed him around our studio and was excited to talk about assignments, projects and all that. He also shared some of his experiences with me, how he’d gotten a slot to present for the school radio.

    It felt good, we were both on course.

    I never made the trip to his school even though he visited me a couple more times. But, I did visit him at home in Lagos. His dad took a liking to me after our first meeting, and he didn’t have a problem with me visiting, especially since he’d occasionally walked in on us passionately talking about our future in the media.

    We graduated from university in 2016. I went to NYSC before he did, but it didn’t matter because we still had our passing out service at the same time.

    After NYSC, I was retained as a writer at my PPA while he got a gig as a presenter at an online radio station in Ogun state. We didn’t get jobs with Beat FM, Cool FM, Silverbird or Channels like we both dreamt, but in a way, it still felt like we were on course.

    Except, a little part of me felt left behind. Something about my first job being a writing role didn’t fully align with our joint dream. He was a radio presenter, and it didn’t matter that it was an online station because he still got to interview celebrities. It was the first time he was a step ahead. But I didn’t let the thoughts linger, especially because we were actively applying for jobs in bigger media orgs. It felt reassuring that we were still on the hustle for the same thing.

    In 2019, I got a better opportunity as a journalist with one of the big digital media orgs. My friend had returned to Lagos because the online radio thing in Ogun wasn’t working, and to be frank Lagos was the real eye candy. All the while, our friendship remained intact, and he was always so happy to read my stories. On my part, I wasn’t entirely happy because it felt like I was a step ahead and he was behind because he didn’t have a job. The goal had always been to move as a unit.

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    Then, COVID happened in 2020, and he went into the lockdown jobless. I knew it wasn’t the prettiest period for him. I remember how he once broke down in tears during a phone call, and I didn’t quite know what to say. We’d had some vulnerable moments, but that was a lot to handle. I just stayed on the end of the call, and offered the overused “It is well”.

    Now, you know how they say when life throws you lemons, you should lemonade? This was exactly what my friend did. Few months into lockdown, he started filming skits. He’d send them to me before posting and ask for my opinion. In all our years of friendship, I’d never really seen him as a comic, so I didn’t find the videos funny — at least, not CrazeClown or Taaoma funny. But it didn’t stop me from encouraging him and showing support by reposting, resharing and commenting.

    Soon, what started as a lockdown hobby picked up significantly. His follower count went through the roof on social media. While I didn’t find him entirely funny, people online did. They were in his comments, they were reposting his videos on Twitter and Instastory. My friend was everywhere, and I couldn’t have been happier. He was no longer a step behind, we were on course to achieving our dreams as media boys.

    By 2021, he’d fully taken his place among the new crop of lockdown creators. He’d gotten interviews with print and digital news outlets, and some appearances on TV. And the icing on a cake was when he landed an OAP job at one of the big media houses in Lagos. At this point, it became clear that he was on the fast lane to becoming a celebrity. Through all of these exciting changes, our communication remained pretty much the same. We’d chat on WhatsApp and Instagram, throw in occasional calls and even visit each other.

    By late 2022, my friend became a full blown celebrity in his own right. He’d started hanging out with popular skitmakers. Celebrities were in his comment section laughing their asses off his videos, and he even interviewed some of them on his daytime job as an OAP.

    At first, I refused to entertain thoughts that his new status would affect the dynamic of our relationship. I was constantly showing support in his DMs, and working to keep all our channels of communication alive. Instagram DMs, Whatsapp and Twitter DMs — all places were filled with chat histories that went back years. I’d sometimes quote old messages and we’d briefly reminisce about those times.

    But soon, we started to have less and less things to talk about. Our conversation reduced to messages I’d send congratulating him about a new milestone or responses to his WhatsApp status. We both try to put up a front and act like we’re still the same buddies who had dreams of carving out a space for ourselves in the media, but the friendship isn’t what it used to be.

    I’ve thought about talking to him on so many occasions. But you know how it is when people become famous. They sometimes put up a guard to protect themselves from people who feel entitled to being a part of their lives.

    I’m scared of getting branded as an entitled friend. I mean, shouldn’t it be enough that I’m still on his close friends list on Instagram? That I can call him right now and he’d pick up the phone? That I can lay claim to being this celebrity’s gee and he’d co-sign. That I can show up at his place and he’ll let me spend the night? These privileges should be enough.

    We still exchange messages across social media apps, but deep down, I know the friendship is hanging by a thread. At least, on my end. I fear that if I stop putting in the effort, the friendship is headed to its death. And he might not even notice because there’s so much exciting stuff happening in his life right now.

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  • Love Life: Diarrhoea Almost Ruined Our First Date

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Shola: We met on Twitter in March 2023. She posted about food and how she wanted to cook for her future husband. Me being a foodie, I commented under the tweet. She was really expressive after that and kept replying to my tweets, so I slid into her DM. She almost curved me but eventually gave me her number.

    Damilola: The first time we spoke over the phone, we ended up talking all night. And that’s not my normal behaviour.

    Is that how you realised you liked each other?

    Shola: She recommended a Pastor Adeboye movie for me to watch that night. I’m usually so busy, so I don’t get to watch TV a lot. But the next day, I made sure I watched it so I could tell her I did and this is exactly what happened in it. 

    At that point, I knew I liked her and wanted her close, closer than a friend.

    Damilola: Yeah, we bonded over Mount Zion movies and had a long “getting to know each other” period.

    But how I really knew I liked him was when we were done talking over the phone one night, and I said, “Bye”. His response was, “Don’t ever tell me bye, only goodnight.” We paused for several seconds, and I remember smiling and thinking, “This guy is so sweet.”

    When did you guys finally meet?

    Damilola: Our first meeting was our first date in 2023. We attended a Beautiful Nubia concert. I’m a huge fan of their music, so you can imagine how much I was looking forward to the date. He suggested it and bought tickets because I’d mentioned how much I liked them.

    How did it go?

    Shola: We met at a restaurant to talk before the show started at 5 p.m. We’d been communicating for about a month before the date, and the vibe matched when we met, which was great. 

    Damilola: After eating, we laughed and talked so much that we lost track of time and booked a ride to take us to the venue at the very last minute. 

    In the car, we took pictures together and the conversation was flowing effortlessly when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. He asked if I wanted to go home. I said no. We were almost at the event, and I didn’t want to ruin things. 

    Don’t tell me things got ruined anyway

    Damilola: We got to the venue early at almost 5:30 p.m. Beautiful Nubia’s band was playing with barely 50 people present, so we got spots in the front row. Shortly after we sat down, I felt a sharper pain in my stomach and we had to step out of the venue. I began to feel dizzy and realised I couldn’t walk properly. The pain became so intense that my legs were shaking. 

    Shola: At this point, I was scared.

    Damilola: I sat on a concrete slab already crying silently when I felt the urge to use the restroom. We were surrounded by parked cars and barricades, and I couldn’t stand up without messing up my clothes. 

    An agbero approached us to ask what was happening. Shola explained the situation, and I begged them to let me relieve myself right there. I couldn’t take it. I was reacting to the food we’d just eaten. I barely eat out because my stomach reacts to the most random things. 

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    So you had to poop in public on your first date?

    Damilola: Not exactly. Shola said he wouldn’t let that happen.

    Shola: Another man came to ask what’s up and offered to let her use the restroom in his house, a five-minute walk away. 

    Damilola: As we walked to the man’s house, I felt something leave my body and collapsed on the floor. 

    Ahhh. I’m so sorry

    Damilola: Shola was almost in tears, and I felt really bad for him. I was so embarrassed. 

    He carried me on his back as we rushed to the man’s house. I used his toilet the first time but didn’t feel better. While we were booking a ride to go to the nearest pharmacy, I felt the stomach pain again. I was so scared it would drop right there that I begged Shola to let me use the drainage in front of the man’s house. I was that desperate. 

    Shola: Thankfully, the man let her use his toilet again instead. 

    How did you guys get through such a first date?

    Damilola: I was weak and tired, but we went to a pharmacy and then returned to the event. 

    He asked me a billion times if I was sure we should go back. When we got there and the place was already full, he immediately grabbed two plastic chairs stacked at the back and cleaned them for us. I felt bad for traumatising him, but he was super caring throughout. And we had an amazing time.

    Shola: I realised that God just wanted to test how much I’d love her, how ready we were to be together. Because right after that, we both knew this was it. We’re getting married to each other.

    Damilola: There’s been no doubt since that day that the relationship would work. And thank God, so far we’ve not been wrong.

    What happened after this date?

    Damilola: I told my sister and friends what happened, and they didn’t believe me. When the Twitter thread I posted about it went viral, I’d send the funny comments to him, and we’d all laugh. 

    We continued talking, and he’s remained caring throughout. One time when I was sick, I told him I hadn’t eaten. He came all the way to my house when I was still staying at Magboro, brought me amala and some fruits. I remember eating the apple and telling him it tasted somehow.

    Shola: We kept going out together and getting deeper into each other’s lives. I met her roommate, Aduke, that same week, and we started meeting all our friends shortly after. Before I knew it, they were all calling me “Shollylupitini”, her nickname for me.

    When did things become official?

    Damilola: Three days after the date, I invited him to my house and it just happened in the middle of a conversation. He stopped and looked at me. I asked why he was staring, and he said, ”Will you be my girlfriend with marriage in view?” I was shocked and said yes immediately.

    My flatmate, Aduke, had made fried rice and turkey for his visit, so we just sat and ate, and they bonded over the fact that they both graduated from OAU.

    Shola: That night, she gave some of her friends my number, and they called to congratulate me.

    Damilola: Three months after the date, he asked to come see my parents. I was like, “What for?” It felt too serious to me at the time, but I told my dad and we invited him over. He came with some of his friends, and we all had a meal with my parents at home. 

    After that meeting, my dad was so happy. He kept saying, “I like that boy. He’s so cool and calm.” The next thing, he was asking me to come meet his mum in Berger.

    Ouuu

    Damilola: I was like, “Why?” I was so scared.

    Shola: I just wanted everyone who was important to me to know her. I was so excited about her, and I still am. My mum knew about her and was eager to meet her too.

    Damilola: We went to see her together, and she cooked for us. I remember thinking the food was so delicious. It was semo and efo-riro. I even asked if I could have more to take home, and she willingly packed me a big bowl. She was so nice to me.

    Before Shola even proposed, I’d call every so often to check up on her. I could just show up at her house, and she’d be so happy to see me.

    Speaking of the proposal, how did that go?

    Shola: Like I said, from that first date, I knew she was the one. Every time we remember what happened, we’re able to laugh and make jokes about it. We promised we’d tell our kids the funny story of how we met.

    As the months passed, my feelings for her didn’t fade at all. I just had to decide at some point that I wanted to take a bold step.

    Damilola: I actually saw the ring weeks before the proposal; he doesn’t know this. I knew he’d propose, but I just didn’t know when.

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    How did you find the ring, Damilola?

    Damilola: I was at his place one day. This was towards the end of September 2023. I entered his room, and he just said, “Don’t go near that bag.” I was like, “Ehn? What could be in there?” So once he left the room, I went straight to the bag and saw the ring. I even tried it on and took a picture. But I later deleted it.

    Shola: Wow. Wow. Wow.

    Damilola: The day he finally proposed, on October 7th, he got my most stubborn friend, Bimpe, to bully me to get my nails and hair done and dress up to go eat at a restaurant with her. At first, I was like, “Don’t disturb me jo.” I was at a low point in my life, so I was ready to just throw on a random dress and some slippers. But she can be very assertive.

    Shola: That’s why I got her to do it.

    Damilola: I did my best and got there. I was even texting to check in on him because he had an important meeting. She kept moving me in different angles to take pictures at the restaurant and ordered food even though I said I wasn’t hungry. 

    That’s how the food came and the waiter opened it and I saw a chocolate writing that said, “Will you marry me?” I just froze. I turned around and saw him on both knees. Omo, tears straight. He read out a poem he wrote and brought out the ring.

    Shola: Do you know what she said to me? “Ko si bi tama tiesi” (I don’t have anywhere else to push you to). We had our civil wedding last week; our main wedding is in June.

    That sounds beautiful. Was there ever a time you felt unsure about the relationship, though?

    Damilola: I had a dark moment last August when my job was affecting me psychologically and I was determined to resign. No one understood. My dad called to beg me not to leave. Shola kept reminding me that there were no jobs out there.

    Shola: I didn’t want her to have to struggle with unemployment. But I wasn’t really listening to how she felt.

    Damilola: I listened to them for about two months then I quit without telling anyone. It was after I submitted my letter that I called to tell him I’d done it.

    Shola: I felt bad that she kept it from me, but I supported her decision.

    What happened after?

    Shola: She was so irritable during that period. It was obvious that any mention of a job or money annoyed her so I avoided that. But I saw how hard she worked to make some money off her writing side gigs and also apply for better jobs. 

    Two months later, she had a new job that was a lot better than the last in terms of everything.

    Damilola: When I got the new one, everyone started saying, “Thank God you didn’t stay back at that other place.” Funny enough, Shola proposed just a week before they called me to start this new job.

    Neat. Have you guys ever had a major fight?

    Shola: Before we started dating, she really proved hard to get as women do. But I stayed persistent, calling and checking up on her, expressing my intentions. That caused friction at many points. 

    I won’t say we’ve ever had a major one. Even in arguments, we made a promise to always settle on the same day. Even if one person is asleep, we wake them up to settle any issues.

    Damilola: Before we met at the concert, there was a night I complained to him about my former workplace. I told him about an incident with a patient, and he said, “Customers are always right.” I got so angry. I was like, “I don’t think I like you. I’ll never like you when you say stuff like this.” 

    That’s actually what led to that story I mentioned earlier when I said, “Bye” and he called me back to say, “Don’t ever tell me bye.” That was a memorable argument that ended pretty well. We never go to bed upset with each other, so I can’t even remember a particular situation that I’d call a minor or major fight between us. 

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Damilola: 10 over 10 minus nothing. We’re best friends, and I love the way he carries my matter on his head.

    Shola: I won’t say 10. I’ll say 8 because it’ll only get better. But now, it’s 8, which is still an A.

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  • My Husband’s Family Has Attacked Me Spiritually for Years

    What’s it like navigating a marriage in which you have to endure disapproval from your spouse’s family — especially in a family-centred society like ours? That’s been Ese’s* reality for the last ten years.

    She talks about enduring hate from her in-laws, believing her previous miscarriages are linked to spiritual attacks and how she navigates her situation.  

    As told to Boluwatife

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    There’s a saying popular among Nigerians: “You don’t marry the man, you marry his family”. It means that family approval, specifically from the in-laws, is necessary for a marriage to work.

    I didn’t have the approval of my husband, Yinka’s family when we got married in 2014, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal. After all, Yinka* loved me and insisted we didn’t need his family to be happy together. 

    Funny enough, I’d known Yinka’s family long before we got married. My mum and Yinka’s mum were friends. My mum sold women’s shoes and Yinka’s mum was her good customer. As a teacher, she was always buying shoes. 

    I used to help my mum at her shop whenever I was home from school, and it sometimes meant following her to drop shoes at her customers’ houses. That was how I first met Yinka. I was 12 years old, he was 14, and he was my first crush. I remember drawing his name on my hand with a biro and scrubbing it off immediately after so my dad wouldn’t catch me.

    But Yinka and I didn’t become friends until four years later when I resumed at the same university he attended. My mum had told his mum about my uni admission and both mums decided he should help me secure off-campus accommodation since he knew the area better.

    I still liked him, and it looked like he liked me too. We hung out regularly. By my third year in school, we officially started dating. He graduated some months after we started our relationship, and it was at his graduation party that his mum figured out we were dating. 

    His mum had brought coolers of party rice — normal for university graduation ceremonies — and I was running up and down helping to share the rice and take pictures. She knew me, of course. But she realised my running up and down was more than friendship. She called Yinka that night to ask if we were dating, and he said yes. Her response was, “Omo Igbo? Why?” I’m not even Igbo, but I guess it means we’re all the same to her.

    Yinka thought she was joking and laughed it off. She also didn’t pursue the issue. I guess she thought it was just a fling. But she realised he was serious when he took me to visit her “officially” a year later in 2011. That’s when the problem started.

    The thing is, Yinka is the last born of five children. Plus, he’s the only boy and his dad died when he was a baby. His mum had it tough raising them, and for some reason, she thought his marrying from another tribe — specifically Igbo — meant she wouldn’t “eat the fruits of her labours”. According to her, Igbo women only know how to eat their husband’s money, lack respect and also won’t let the man’s family come close. 

    Of course, I didn’t know these were her reasons then. I know now because I’ve heard it repeated to me several times.

    She had a bold frown on her face all through that first visit. This was the same person who used to dash me money as a teenager. After Yinka and I left, she called him on the phone and told him to end the relationship. He told me about it, and I innocently thought I just needed to show her how hardworking I was.

    I decided I’d start visiting her every weekend to help her out with chores. The second time I visited, she asked me if I didn’t have anything to do for my mother at my own house. No one had to tell me to stop going. 

    His sisters also snubbed all my attempts to be close to them. I’d call, send birthday text messages and even visit to help out during major events, but it was obvious they didn’t like me. Even then, I didn’t think the disapproval was serious. My parents liked Yinka and our mums still talked.


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    In 2013, Yinka proposed. 

    The night of the proposal, his mum called mine and told her there was no way the marriage would happen. It turned into a shouting match, and my mum called me that same night to return the ring. That night was so dramatic. How many women have you heard say they cried all through on the day of their proposal?

    Yinka had to take the issue to his mum’s pastor. The man spoke to her and told us to go ahead with the wedding planning. Yinka’s mum respected her pastor and kept quiet. My parents were another matter. They didn’t understand why I wanted to die there when the man’s family didn’t want me.

    In the end, the wedding happened because I got pregnant. Me, my mum and husband, kept it from my dad because he would’ve never allowed the wedding to happen. 

    My husband’s immediate family didn’t attend the traditional wedding in my village. It was his uncle and some people from church who attended. On the white wedding day, my mother-in-law brought her own live band and divided the reception hall into two. Our DJ was playing music on one side, and her live band was playing on the other side. The DJ had to just take the cue and stop the music. Yinka’s sisters and mum also refused to dance with us when it was time for the husband’s family to dance with the couple. Instead, they went to dance in front of the live band as their friends sprayed them with money. 

    Yinka just kept telling me to “calm down. They’ve done their worst.”

    I should thank my in-laws for drawing me closer to God because these people started attacking me two days after the wedding. I had a dream where one of Yinka’s sisters hit me with a cane. I woke up with a stomach ache and had a miscarriage three days later. 

    I thought it was a coincidence, but I had three more miscarriages over the next three years, and they always happened after a dream where I’d see someone in Yinka’s family. When I noticed the pattern after the third miscarriage, I told my mum and we started visiting pastors and attending prayers. I prayed o. Almost every weekend, I was at one church or the other for a vigil or deliverance session.

    I have two children now, and both times, I fasted almost all through the first three months of pregnancy. I also didn’t tell Yinka until the third month because I didn’t want him to tell his family. He didn’t even know the spiritual battle I was facing. I only told him about the first dream. His response was, “Are you saying my sister is a witch?” So, I just focused on winning the battle in prayers. 

    I still see his family members in my dreams sometimes, but I always give it to them hot hot. I don’t joke with my prayers. 

    We moved to a different state in 2019 and now only see them during family occasions where they give me weird looks and taunting words. Me, I just mind myself. 

    I also don’t report them to my husband because what use is it if he starts fighting with his family? Won’t that prove their reason for hating me in the first place?

    I wonder about the reason for all the attacks and hate. It’s not like Yinka is one millionaire. He’s just a civil servant, and I contribute equally to the home’s expenses. Sometimes, I even convince him to send them money so it wouldn’t be like I’m the only one “eating his money”. But I guess you can do no good in the eyes of people who are already determined to hate you. 

    *Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity.


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  • Love Life: My Parents Don’t Know She Has HIV

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Ben: We met at work in 2012. I immediately liked her the first time I saw her at the office reception, but when I asked her out, she insisted she didn’t date colleagues. As soon as she left the job the next year, I called her and asked her out again. 

    She said no straight up.

    Debby: I wasn’t dating at the time. I was 23. I kept to myself a lot, focusing on my work and career. 

    I’d also recently found out I was HIV positive, so I didn’t know how to go about having that conversation with potential boyfriends. I just kept off.

    Wow. How did you convince her to give you a chance, Ben?

    Ben: I just kept calling her over some months, and we became friends.

    Debby: We talked about old office gist until that faded when most of the people I knew had left. Then he’d call to check on me once in a while.

    Ben: She refused to let me in, so I tried to date other people. I was with another girl for about four months. It didn’t work out. Sometime after that break-up, I saw a video she posted with her friends on Facebook. They were at a birthday party. I swear I watched the short video of her laughing and dancing like 30 times. I don’t even know what I was looking for. 

    Love?

    Ben: Funny.

    Finally, I called her the next day. I planned out exactly how I’d get her to meet me. At this point, I’d noticed she only wanted to talk about work-related things, so I invited her to a career development fair a popular company was hosting at the Federal Palace Hotel.

    Debby: I actually told him I wasn’t going but changed my mind last minute. I was just bored on the day of the event.

    Ben: We bonded well, so I thought I’d made progress in my quest to date her. But once we went our separate ways that day, she stopped taking my calls.

    Why, Debby?

    Debby: I knew he liked me and just wasn’t ready for that.

    Ben: I sent her a lot of text messages until I realised I was beginning to look like a creep, so I gave her space for about two months. 

    One random day, she texted, “Hi”. I remember smiling so wide when I saw the message pop up on my phone. I expected myself to roll my eyes or hiss. She left me on “read” for two months. But there I was.

    Debby: I was lonely. Even though I didn’t reply to all those messages, I’d scroll through them on random days, reading them at a go. Sometimes, I’d cry a little because of how sweet his messages were. 

    Aww. Do you mind sharing your HIV story?

    Debby: When I was younger, I always imagined I’d tell anyone who had to know that I contracted it through an infected needle or negligent hospital. But the few people I’ve told, I’ve told them the truth. 

    It was through unprotected sex with a neighbour while I was in uni in 2010. I thought all I needed was Postinor after and I’d be fine. We did it a couple of times before I even found out.

    Ben: After weeks of talking and texting, she told me about it. I was just weak and in denial for a while. She told me she was HIV positive and my response was, “Are you sure?” She tried to explain that she’d gotten the diagnosis and had been on medications for over four years, and I was still like, “But did you get a second opinion? Did you do multiple tests in different hospitals?” I feel so ashamed now.

    Did these responses rub you the wrong way, Debby?

    Debby: They were annoying, but I was also happy his caring voice didn’t change or go cold, or that he didn’t just make an excuse to end the call. Which is what I expected to happen.

    Ben: I won’t lie. I slowed down on trying to date her after that. I started thinking and overthinking. How can someone so beautiful and smart get HIV? Then I’d feel guilty for thinking stuff like that. Mehn, I was a mess for a while.

    Debby: I fully expected him not to call me ever again. So when he didn’t call for some days, I was sad but fine. 

    Then one day, he started texting me “Good morning angel” every morning. He didn’t do more than that for several weeks, but that small thing always made me feel seen.

    How did things move to the next level?

    Ben: I was confused for a while until I moved on with someone else. We dated for like 11 months.

    Debby: I met other people too, but I never even felt comfortable enough to tell them what’s up. Most of them weren’t patient once I wasn’t eager to come hang out with them and all. 

    In the meantime, I tried to stay healthy, and my doctor also counselled me that I didn’t have to be single for life because of it. He’d give me these pamphlets to read, at least four every time I visited. I always read them out of curiosity but never really felt I’d apply them.

    Ben: After this relationship didn’t work out, I started thinking about her more. While I was dating, I kept up our texts and occasional calls. I always wanted to make sure she was alright, constantly worried that something bad would happen and I’d be the last to hear about it because I wasn’t really in her life. I hadn’t even met any of her friends talk less of family at this point.

    One day, I googled “Is it safe to date someone with HIV?” Even as I typed the words in, I felt ashamed. I could imagine her watching me do it and getting offended. I closed the page almost immediately. I called her up some days later and asked if she’d like to meet up for drinks. This was in 2015.

    Did you meet up for drinks?

    Ben: We did. For the first few hours, we ate and drank and gisted. I told her I’d broken up with my girlfriend. After that, I scaredly told her I still wanted to date her. It’d been so long since we talked about dating. 

    Debby: I told him he was crazy. Had he spoken with anyone? No one would let him date me.

    Ben: I hadn’t told a soul that she has the virus. Till today, none of my family or friends know. Only her parents know, actually. I’m glad we did it that way to avoid unnecessary drama.

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    Has keeping this a secret from them been hard?

    Ben: Surprisingly, no. 

    My parents told me the day before my wedding that what goes on in my marriage shouldn’t be shared with outsiders anyhow, not even them. I’m taking their advice.

    Debby: It’s such a private information. I’m glad it was his idea to keep it from them so I wouldn’t have had to make such a deep request. This really deepened our bond actually. 

    It’s also not something that ever comes up, like, “What’s your HIV status?” Once we made the decision not to tell anyone who didn’t already know, e.g., my parents, we just forgot about it.

    Ben: Maybe it helps that I’ve never been that close to my parents and siblings. We’re not a close-knit family, and I know they wouldn’t be understanding.

    Right. So how did that dating conversation end?

    Debby: I didn’t think he understood what he was talking about, so I rudely called a cab and started leaving.

    Ben: Before she left, I told her all she had to do was educate me on the risks. I needed to know the risks so I could decide if I could take them. That’s how later that week, she sent a dispatch to me with a whole bunch of pamphlets.

    Debby: I sent them to discourage him, so he could stop raising my hopes. But I spoke with my mum about it, and she said it was the best I could’ve done. My mum was my rock during the period right after my diagnosis. She judged and shamed me at first. But I don’t know what happened, after some days, she switched and became more understanding.

    Ben: I read the papers and understood that it was 100% possible to have a relationship without me getting the virus or her passing it on to our kids. That’s all I needed to know. I was still scared about dating her, but I had a little hope that it could be something beautiful. 

    It wasn’t something I jumped into. I thought about it for days and days, but I didn’t tell anybody. I knew if I did, I’d wake up from my romantic dreams.

    When did you finally know you had to dive in?

    Ben: March 23, 2016. It was a Wednesday. I was at work, and I saw someone who looked just like her walk past the building. I immediately took out my phone and called her. She wasn’t the one, but she was in such a good mood when she picked up. That’s how we ended up speaking for more than 30 minutes while I was on duty. 

    Debby: We spoke about me being on leave and just lying in bed listening to music. I had a trip the next day because a close cousin of mine was getting married. We talked about travelling by road, the latest update on the expressways, everything and nothing really.

    Ben: It was during this call I knew I loved her. I wanted to disappear and appear with her in her room on her bed. 

    That night, I called her again and said I wanted to be her boyfriend and future husband. I wanted to take care of her forever. Just listening to her gentle voice talking for hours made me weak. I was far gone.

    How did she take your proclamation of love?

    Debby: I cried and cried and that’s how the call ended. The next day, he was at my house seeing me and my family off.

    Ben: When she was gone, we spoke over the phone throughout. I tried to get her to talk to me about what life’s like for her, the medication she takes and all that.

    Debby: One thing I loved was that he never once asked me how I contracted it. That made me feel safe and unjudged. 

    When I returned home, we started attending some of my counselling and treatment sessions together.

    Ben: You’d be incredibly surprised by the number of Nigerians who have this virus. It’s way more common than you think. God help those who are still having unprotected sex in this day and age.

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    Right? But did it ever get hard, dating as a mixed-status couple?

    Debby: I noticed we weren’t as free with simple things like hugging and kissing as we probably would’ve been if I didn’t have HIV — mostly my fault. I didn’t want to endanger him in any way, even though I knew hugging wouldn’t hurt. I guess I was still healing from my last intimate relationship causing the problem in the first place.

    Ben: Our first year together was all about talking and spending quality time with each other. Dates, remembering each other on special days and lots of gifting. It took that long for us to trust each other enough to kiss. But it honestly didn’t feel like it.

    What are some precautions you’ve had to take to stay safe?

    Ben: First and foremost, condoms are a must. I also got on PrEP sometime in 2018. That’s pretty much it. She takes her own daily drugs, so we’re good. The only thing is these drugs aren’t cheap AT ALL, especially with the crazy inflation, but God is helping us.

    Debby: We have to plan the costs as we’re taking money aside for rent. That’s how we manage it.

    Anyway, it was a long journey to unlearning all the fears in our heads. I wasn’t willing to try anything too out of the box when it came to sex because my greatest fear was always that I’d infect him. I wanted to avoid that at all costs. That affected our sex life, especially after we got married.

    Ben: She’s undetectable now, so we’re very relaxed these days. Oral sex is on the table. But we’ve decided to stick to condoms.

    What was the journey to getting married like?

    Ben: Remember that I’d already technically proposed when I asked her to be my girlfriend? So even though she tried to joke about it that time, we always had conversations with our eventual marriage as the bottom line. 

    Debby: It happened so naturally. It really did feel like our dating period was just our pre-wedding period. I think we were just trying to be settled on how the virus would affect our lives together and how well we could afford, financially, to be married. 

    So it was three years of getting comfortable with each other, understanding my condition and working hard at our jobs.

    Ben: October 2019, I bought a ring and proposed. We had our wedding right before the pandemic, in January 2020.

    Were there new struggles that came with marriage?

    Debby: It was tough wanting to make out all the time during the lockdown while staying safe. That was stressful but in a funny and cute way.

    Ben: The lockdown actually helped us ease up at first. Then we let the fear get into our heads again soon after. In this stage of our marriage, we made up for our loss of intimacy with a lot of conversation and constant cuddling. For a long time, we’d just skip foreplay and go right to sex.

    Debby: After we had our baby in 2022, our sex life got much better.

    In what ways?

    Debby: For one thing, I was much hornier, which came as a shock to both of us.

    Ben: Yeah. And something about increasing our family made us feel more connected, I think.

    Debby: I get what you mean. Like emotionally. Also, we’ve spent so much time together just taking care of Baby G that we feel like such a team. I’m not sure how that translates into a deeper connection in bed, but it so does. 

    Maybe fellow new parents would understand.

    What was conceiving like with compulsory condoms, though?

    Ben: It’s not cute at all, but we use a syringe.

    Debby: It’s called insemination

    When we realised we wanted to start making a family but we’d not talked much about how that would happen, we went to my doctor, and he guided us through insemination during my ovulations. We started doing it ourselves at home after the first two months — you just ejaculate into a big needle-less syringe then inject it into the vagina. 

    It took a couple of tries before I conceived, but it was an exciting time.

    Ben: Now, because she has an undetectable viral load, we might not need to do that anymore. We’re still talking about it sha.

    Neat. What was your first major fight about?

    Debby: Hmm. That was during our eternal talking period. 

    I think he said I was just being stubborn. It was over the phone. I was so upset he tried to make me sound frivolous because I didn’t want to give him a chance for no reason. Meanwhile, I was dying in silence trying to deal with this new, permanent, negative development in my life. I screamed at him, cut the call and ignored him for about a week. I don’t think you could block people at that time.

    Ben: That reaction makes so much sense now. I didn’t know she was going through things. I was young. 

    After she screamed and cut the call, I was like, “This girl is so rude and spoilt.” I feel so ashamed now. I was so sure I wouldn’t talk to her again. But some days later, I was still thinking about her. I was curious why she was so angry because of one offhand statement. She didn’t seem like someone who’d have a temper.

    Debby: He started texting me after like two days, and I was like, “Can’t this one just give up?” He was so stressful, honestly. 

    But I realise now that he’s just an earnest person who knows what he wants and goes after it. He’s like that with everything in his life, and he’s taught me to be like that too.

    How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Ben: 10. I’m glad I took a chance with us even though it seemed so impossible at the time.

    Debby: 10. I’m glad I opened my heart to you. It’s been so many ups and downs, but you’ve been such a good partner in crime. Thank you so much.

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  • Love Life: We’ve Stayed Married Through 36 Years and Bankruptcy

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your first memory of each other?

    Nan: At a campus event back in the University of Ibadan in 1986. 

    I was in my final year studying economics. It was a public lecture, and she was leaving early when we crossed paths outside the hall. I said hello to her just as I did to some other students, but something about her made me want to ask her name. It was such a fleeting encounter.

    Ruth: I told him my name, and he smiled so wide; his late mum’s name was Ruth. It was an interesting coincidence. We parted ways, and he promised to come look for me in my dorm. 

    I soon forgot about him, and the semester passed without us seeing each other again.

    How did you reconnect?

    Ruth: Another coincidence. 

    When I returned to school, my new roommate happened to be his sister. I guess it was meant to be. I followed her to visit this brother of hers about a week after we resumed, and there he was. 

    Nan: She didn’t even recognise me at first. I saw her at my door and called her name. That’s when she remembered and smiled. I apologised for not looking for her as I’d promised. The visit suddenly became between me and her instead of me and my sister. 

    We talked and talked, and after that, I started going to their hall for weekly visits.

    I imagine that at this point you already knew you liked each other

    Nan: Yes. There was something about how confidently she spoke. She reminded me of my mother, besides them sharing names. My late mother was a very formidable woman in her time.

    Ruth: I liked that he gave me so much attention. He was also calm and smart. Back then, he ran a small poultry business that was earning him cool cash, so I felt confident to get into a relationship with him. He seemed responsible.

    What was the relationship like as undergrads back then?

    Ruth: Not much different from nowadays. 

    We went out on dates, attended many parties together, and when we got back from school, he’d call on me at home. But we didn’t stay in the same city, so he did that only once in a while. I was always excited to see him.

    Nan: We were always together once lecture hours ended. We didn’t have the luxury of calling or texting. Once we weren’t together, we wouldn’t hear from each other till the next time, so I was always looking to meet up with her again.

    I was graduating at the end of that session, so as that time came, we got a lot more serious about the end goal of our relationship. 

    Ruth: It’s so long ago, but I remember that we were so in love. You couldn’t tell us anything about heartbreak or how we were still in the honeymoon stage and all that. You would’ve started avoiding me if we were friends then. All I talked about was him. My friends were supportive, though. They all loved him.

    Did his graduation change any of that?

    Ruth: In some ways, yes. Although this wouldn’t have been my response at the time.

    Nan: After the ceremony, I decided I wanted us to get married immediately, so I planned to come with my kinsmen to visit her father as soon as I got home. Not up to a month later, we arrived at her father’s duplex then in Zaria. 

    We got married some five months later, and she left school so we could start housekeeping right away.

    Why did you decide to leave school, Ruth?

    Ruth: I was in love and ready to start the family. I thought I didn’t need a degree. I don’t know why. So many women were getting married and returning to complete their degrees. But everyone was supportive of it. We already planned that I’d open a store, and I did. 

    We were very comfortable for a while, and I didn’t regret that decision. I got a couple of computer certifications later on.

    Nan: I wanted her to be able to stay home and enjoy birthing and nurturing our family without the pressures of work. I was also comfortable enough then to make that decision because of my business, help from both our parents, and I also entered civil service some months into our marriage.

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    What was marriage like after an almost whirlwind romance?

    Nan: Things went smoothly for years. 

    Ruth: We continued spending all our time together whenever we could. When he was at work, I managed our small grocery store which we merged with the sales side of his poultry business. When he was home, he came to the store and we talked and made plans then went home together. 

    We had our first two children in ‘88 and ‘89.

    Nan: Parenthood was a wake-up call for us. I think once the children became one and two years old, we realised that life isn’t beans. Money started finishing anyhow. There was always something basic to buy.

    Ruth: Emotions started running high out of stress to make money and have time for all the children’s needs. He had to find supplementary sources of income which meant travelling a lot at some point. I suddenly felt left on my own to take care of two young children. They didn’t have to tell me twice to adopt family planning.

    How did you navigate this stage after just two years of marriage?

    Ruth: With a lot of tears, but also love. It didn’t feel too unbearable because we still cared deeply for each other and the life we were trying to build. Luckily, I had my mum come to help for several months. And money was coming in, so it wasn’t too bad.

    Nan: There was so much pressure on me as the breadwinner. I wanted to be more present to support her at home, but I knew where my responsibilities lay. The only thing we got wrong was not communicating more to make sure our connection was still there. 

    Again, I envy this generation where we can just pick up our phones to call when we’re out of sight for too long.

    Ruth: I felt he was using the fact that he needed to go out to make money to stay away from home as much as possible. He could go weeks on a business trip, and I’d just be left wondering what exactly he was doing. But he’d always wire money to us every week.

    Did things ever get better?

    Ruth: Yes, after about two years, things settled. 

    He’d been able to establish a cocoa distribution business, so in 1992, we relocated to Ikom, Cross River, fully. I had our lastborn in 1993, and things were good. I had to close my shop for us to relocate, and he lost his poultry somewhere along the way. 

    Nan: But I’d also gotten high up in civil service, so things were great.

    Ruth: We had peace for up to ten years until 2001 when everything crashed.

    What happened?

    Nan: My cocoa business went bad. I lost a large consignment after a bad deal and had to use most of my revenue to pay off loans. It was a very tough time for us. The kids were in secondary school and fees weren’t cheap even then. Luckily, our house was rented for us by the federal government. 

    Ruth: We lived in a nice house and estate but ate hand to mouth for months. 

    Nan: We had to go back to the drawing board, so I came up with the plan to use a large chunk of our savings to go into oil and gas. We had to buy two tankers, employ drivers and pay for parking at a trailer park daily. 

    Ruth: I actually advised against it because I felt he didn’t know enough about the industry to get into it.

    Oh no

    Nan: I consulted with someone who was running the business successfully, and we thought we had all the right information to hit the ground running. But it was one issue after the other: policies changed every other month, there was always some official or officer to bribe, and you never knew what your drivers were doing with your tankers once they crossed the expressway. 

    Ruth: Long story short, we lost the two tankers and ended up in a long court case over illegal interstate distribution over something one of the drivers did behind his back. All our money and investment was gone in less than a year. We’ve still not sighted those tankers till today.

    It was a brutal stage in our life. Not only was it jarring to lose so much money in only a couple of years, but our standard of living changed greatly. We only had one source of income: his civil service job.

    Nan: It took us years to cover our debts and get reasonable savings.

    How did this affect your relationship?

    Ruth: We were two angry adults for a long time. Although, we weren’t necessarily angry with each other. There was a lot of quiet in the house for years, and more tears.

    Nan: I blamed myself for how things turned out for our family, so I kept to myself mostly. I cut off most of our friends and focused on going to work and coming back. Ruth was always at church so the divide just widened.

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    Have you had a major fight in your years together?

    Nan: Oh countless times. We fought during those early years when I used to travel a lot. We fought when I asked that we move our lives to Ikom.

    Ruth: I didn’t know anyone there and had never even been to Cross River before. Besides, it was never part of the plan when we first got married. I refused to pack, but he had to bring our families into it, and I had to consider that we needed to move to where he could make more money.

    Nan: We fought after the fuel business went under. I realised I should’ve been more transparent with her about the running of the business. I should’ve listened to her input. It was a tough time indeed.

    How did you recover from it?

    Ruth: We’ve simply coasted through since then. Nan focused on work rather than business. I’ve done some buying and selling over the years, mostly fabric and clothes. But mostly, I ran the home until he retired and the children moved out one by one.

    Nan: Now, we survive on returns from investments I made over the last decade. Properties, dividend-paying stocks and our children’s goodwill, haha.

    Ruth: We also bought land right after his retirement in 2022, and started building small small. We’ll move into the BQ later this year. 

    What’s kept us sane is always sharing our plans with each other just to soundboard if nothing else. We’ve also not gone into many high-risk investments, but I think we’ve tried.

    Nan: Yes, we took a lot of risk in our time and made the most of it.

    What do you think has kept you together for so long considering the ups and downs?

    Nan: We decided in 1987 to do this life together. If one can’t keep that most special vow, why should anyone trust us with anything else? It’s been a decision every step of the way, that we’re a team and we have no choice but to carry each other along.

    Ruth: What you just said, I think that’s it. We’ve learnt to consciously carry each other long no matter what. Whether it’s a win or lose, we regard it as ours, never his or mine. Especially after what happened in 2001, it tore us apart but also drew us close. A lot of the decisions he made then, he made alone. We’ve learnt to be more accountable to each other since.

    Nan: Maybe it’s also our upbringing. We were taught that it was till death do us part. 

    Ruth: Just because that initial passion and romance fade doesn’t mean everything else that’s great about marriage — companionship, duty, faith — means nothing.

    Nan: But if it wasn’t ingrained in us by society to value these things, maybe we’d have divorced by now. There were certainly many opportunities for us to do so.

    So on a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your Love Life?

    Nan: 10. It’s not perfect, but it’s ours, and we’ll value it like it’s gold.

    Ruth: So well said. I’ll say 10 too.

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  • I Ruined My Romantic Relationship With My Best Friend

    I was looking to speak with people who transitioned from the bestie to lover tag when I found Segun*.

    He talks about dating his childhood friend and how his insecurities around success sabotaged the relationship.

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    As Told To Adeyinka

    I was in primary 6 the first time I realised my feelings for my friend Shade weren’t just platonic.

    We were 8 years old and lived on the same estate. After school, we’d join other kids to play until our parents returned from work. We acted out a drama during one of these playdates. I can’t recall the details, but I remember we planned a pretend wedding party. Shade and I were cast as the groom and bride, and I was excited as the other kids cheered us on.

    Shade wore my white jalabiya as we couldn’t find a real wedding gown, and I wore a black shirt and trousers. Her hair was adorned with yellow and red flowers we plucked from a tree, and we used the same flowers for her bouquet.

    As we walked around the estate holding hands, the other kids sang “Here comes the bride.” It felt like a scene straight out of a movie.

    Although the older folks in the estate laughed it off as childish play, it felt real to me. Later that night, as I prayed, I asked God to make the wedding a reality in the future.

    When I was 11 years old, Shade’s family moved from the estate to their house in Ikorodu. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say goodbye.  I was on holiday at my cousin’s when they moved. When my mum shared the news, I sulked the entire day. She comforted me, assuring me that we would visit them soon, but I didn’t believe her. Weeks turned into months, and months into years, and soon, I forgot all about Shade.

    Fast forward to 2009, social media had become a thing. While filling out my JAMB registration form one day, I logged into my Facebook account and found a friend request from Shade. Although I didn’t recognise the profile picture, the lady looked pretty, so I accepted the request. Almost immediately, she flooded my inbox with messages, and the memories of our childhood rushed back. It was my Shade.

    She texted me as though we’d seen each other just days ago, and it was hard to keep up because I couldn’t remember some of the things she referenced. But Shade was back in my life.

    Shade had a small phone, but I didn’t, so Facebook was our only means of communication. I’d save up my pocket money to buy hours at the cybercafe, and we’d end our chat by scheduling our next online meeting. We lived in different areas— Surulere and Ikorodu—so we couldn’t plan a physical meetup due to the distance.

    As time went on, I learned that she was also trying for uni. Her parents wanted her to stay in Lagos, so it was UNILAG for her. Meanwhile, I was headed to UNILORIN. In all of these, we didn’t discuss relationships much. We’d make random comments about boys and girls, but that was it. We were just really good friends.

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    Our other mutual friends also knew because we were constantly tagging each other on our Facebook walls. I’m not sure if “bestie” was a slang back then, but I guess you could say we were best friends.

    A year after our reunion, she gained admission into UNILAG and I didn’t, which was tough for me. I’d heard stories about how wild UNILAG was and how it changed people. Suddenly, I feared I might lose her, and I didn’t want that to happen. So, I started telling her more about the fake wedding we had as kids and how I prayed about it, hinting that we should be partners. She’d laugh it off, saying she didn’t want to be distracted by a relationship until she was done with uni.

    My fear of losing her to UNILAG didn’t let me back down, though. I was on her case, trying to make her see reason with me. I told her I could wait until we were married if it was about sex, and I assured her there wouldn’t be any distractions since we barely saw each other. Deep down, I just wanted the friend tag to change to boyfriend. I thought it gave a sense of permanency and commitment. Slowly but reluctantly, she agreed.

    It was both of our first relationships, so things went smoothly in the first few months. The boyfriend and girlfriend tag gave me assurance that I wasn’t losing her to UNILAG. Yes, she made new friends, but I was the one receiving “I love you” messages, listening to her rants, and being her confidant.

    Our bond grew stronger, and it felt like the childhood wedding might actually happen. Since UNILAG was closer to me than Ikorodu, I visited her at least twice a month.

    I also managed to convince my parents to let me choose UNILAG for my next JAMB attempt. It wasn’t easy, but they agreed. Shade and I were thrilled about the prospect of studying in the same school, graduating almost at the same time, and potentially serving in the same state for NYSC.

    Out of the blue, things took a sour turn. It started when I didn’t get admission into UNILAG. My dad didn’t take it well because he wasn’t on board with the UNILAG plan, and my mum was disappointed because it meant another year of explaining to friends, relatives, and neighbours why I wasn’t in uni yet. Shade, on the other hand, was full of enthusiasm and shared stories of people who tried for up to three years before they got into the school. If her words and care were meant to comfort me, they didn’t. I wanted to know why I didn’t have her luck, why I had to try more than once, and why things weren’t working out for me.

    Soon, I stopped visiting her in school. It was embarrassing to constantly tell her friends that I was still seeking admission or hanging around when she was having classes. Our communication also lost the spark that had carried us through the years. I wasn’t as excited to text back when I got her messages, and when we spoke on the phone, I gave tepid, one-word responses. I was angry at her, but I couldn’t pinpoint the reason why. If she sensed a change in me, she didn’t act on it. She’d still send “I love you” messages, ask me to come visit, and send random pictures of herself in school.

    One day, I logged into Facebook and saw a photo of her with another guy inside a car. He had the trending “Ama Kip Kip” shirt on, and I could tell he was from a wealthy family. I was livid and left a long and nasty comment on the picture, unfriended her, blocked her number. 

    In my head, that was the end of the relationship. I didn’t bother to reach out for the next few weeks. I ignored messages she sent from different numbers as I fell into a depressive state. Everything happening all at once: no admission, my dad nagging about choosing UNILAG, endless errands for my mum, my friends from secondary school sharing pictures from their respective universities, and my girlfriend leaving me for a richer UNILAG dude.

    On one of the days I felt alive, I called Shade, but she didn’t pick up. For some reason, the anger erupted in me again. When she called and texted back, I ignored her, and I didn’t reach out to her for months. I knew the relationship was over. In my head, she had better options in UNILAG.

    In 2013, I finally got into a university in Osun state. It still ranks as one of the happiest moments in my life. I was over the moon and shared the news with everyone. But even then, it felt like my joy was incomplete because I hadn’t told the one person I really wanted to share the news with. I sent a request on Facebook, sent text messages, and tried to reach her through some of our mutual friends, but it all proved abortive.

    A few weeks after I started my degree programme, I got the rudest shock of my life: Shade had dropped out of UNILAG and relocated abroad. It was the first time I truly felt heartbroken. Again, I tried to connect with her, but it seemed like she had vanished from the internet. There was no trace of her anywhere. And just like that, we lost contact.

    I still randomly search for her name on social media, but I’ve not gotten any real leads. Once, a private Instagram account popped up during a search, but the user didn’t accept my request.

    I’ve heard so many stories of people who got into romantic relationships with their friends, and it worked out. Some even got married. I think I could have been one of those if I hadn’t let a low moment in life steal my joy.


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  • Why Did I Have Kids? — 7 Nigerians on Deciding to Become Parents

    Children are blessings, or at least what most Nigerians hold on to as a reason to become parents or convince others to tow the parenthood line.

    But why do people really have kids? Do prospective parents stop to consider why they want a child? I spoke to seven Nigerians and they shared how — and why — they decided to become parents.

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    Oyin, 28

    I have kids because I love babies. It’s a weird reason, but I just love cuddling babies and inhaling their scent. 

    When I first got married, my husband and I agreed to wait a year before having kids so we’d get to know each other better. But I started getting baby fever after the first few months and “accidentally” got pregnant. I wasn’t prepared for how fast babies grow out of the cute infant stage and start scattering your house, though. 

    Baby fever hit again when my child was one year old, and I got pregnant again. Just like the last time, I loved the baby stage but I’ve realised it’s just a small reward for the years and years of raising them — which isn’t easy at all. I don’t know if I want to try for another one again.

    Sola*, 25

    I’m a single mum of a five-year-old. My baby daddy wanted me to get an abortion, and I refused. I was in uni when I got pregnant and wasn’t ready for a child, but killing an innocent child is a sin I didn’t want to add to my list of errors.

    I love my son, but I sometimes wish I didn’t have him so early. I’ve lost jobs because he was always falling sick as a toddler and we were in and out of hospitals. It’s also tough providing for him without help. I feel like I’d have been able to achieve more and even give him more things if I’d done the right thing at the right time.

    Samuel, 31

    Having children was the logical next step after marriage. My wife and I didn’t discuss whether we wanted children or not; we just discussed how many we wanted to have, and we landed on three kids. 

    It was after we had our first baby two years ago that I actually started to think about why we even decided on three. We can have one more to give our child a sibling, but that’ll be it. I love children, but they’re stressful and expensive. There’s honestly no need to amass them like property. 

    Tunde, 29

    I believe children are a commandment from God. The Bible says we should “go forth and multiply”, so I’ve always wanted a large family. Maybe it’s also because I was an only child. I only have one kid now, but my wife and I plan to have at least five. The only thing that might reduce that number is this economy. 

    Loveth*, 36

    I haven’t really thought about why I have kids. I’m a Nigerian woman; having children has been like a given since I was a child myself. All I knew was that pregnancy before marriage was a big no. After marriage? Start pushing them out. I guess I just did that. I got married in 2009 and I have three kids. They’re all I know, and I love them.

    Christy*, 28

    I’ve always loved children. But it’s not just wanting to have one for the sake of it. I think it’s important to guide the next generation on the right path and children are the best way to do that. If more parents trained their children well, we wouldn’t have so many evil people today. 

    And it doesn’t even have to be your biological children. I have only one child and I intend to adopt more rather than go through pregnancy again. There are more than enough kids on earth already who need guidance.

    Kunle*, 38

    I think children are what makes a family a family. So, after marriage, the next thing was obviously children. My wife and I dealt with infertility for a while, but deciding to go without kids just wasn’t an option. It took six years after marriage, but we’re a proper family now.

    *Some names have been changed for anonymity.


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  • Love Life: I Had a Crush on My Customer

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other? 

    Segun: A friend who had bought a cake parfait from Anu referred her to me in 2021. The first time I made an order, I went to pick up cake parfaits at her house.

    Anu: I could’ve sent them through a dispatch rider, but he said he didn’t want that. I was confused, but what’s my own? I told him he could come get his order. 

    Wait, why?

    Segun: She lives really close to me, so paying extra for delivery didn’t make any sense. I could just drive down to her place to pick it up, so I did.

    What was the first meeting like?

    Segun: She had so much energy. There was this cute way she did her thing. She gave me the parfait and told me to come again. 

    I continued going there to pick up my cake parfaits.

    Anu:  Can I say my own?

    Segun: Oya.

    Anu: I won’t lie. When I saw him, I was shocked. I’d seen his WhatsApp display picture and some pictures on his story and I wasn’t feeling him like that. Then he showed up at my house, and I was like, this man is sexy.

    LOL. Was that when you both started liking each other?

    Segun:  Not really. I loved her cake parfaits and her vibe, so I always patronised her. Then, we started talking outside my orders.

    Anu: I invited him to my church.

    Why?

    Anu: I had a crush on him, and I needed to shoot my shot. So when they told us to invite two or more people to church, I thought, why not?

    Segun: I asked her if I’d find a wife in her church, and she said yes.

    Anu: Did you not find me?

    Segun, did you know about the crush?

    Segun: I had a feeling. She used to look at me really intensely. Like, I would be doing something, turn to her and find her looking at me. She didn’t admit it at first, but she was always inviting me to do things with her. I just had a feeling.

    Anu:  It’s not like I had a choice. Look at him. He’s a very fine man. And when we started talking, we found out that we had the same dreams and goals. That sealed it. I fell flat on the ground.

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    Segun, when did you fall for her?

    Segun: After our first date. That was when I realised I had started liking her.

    Anu: Oh yes, that’s when I realised it too. He was driving, and I couldn’t stop staring at him. He kept going on about how happy he was. 

    He’s very shy, and I’d never seen him express himself like that. That’s when I really thought this man might like me, and my crush might be more than a crush.

    Okay, you have to tell me about this date.

    Anu: He asked me out on a movie date, so we went to Maryland Mall. 

    Segun: It didn’t start well.

    Anu: Nigeria was happening that day, so the cinema didn’t have electricity for a while. We had to sit somewhere, eat small chops and wait for the light to be restored. When it finally came back on,  we went in to watch the movie. I was so shy. 

    Segun: You were?

    Anu: I had to go to the bathroom at some point because I forgot how to breathe. When I got back, I just kept staring at him.

    Segun: I would look at her to find her looking at me.

    Seems like it was a great first date.

    Anu: The best. I didn’t even want to go home.

    Segun: It was fun. I already liked her before the date, so I was just happy we had that much fun and I could just be myself around her. Later that night, I told her about my YouTube channel. I wanted her to make videos with me because she had a lot of energy.

    Anu: I agreed, shared the channel’s link and in five months we went from 84 to 1,000 subscribers.

    That’s insane.

    Segun: I was surprised when we got to 1,000 subscribers..

    Anu: He had mentioned earlier that he preferred actions to words, and I was down to show him I cared through my actions. It’s why I was so determined to grow the YouTube channel.

    Is this what Anu meant by similar dreams and goals?

    Segun: Yes. It’s mostly content creation. She’s a content creator, and I’d just started creating reaction videos on YouTube when we started talking. I also wanted to switch to doing content with my partner.

    Anu: And that’s where I came in.

    Segun: We’re also business people. Well, kind of.

    Anu: I’m the more business-inclined person, sha.

    Segun: She really is. I’d always wanted to start some type of business, but I wasn’t getting things right. Honestly, we wanted a lot of similar things.

    Are you going to share these business interests?

    Segun: No.

    Anu: Nope.

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    Fair enough. What about how you both help each other’s businesses?

    Segun: She helps me create content for my shirt brand and manages my business’ social media accounts. 

    Anu: He’s sometimes busy with work, so I post on the page, reply to customers, collect money, and revert to him. In turn, he helps me make videos for my business. He’s a great cinematographer and video editor, so he takes the videos and edit them too. 

    Last Saturday, he followed me to a trade fair and shot videos I could use to create content and post on my page.

    Aww, that’s so sweet. What’s your favourite thing about your relationship?

    Anu: It’s the fact that it’s him. I’m in a peaceful relationship with a man who’s very proud of me, shows me off at every chance and has actually shown that he’s interested in me. There are no inconsistencies in the way he loves me, and he always makes time for me. He gets busy with work, but he’ll always take out time to check in and text me.

    Segun: For me, it’s the way we understand and care for each other. She compliments me and carries my matter on her head unprovoked. She’s just always doing the most for me. 

    It’s also the letters.

    Anu: Oh God. 

    What letters?

    Segun: We write letters to appreciate each other, but she does it more, so I’ll randomly get handwritten letters. Last year, I got a letter in my email from the first day of my birth month till my actual birthday. It was really sweet, and I’ll never forget it.

    Best in love and romance!

    Anu: What can I say? I’m a finished woman.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your love life?

    Segun: Let me not do too much, but this is a solid 8.5.

    Anu:  Ahh! I rate it a 10, minus nothing.

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  • I’m Tired of Men Wanting to Date Me Out of Pity

    In this story, Juliet* (31) talks about navigating relationships as a person living with a disability. She shares her past dating experiences and why she’s extra careful about romantic relationships now.

    As told to Boluwatife

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    I’m used to the stares. 

    Everywhere I go, people stop and stare at me. The funniest of the lot are those who think they do a good job of hiding their stares. But I only have polio-induced partial limb paralysis; I’m not blind. I see how they silently gesture to their friends to look at me. 

    Polio hit when I was two, and I’ve been walking with a bad limp since then. It got worse when I got into secondary school. As a teenager, that wasn’t great. As a secondary school student, it was even worse. I was bullied a lot. 

    My nickname in school was “Miss Koi Koi” because of the crutches I used occasionally when I felt more pain than usual from my deformed leg. The crutches gave a “koi” sound  — hence the nickname. 

    I think my classmates were just jealous that the teachers had a soft spot for me, and I never had to participate in the compulsory sports activities every Wednesday.

    I didn’t have a boyfriend until SS 2. Jesse* was one of the few people who were nice to me in class. Interestingly, we only got to know each other after a teacher forced us to share a seat in class. We became friends after I shared my yoghurt with him one time.

    I’m not sure how we started “dating”. Our classmates began calling us husband and wife because we sat together and always talked in class, and we just went with it. I didn’t mind, and I felt like I could finally “belong” with my classmates. School relationships were a thing, and being part of that group made me feel normal.

    We only dated for a term, though. Whatever we had ended after I saw him joking and laughing with one of my bullies and I confronted him about it. It turned into a fight and I can’t forget a line he said: “I’m even pitying you by talking to you and you’re disturbing me”. 

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    It was as if someone poured cold water on me. He wasn’t talking to me because he found me interesting. He was just being a nice guy trying to save me from having no one else to talk to. Our “relationship” ended there, and we found a way to exchange seat partners.

    I still get pity just as much as the stares, and while pity helps when people give up their seats for me on the bus, it doesn’t feel so great in relationships. When I say relationships, I also mean friendships because I’ve only had two other boyfriends in my life. I met most of my long-term friends at a baking school in 2014. They’re good people, but I feel somehow when they don’t invite me out for things because they think I shouldn’t walk too much or when they feel uncomfortable when people stare at me.

    When I met my second boyfriend on Facebook in 2016, I told him about my condition and he seemed fine with it. But he also thought he was doing me a favour by dating me. Anytime we argued, he’d complain about how I didn’t appreciate him being with me and not minding what people might say about my disability. This was someone who didn’t even introduce me to his family or friends. We dated for a year before he went to marry someone from his village.

    I don’t know if I should even call my last partner a “boyfriend”  — we were only together for two weeks in 2018. He was a neighbour, and he started avoiding me after we had sex a couple of times. That was strange because he put so much effort into toasting me, which was why I even agreed to date a neighbour. I think he just wanted to know what sex with a disabled person was like. I really thought he genuinely loved me, and I felt stupid when it ended.

    I’ve been single since then, but it’s not like I don’t get suitors. I’m fairly active on Facebook and men flood my DMs every time I post my pictures or make funny posts about my experiences living with a disability. They say stuff like, they wish they could marry me so I wouldn’t be lonely or that they’re “willing” to give us a chance because I seem interesting. 

    Once, I jokingly talked about some of these DMs on Facebook as well, and people implied I was just being difficult. People seem to think I shouldn’t have a choice just because I’m disabled. They expect that I should be happy some men are even showing interest. But what kind of interest is “I’m willing to give us a chance”? That sounds like they’re trying to save me from a life of loneliness. It’s just pity, and I’m tired of it because I know a day will come when they will rub it in my face.

    I want love, and I hope to get married someday. But I see how men treat able-bodied women every day. How much more will they treat someone they think they’re doing a favour? I’m really scared of that. 

    I feel lonely most times, but maybe that’s better than being with another man who will destroy the small self-esteem I’ve managed to develop.

    *Names have been changed for anonymity.


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  • The Five Stages of a Doomed Talking Stage

    Tiri gbosa for whoever came up with the concept of the talking stage  Apart from the Nigerian government, that sunken place is the only other thing that has succeeded in making my life a semi-living hell.

    From revelling in the late-night phone calls to realising that you’ve wasted your time, energy, and resources on something that’s going nowhere. Nothing is more humbling.

    Here are all five stages of the place where love dies talking stage:

    The meeting

    You meet a random individual on the side of the street, in a bar, on a bus, or while slaving away to capitalism. They smile or make you laugh, and you’re convinced you’ve met the love of your life, the apple of your eyes, and the one you’ll wake up to pound yam for at 4 a.m..

    The actual talking stage

    This is where the talking happens and where the talking stage should naturally end and progress into better, more fruitful endeavours, like the actual relationship. But your village people have seen your happiness in their calabash and they don’t like it. So, after a month of giggling in the middle of the night and taking them with you everywhere via video calls, your feeling grows into something more. Not love nor lust, but a secret third thing.

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    The obsession

    At this point, you’ve spoken to them so many times you hear their voice in your dream. You can even draw their face from memory. More importantly, the little voice in your head that told you they’re your soulmate when you first methas become louder.

    The realisation

    Congratulations, you’ve hit the six-month mark of tomfoolery.Now, you know everything about your partner in iberibeism; their likes and dislikes; their aunty in the village who is always crossing her boundary. But the thing is, you’re beginning to wonder, “What TF are we?”

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    The ghosting

    In true “they can not see me finish fashion”, you start dropping hints and subs for your partner in foolishness to catch. 

    Sadly,this is where the bus comes to a stop and releases both of you from the madness.  One of you will realise that nothing will ever come from this and ghost yourselves. This chapter of your love story has now come to a close. For how long? Only time would tell. 

  • Love Life: We’ve Co-habited, Had a Kid but Still Can’t Commit

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Tunde: A mutual friend introduced us. Not even for a relationship. She felt we’d be good friends because we both loved video games and animation.

    Malobi: She invited us for a small get-together in her house. We started talking, and that was it. Within weeks, we were hanging out a lot and having sex before we ever decided to get committed.

    How did that happen?

    Tunde: Anyone who knows me knows I’m as passionate about games as they get. It’s hard to find someone you can geek out with without limit, even with my fellow gamer guys. 

    She’s just as obsessed as I am, and it felt so good to spend time with her.

    Malobi: The sex just snuck in on us. I honestly can’t even remember how it happened. But it was memorable, so we kept doing it.

    Was it sex that made you realise you liked each other beyond gaming?

    Tunde: It was everything together. 

    Once we started talking about games, strategies, gist from our favourite game companies and popular gamers, and analysing new animations, it transitioned into always looking forward to telling her things in general. Everything from what someone said at the office to what I planned to eat on Sunday. 

    She wouldn’t share as much, but there I was, always telling her everything.

    Malobi: I’m just a more reserved person. I usually don’t even have much to tell. But I always wanted to spend time with him. One day, I realised I always wanted to be in his space. I was in his house and room a lot. 

    Tunde: We went from wrestling over the games and gamepads to sex. We didn’t even say let’s reach second base first. 

    My guys still laugh at me when they hear.

    How did you go from that to a committed relationship?

    Malobi: It took a couple of months. 

    It was one funny Saturday evening. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and my sister was in school. He came by my house — empty-handed, as usual. I was studying for a professional course, so I couldn’t join him in playing COD. We both got hungry, and I pulled him to the kitchen to make jollof pasta and dodo with me. 

    Somewhere in the midst of that, he asked me out.

    Tunde: I loved the feeling of standing with her, frying plantains. 

    Malobi: I said I was okay with it as long as he took me out on actual dates and spent real money on me. Because that’s the real difference between dating and being friends with benefits, isn’t it?

    True. Did things change once you started dating?

    Malobi: Not really. We went out sometimes, but not nearly enough. Like once in months. I didn’t mind at the time because we’re both homebodies.

    Tunde: We also don’t like each other’s outside preferences.

    Explain, please

    Tunde: I’m more of a beer and lounge guy. She likes high-effort places like beaches or restaurants and big events where she’ll stay for an hour and then start saying we should go home. Uber transport wasted just like that?

    Malobi: We like each other a lot better indoors. 

    It didn’t take us a year before we moved in together in 2019. I’ve always been scared of the idea of co-habiting with anyone because I was always annoyed with my parents and siblings growing up, but we’re actually the most perfect roomies.

    Tunde: She doesn’t snore, and we’re the same level of clean, so no one annoys the other. We just get each other’s subtle needs. She’s not a morning person at all. So I don’t go near her until just before we leave for work around 8 a.m.

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    Why did you decide to move in together?

    Tunde: After I moved out of my parents’ house, she got a job closer to my house, and after a while of going from her house to work and then staying over at my place for days, I convinced her to move in.

    Malobi: I spent almost a year moving in. It wasn’t like I went home, packed all my things in boxes, announced my departure to the family and moved. Maybe that’s why my parents allowed me, because they didn’t even know it was happening until it was too late. 

    I didn’t do it on purpose, though; I was just lazy.

    And how has co-habiting affected your relationship?

    Tunde: Apart from easy access, I’m not sure it has much. We get to talk in person anytime we want. We talk about everything and anything. We honestly have the most insane conversations.

    Malobi: We might start a podcast. We keep procrastinating. 

    But also, living together is probably the only reason we haven’t broken up yet.

    Ah. Why?

    Malobi: Sometime around 2021, we stopped being exclusive.

    Tunde: We drifted apart and started liking other people, so we agreed it was fine to see them.

    So, like an open relationship?

    Tunde: It’s more like we took breaks, but they never lasted. We always come back to each other.

    Malobi: But then, we can’t really seem to commit. There’s always this feeling that something is missing. We’ve spoken about it a couple of times. We’d go months without sex, then finally have sex, and the relationship goes great for several more months.

    When I got pregnant in 2022, I almost didn’t tell anyone about it. I was so close to aborting. Now, we have a kid, we’re closer than ever, but we’re still not sure we want to get married or anything like that.

    What are your African parents saying about it?

    Tunde: Of course, my parents want us to get married yesterday. They already call her my wife. But they respect that I’m not ready yet. I’ll take things at my own pace.

    Malobi: Omo, my mum stopped talking to me for a while when I told her I was pregnant but we weren’t ready for marriage yet. You know how parents feel about babies. It’s like an automatic call from God to get married at once. 

    If that isn’t the plan, what is?

    Tunde: We honestly don’t have one yet.

    Malobi: And that’s fine. We’re all just managing Nigeria as it comes. Homeschooling our little toddler has helped us bond. She likes games just like us two.

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    Cute. What was your first major fight about?

    Malobi: Before we ever got romantically involved, we had this huge fight over a game I won. We were playing at someone’s party, and someone distracted him, so he was convinced that was the only reason I won. 

    I felt offended by that.

    Tunde: She now brought gender and sexism into it.

    Malobi: I mean, the way he said it was that there was no way I’d ever win him. Why would he just assume I can’t play well enough?

    Right?

    Tunde: I got angry with the babe who distracted me, and while we were exchanging words, Malobi cut in with her own. I found it wild because, at that point, I’d already played against her several times, and she’d beat me a couple of times. So why would I think she’d never beat me because she’s a girl?

    Malobi: We made up some hours after. We both agreed we’d had a lot to drink. We’ve fought over games many times after sha.

    Have you ever made love over a game, though?

    Tunde: Many times. That’s how this whole thing started. It used to hit different when we’d just played a long, highly competitive game together.

    Malobi: Now, it happens less, but I’m so happy we still make time to play for long hours.

    Tunde: She also does eSports and makes us small money from time to time. I get so proud when we go out and she wins.

    But how do you deal with finances in a relationship with little commitment?

    Tunde: We keep separate accounts if that’s what you’re asking. 

    Malobi: We live together, so we share most major expenses. Also, baby. Babies are expensive, but we’ve never so much as argued over money. 

    Do you ever regret moving in together?

    Malobi: Nope. I’ve enjoyed myself so far. Also, I can think of no easier way to have escaped my father’s house. I’ve never known one day of sadness here.

    Tunde: Wow. I don’t even know what to say. I’m glad that living together has made you happy. I don’t regret it either. Even more beautiful than her moving into my flat in 2019 was when we moved into our current place together after COVID.

    Malobi: It’s been all peace and good vibes from day one. Except when we have dry spells and turn to other people, but it’s always temporary. 

    How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Tunde: Maybe 7. We obviously don’t have everything figured out.

    Malobi: Yeah, 7.

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  • Love Life: People Mistake Me for Her Mother

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Doris: I’d just moved to Canada for school in 2022 and got this apartment two weeks in. It was a two-bed and she happened to be my housemate. She’d moved in the day before me. When I came in alone with my luggage, she received me so warmly. She helped me bring my stuff in. Her aunty, who lived in a different province, was there for the weekend, and they both helped me unpack and settle in. 

    Lase: That long weekend, we talked on and off — about our plans, short and long-term, and agreed it was wild that we both came from Lagos. 

    She’s such an open sharer, and our rapport was great from day one. I knew I was lucky to have her as a housemate. All my friends who’d japa to different parts of Canada always complained about their housemates. Either they were like ghosts or they were just problematic. That’s how I was deceived into thinking I wouldn’t be as lonely in Canada as people warned. 

    Doris: By Monday, her aunt was gone, we had to start attending classes straight away, and the loneliness set in properly.

    Tell me about the loneliness

    Doris: We spent most of the day in school, and we weren’t studying the same course, so we hardly saw each other. Also, we had to find jobs quickly, so we constantly went for open calls and interviews in those early days. 

    Lase: We weren’t in a popular province, so not many other Nigerians were in school. The other foreigners weren’t giving “approachable”, so everyone just kept to themselves. You tried to learn what you could from the lecturers and you went to your house; that was it. 

    At home, we were too tired to even chat, especially when we both got jobs the next week.

    Doris: We spent most of what we made on bills and groceries/toiletries. So, on weekends, it was more sleep, small gisting and doom-scrolling on TikTok. There was no one to visit, no fun place to go. It was school, work, bed and repeat. The holidays were worse; no school or work.

    For several months, we only saw or talked to each other. This was in sharp contrast with my life in Lagos. I still dream about my active social life pre-japa to this day.

    Did things ever get better?

    Lase: Yes, but I think it’s because we got used to it, not that things got that much more fun. We go out more now, though.

    Doris: We moved down to Alberta in late 2023, after our graduation. That helped us find our tribe and expanded our social activities a lot. Yet we could still go weeks without seeing anyone but ourselves and some work colleagues — we both work hybrid.

    Lase: We got so close, very early on, that we did everything together. As far as 2022, the year we met, we’d sleep in the same bed just so we could gist longer and escape loneliness. In Alberta, we just continued on with that habit.

    When did you realise you liked each other beyond friendship?

    Doris: When we started talking about our forced celibacy. 

    This was still in 2022. We discovered we were both fairly sexually active in Lagos. Having to stay off sex because there was simply no time or opportunities to find love post-japa was jarring.

    Lase: Five months in, it suddenly hit me that I wasn’t having any sex on top of being lonely, and I felt so physically uncomfortable. I’ve never even thought of myself as not being able to do without sex. But I was losing my mind. I think it was the celibacy combined with the loneliness, homesickness and general anxiety about a completely new phase in my life. Talking it out with her really helped me stay sane.

    Doris: One day, we started talking about how we weren’t getting any, and one day again, we tried to make out in bed. It felt good, and we went on from there.

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    Did you know you were gay before then?

    Doris: No.

    Lase: Nope.

    Doris: I’d say I’m sex-fluid.

    Lase: If we have to have labels. 

    We’re both open-minded, making it easier to notice the attraction between us and act on it.

    But it sounds more like you acted out of necessity than attraction

    Lase: It seemed platonic at first because that’s just the default way we’re socialised to approach people of your gender. But as we got closer and started talking about everything, and sleeping in the same bed even though we had separate rooms, I started to identify that we were getting more romantic and sexual. 

    If we were of opposite genders, we would immediately know we liked each other once things like that started to happen, so why do we ignore the signs when it comes to the same gender?

    Doris: I’d been attracted to women in the past, but I’d never thought to act on that attraction until now. So, I guess I see what you mean by necessity. Regardless, the attraction was there. When we made out the first time, it was the most amazing thing ever. It felt like some well-deserved delayed gratification.

    What happened after that first makeout? Did you become official?

    Doris: No. First, we made out a lot without really talking about why we were doing it and if we should be getting intimate. But we were a lot happier once that started.

    Lase: It wasn’t until we had sex some weeks later that we talked about what we were to each other. We weren’t really in a hurry to put labels. I think we also didn’t need to because our individual priorities were to find our feet in this new society we found ourselves in. So we were thinking about passing our master’s, getting a better job and then an even better job to pay for everything we needed to secure our continued stay in Canada. 

    Doris: So we were just fine with being each other’s source of companionship and release for the time being. We had the talk and decided we cared a lot about each other, and that was it. We decided to focus on graduating well.

    In the meantime, what was your relationship?

    Doris: It was a lot of talking, supporting and picking after each other, literally splitting everything down the middle, from bills to food and money in general. 

    Lase: And lots of sex. It made everything better when we could be home after a long day and give each other orgasms for days.

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    What happened after graduation?

    Doris: The dynamic changed. So, to begin with, while we were in Aurora (Canada), we hardly went out together. Our relationship was within the confines of our small student apartment. When we moved to Calgary, Alberta, we started going out in the open as a couple, and it felt like this big glare was on us. 

    Lase: It felt like literally stepping out of the closet.

    Doris: We were compelled to come straight with ourselves and decide we wanted to be committed to each other. But that hasn’t come without its struggles.

    Tell me about them

    Doris: The major one is that I’m a thick hot babe, and Lase is quite petite… so there’ve been instances when I’ve been mistaken for her mum. And that’s just crazy because we’re the same age. It’s happened so many times, and it does put a strain on our otherwise perfect relationship.

    Lase: Canadian locals are wild because I just can’t understand how they can all make such a mistake. They see two women looking intimate, and because one is bigger than the other, they just assume she’s the mum?

    Doris: It also doesn’t help that I’m much darker. 

    But how do you handle this assumption so it doesn’t affect how you feel about each other?

    Doris: We actually go out less these days. I know we shouldn’t hide, but sometimes, it’s just easier.
    Lase: We don’t talk about it so much because I’m scared it’s a sore point for both of us, but for her most especially. I just give her space to express how she feels about it and listen.

    Doris: Besides that, it’s been bliss. We have the coolest small group of friends from our neighbourhood and workplaces. Like I said earlier, we’ve found our tribe, and we’re all pretty like-minded. I love the freedom we have to love and be present for each other through major milestones.

    You haven’t mentioned much about your family 

    Lase: You know how alienating Canada can be. I have cousins here, but they’re all in Toronto and Ottawa. One’s in Winnipeg — I mentioned her mum helped me settle in earlier. Doris and I are actually planning a trip to Toronto this summer, so we’ll hopefully get to unite with them soon. 

    But so far, social media is how I keep up with my family. My parents are in the UK now, and with the time difference, it’s been hard to keep up regular communication.

    Doris: My parents are still in Lagos, but it’s the same time zone issue. They gave up on me at least a year ago. We try our best to have video calls most important holidays or birthdays. Same with my siblings who are in different parts of Nigeria.

    I’ve introduced Lase as my housemate and best friend; they love her.

    Lase: Yeah. Nobody knows we’re dating except our Alberta friends.

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    Do you ever plan to tell your family?

    Doris: Honestly, no. Except we have to.

    Lase: They’ve started putting marriage pressure on me, but I’ve hinted that I may never get married. And that might be what ends up happening. Because me I don’t like stress.

    Doris: I think we’ll just go with the flow. We’re perfectly happy the way we are now. But who knows? We’ve started talking about whether we want to have kids or not. We’ve also started thinking about the legal aspects of our relationship. Things like what would happen in the case of emergencies, when we’re not legally bound?

    Lase: We might just elope and have a civil union. Who knows?

    Have you had any major fights yet?

    Doris: You know what? No.

    Lase: Maybe little arguments, but none that I can even talk about because I can’t remember what might’ve caused them.

    Doris: Actually, we had one some days ago. 

    I wanted to stop by a SubWay outlet to grab some food on my way home, and I asked if she wanted anything. She said yes and told me what she wanted. I got home and gave it to her, and she said she didn’t want it anymore.

    Ah. Explain yourself, Lase

    Lase: She went and got food for only me. I asked where hers was, and she said she’d changed her mind about getting for herself. How would I sit and eat alone? I only wanted it because you said you were getting some. I didn’t want you eating alone, and I’d start feeling long throat.

    Doris: That’s still so annoying. Like, I told you I didn’t know that’s what you had in mind, and you still didn’t eat the food.

    Do you know that food still sits in our fridge to this day? Which is just a joke because we know trash SubWay doesn’t last a day.

    Lase: This wasn’t a serious fight sha. Just one of those little arguments.

    Doris: Hmm.

    Hmm. How’d you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Lase: A sweet 8. We could do this forever.

    Doris: I can actually see it. Two cantankerous 80-year-old cat ladies still giving each other the best orgasms every night. I’m dying of laughter.

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  • Love Life: We Strongly Believe in Different Religions 

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    John: We met at a family gathering, a naming ceremony. I was friends with one of her older cousins, who invited me. I was introduced to her, and she made a big impression on me. She was smart and beautiful — and still is. 

    So I asked if I could visit her at school, and she agreed.

    Funmi: He was charming when we met. I remember thinking he dressed so well for someone who wasn’t Yoruba. His Senator was clean and crisp, and his shoes; he didn’t overaccessorise. At that time, they used to tell us South-South people knew how to spoil women and treat them like eggs, unlike Yoruba men. So I saw him as the full package because he also looked good.

    What was his first school visit like?

    Funmi: He surprised me, so I didn’t even have the chance to be nervous. He just showed up on campus and someone came to call me in my hostel. I was in my final year, first semester. At first, I didn’t even recognise the name when they told me. When I saw him, I screamed. I was so embarrassed that I did that.

    John: I thought she wasn’t happy to see me. Then I saw her smile and realised she was just surprised — just as I planned. I brought her a gift and some food. We sat and ate together and that’s how I started visiting until her graduation.

    Did you consider yourselves in an official relationship during this period?

    John: Yes. I asked her to be my girlfriend on my second visit. But she didn’t answer me until we met during her brief break before she had to be back in school chasing her project.

    Funmi: I wanted to say yes right away, but I had to form first. To be serious, though, I wanted to be sure I was saying yes for the right reasons. I also thought about the fact that I knew he was a Christian, and I was raised as a Muslim.

    What made you decide to say yes in the end?

    Funmi: I just really liked him. I loved all the attention he gave me most especially. I didn’t want that to end. I knew our religions might be an issue. But at that time, neither of us was particularly religious, so it didn’t feel like a big enough thing to keep me from trying out the relationship.

    John: I also felt my family might have issues with it, but I chased her purely because I was attracted to her. 

    After her graduation, we went into courtship fully. We had several dates, and we talked about our future for almost two years. She was reluctant to talk about marriage, but I wasn’t.

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    Why were you reluctant, Funmi?

    Funmi: I was young and fresh out of school. I wanted space to be a single babe in the real world before entering my husband’s house. 

    I also wanted to be sure I was doing the right thing. I had at least three relatives who were in abusive marriages, so I wanted to be absolutely sure. I wanted my nuclear family to get to know him well and give their blessings.

    John: When we’d dated for about two years, her father called me to his house and told me he was happy with me marrying her but was considering that I was South-South. 

    He didn’t want my people to treat her anyhow.

    Did he bring up religion?

    John: Yes, but not even as seriously as I’d expected. 

    He said he didn’t want me to forcefully convert her. He asked if I’d allow her to practise her faith, and that was it. He was going to make her cut me off, but his intuition wouldn’t allow him to do that. I was speechless. We spoke for some time, and he said that when I was ready, I had his blessings.

    Funmi: I didn’t even know this happened until several months later, after he proposed.

    What was the defining moment that led to the proposal?

    Funmi: I got pregnant. Haha.

    John: Yes. But beyond that, I was already determined to marry her. We courted for three years, and it was three years of bliss. I’d never been with a more compassionate and graceful woman.

    Funmi: He never even gave me a chance to doubt him or check whether I was missing out on something outside.

    Immediately after I told him I was pregnant, he’d gotten a ring and asked me to be his wife. He took me to a restaurant for the proposal, and I was just there crying as strangers clapped for us.

    What was the wedding like given your different religions?

    Funmi: We had a white wedding, a nikkai and two traditional weddings. It was a week-long affair. I always think back to it with longing because it was such a happy time. I still don’t know how our families could afford it all.

    John: It drained several pockets that’s for sure. But it was perfect. We still have the giant photo albums. Do you youngees still do photo albums?

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    I honestly have no idea. Did you get pushback from your families?

    John: The opposition I foresaw didn’t come to pass as I feared. A few aunties and uncles were unhappy and showed it, but they didn’t do anything to stop or spoil our wedding. They just disapproved passively. 

    Funmi: I have an Aunty Bimpe who kept saying, “Ahhh, Sofiat. O ti lo fe Igbo. Catholic, for that matter. How do you want to do it?” She had the loudest voice ever. I just kept telling her that John wasn’t Igbo o.

    It seems you’ve been able to blend religions perfectly?

    John: I won’t say perfectly. It’s been a journey. 

    Funmi: When we got together, it wasn’t such a big deal because, truthfully, we were both surface-level in our religions. But over time, we’ve gotten more devout. 

    John: Some ten years into our marriage, Funmi started wearing scarves and turbans and covering all parts of her body. It was a bit shocking for me. She’s gone to Mecca four times. 

    Somewhere along the line, I also started taking prayer meetings and bible study seriously. These things didn’t happen all at once, but we found ourselves clinging back to the faith we were raised on to stay sane.

    Funmi: But strangely, this didn’t divide us. I think it’s because we’ve come to accept that the other person’s religion isn’t cursed simply because it’s different. 

    I love that he’s embracing God. And I love how it has affected his heart and actions. He’s become a lot less stressed out about everyday struggles.

    So you haven’t faced any struggles due to your different religions?

    Funmi: Of course, we have. Family and clerics often try to plant seeds of discontent. 

    My Muslim brothers would raise questions challenging whether I’m a true believer if my husband is an “infidel”. When I was younger, they’d even refer to me like I was still unmarried.

    John: In church, they just ignore. They pretend like she doesn’t exist. 

    When we started having kids it got even more complicated. She always took the three of them to the mosque from day one. But I only started taking them to church when our youngest was around seven years old. 

    Some of the church members treated them with a hint of disdain and never liked to refer to their mother. It was so funny. You could tell they were doing their best to be polite about it, too. I eventually changed churches, and that was that.

    And what was raising your kids in two religions like?

    John: It wasn’t without its struggles. Many friends thought it was unwise to do that, that we were only confusing them. But how could we help them choose which religion to follow? 

    I also sensed it would be the thing that caused a divide between Funmi and I if either of us said, “It’s better for them to follow my religion.” It would be like saying one religion was better.

    Funmi: Exactly. Now that they’re adults, they’ve chosen their own paths. Our eldest is Muslim, while the other two followed their father. I think it’s worked out well.

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    What was your first major fight about?

    John: Money. 

    We had a joint account from the first day of our marriage. And about two years in, I dug deep into it to buy a property at the spur of the moment because I thought it was too good of an opportunity to miss.

    Funmi: But I’d been planning for months to start a wholesale business. I only had two months left, and it was perfect timing because I’d just left my job to take care of our first child. 

    I think I was most angry because he didn’t discuss it with me first. Also, we didn’t get the promised returns on time and had to struggle to take care of our child the way I wanted to because we were short on cash. 

    The house was hot for about five months.

    John: I felt so bad, but I don’t know why it took me a while to apologise. I didn’t like that my good intentions were soiled so badly.

    Funmi: Religion-wise, we also fought in our first year of marriage because he tried to have sex with me during Ramadan. Mehn, I cried o. 

    In my mind, I was saying, “This is why they told me not to marry infidel o.”

    John: You’re not serious.

    How did you get past these serious issues?

    Funmi: Forgive and forget no ni.

    John: The property investment worked out in the end. We’re still reaping the benefits today.

    Funmi: And he’s not a fool. As soon as I explained to him what the holy fast meant, he respected it and helped me get through the month successfully. 

    I can boldly say that for the last 30 years, he has never not brought home a basket of fruits every day during Ramadan. Most times, he even joins the fast and prays to his God. He’s a blessed man.

    How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Funmi: Before nko. 10.

    John: We’re one, so you know my answer already.

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  • Love Life: It’s Been 9 Years, and I Still Can’t Keep Up With Her Libido

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Ore: We met at a restaurant in late 2012. My mum’s friend matchmade us because she felt I didn’t go out enough. She gave him my number, he called and we decided to meet for a first date a week later. 

    I got there first; the first thing I thought when I saw him was, “Doesn’t this guy eat?” He was so lanky then and around my height. My spec was you have to be at least six inches taller than me for us to date.

    Steven: I got there about 30 minutes late. I remember seeing her alone on the table, looking bored. I sat down and apologised, and she shrugged it off immediately. We ordered our pizza and laughed about the aunty who’d set us up. I drove her home, and we sat in my car and chatted some more when I got to the side of her house. 

    But I left her that day thinking we’d probably just be friends.

    Why exactly?

    Steven: The attraction wasn’t there during that first meeting. But the conversation flowed well, and we got along. When we spoke the next day, I loved the energy she brought into it.

    Ore: I wasn’t looking to get into a relationship. I was figuring out work and how to make more money. There was a lot of drama at home that I was navigating at the time. Black tax was choking me. Although, now that I’ve thought about it, I should’ve probably dated more. Maybe a man would’ve been sending me money.

    Anyway, I was halfhearted about our relationship at the time. I was just fine with having one more person to talk to. So we talked and talked and talked for months.

    When did feelings start seeping in?

    Ore: I’m not sure I can pinpoint one moment. But by the end of 2013, we were talking like every other day. He managed to scale my entire friends list to become the first person I call to tell important things. And I wasn’t having much luck with relationships at the time.

    Steven: One thing I pinpointed was it felt more like we were coasting through an eternal talking stage than friendship. I mean talking stage wasn’t even a thing at the time, so maybe that’s why we didn’t clock it. 

    It was like we were trying to figure out whether to like each other or not, constantly asking questions about our likes, preferences and dislikes. During this time, I knew things like her favourite colour and shoe size, things I didn’t know about friends I’d known for much longer.

    At what point did you decide you had to date?

    Steven: In September 2014, when she invited me to attend a family member’s wedding with her. I thought nothing of it, and I’m sure she just invited me as a close friend. But at the wedding, I realised I liked how I felt walking hand in hand with her, sitting beside her with her friends and all. 

    It didn’t feel like we were just friends. Maybe it was the vibe of watching a couple get married that made it sink in. But when I got home, I knew I wanted her to be my girlfriend.

    Ore: I confess that I didn’t think about us getting into a relationship at all until after he asked me. Then I thought about it and realised I cared about him well enough to give it a try.

    Steven: I didn’t ask her out immediately, though. It took about a month for me to find the right moment. I also didn’t want to ask her over the phone, so it happened during one of our hangouts at the beach.

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    Sounds romantic. What was the relationship like, given the uncertainty?

    Ore: It was brief. It was perfect. I knew I liked and even loved him from that first week. It wasn’t even anything he said or did. It was how I felt with him — warm and safe. I don’t know how to explain it.

    Steven: We’d gotten to know each other for so long without the pressures of “we must date”. So when we finally got together, we already understood each other well. It didn’t even feel like we needed to date. We came into January 2015 knowing we wanted to be husband and wife.

    Ore: We decided together. There was no “Will you marry me?” He never proposed.

    How exactly did the conversation of “we’re getting married” go?

    Steven: It happened over a couple of weeks. As soon as we got together in November, we became inseparable. We were always hanging out, seeing each other during lunch breaks and after work on weekdays. She worked in VI, and I worked in Lekki, so it was slightly easy to meet up and then go home to the mainland together. 

    On weekends, we’d meet up in my area or hers, and we’d take strolls, sit in a nearby eatery or even a workstation, nothing too expensive. 

    We just clung to each other, and it made me feel happier than I’d probably ever been. I didn’t want that happiness to stop. Because we were always together, we always had these long-drawn conversations about our individual and joint plans. It only took us three months. We started visiting our families by the end of January. February 10, we went to the registry.

    Ore: See, I’ve only dated two other people, and I’d never felt so eager to live with and have kids with anyone as much as when I was with this man. I don’t know why it took us so long to even get into the relationship. But I think that talking period is part of what helped us fall in love.

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    Did you get pushback from family or friends?

    Steven: Nope. None.

    Ore: Everyone was so supportive. It all went smoothly. We didn’t do anything big. Luckily for me, my family is not the “big owambe” type of Yoruba.

    So, how has married life been for the last nine years?

    Steven: We had a huge shocker because it was rough for us in the first couple of years.

    Ore: Yeah, we had a huge sex problem.

    Tell me about it

    Ore: So we waited to have sex after marriage. It wasn’t even a religious thing. We just never visited each other at home or in any other private space. Beyond making out here and there, sex never came up. Even after the court wedding, we didn’t move in together immediately, so no sex until like two months later. 

    We had sex some weeks before our main wedding. I was a virgin, he wasn’t, but everything seemed fine.

    Steven: Then, the wedding and all its chaos came and went. We settled into family life. That’s when we noticed that she wanted to have sex way more than I did.

    Ore: It probably wouldn’t have been a problem if he wasn’t so good at it. For the first year, I didn’t understand why we couldn’t do it every day, like, multiple times a day even. I understood we had work, but then, I’d be ready to get down in the weekend, and he’d keep making excuses.

    That sounds serious. How did you guys get past this?

    Ore: For months, we fought, and I felt so ashamed because who could I talk to about sex issues in my marriage. Therapy didn’t even come to mind.

    Steven: It felt like such a u-turn from how we felt during the dating period, like we’d made a mistake because we rushed in. 

    Ore: The funny thing is that the sex was even better during this period when we were always fighting. But we were not happy. I always felt like I had to beg him for sex. We even considered divorce. 

    I remember on our first wedding anniversary, instead of celebrating, we had “the talk”. I asked if he thought we should go our separate ways and he got angry.

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    Why?

    Steven: I didn’t think she valued sex so highly that she was willing to break up our marriage because of it. It wasn’t like we weren’t having sex. But it wasn’t something I wanted to do more than once or twice a week.

    Ore: He said that since I cared so little about our relationship, we could separate. It was crazy, but we never acted on it. That night, we still had the sex.

    You’re still together today. What was the turning point?

    Steven: She got pregnant shortly after, and for the next five years, we focused on having and raising our two kids. After that, we looked for other ways to bridge her libido with mine.

    Ore: I thought having children back to back would reduce my sex cravings, but it only made it worse. So I’ve gotten into a wide range of sex toys and also therapy, and we communicated more about why he didn’t enjoy sex as much as I did.

    Steven: I enjoy it, but maybe not as much as other people do. I think it’s just an interest thing. 

    Till today, I still can’t keep up with her libido, but it’s less of an issue now. I’m glad I have a wife who loves sex because, at least, I know anytime I want her, she’s ready. I try my best to give what I take, but I also know I have to accept that I may never be enough. I’ve made peace with it.

    Do you think you’d ever open your marriage?

    Steven: Ahhh. No.

    Ore: No. Even me, I won’t agree.

    How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Steven: 10. We’ve gotten back to that easygoing connection we felt before we even started dating, and it’s so comfortable.

    Ore: 10. But I also don’t want us to get too comfortable. Actually, 9, because I’d like for us to try new things and have some more spice in our marriage.

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  • 60 Cute Names To Save Your Boyfriend’s Contact In Your Phone

    Your heart should melt a little every time your boyfriend’s name pops on the screen. If this isn’t the case for you, you’re doing something wrong in your relationship. The good thing is that we know just how to fix this problem.

    60 Cute Names To Save Your Boyfriend’s Contact In Your Phone

    Here are 60 cute names for your boyfriend on your mobile phone.

    1. Big head

    It doesn’t matter if his head is small.

    2. Baby

    He might be 20 years older, but he’ll always be your baby.

    3. Sweety pie

    Before you roll your eyes, is he a pie or not?

    4. Akanni

    If he’s a traditional Yoruba man.

    5. Mine

    Think about it —who else dares lay claim to him?

    6. Zaddy

    If he’s a sugar daddy that plows your farmland efficiently.

    7. Beau

    A little French vibe is sexy AF.

    8. My Everything

    Because without him, you cannot exist.

    9. Idunnu mi

    It means “My happiness” in Yoruba.

    10. Cash cow

    If he’s your personal money minting machine

    11. Personal mumu

    If he worships the ground you tread.

    12. Chief Daddy

    If he’s a sugar daddy.

    13. Odogwu

    If he’s a businessman that rains cash on you unprovoked.

    14. Ayanfe mi

    Another one for the Yoruba demons. It means “My chosen one”.

    15. Dearly Beloved

    If y’all love story is nothing short of a Shakespearean affair.

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    16. Lover boy

    If he’s head over heels in love.

    17. Wizzy Baby

    If you’re a Wizkid fan, your boo is your personal Wizzy Baby

    18. Tony Montana

    If he’s a fashion killer.

    19. Saro

    Because you’re his Arolake

    20. My Angel

    If you’ve accepted him as your personal saviour.

    21. My Lord

    If he’s heavy on respect.

    22. Naughty boy

    If he’s a freaky little thing.

    23. Romeo

    If he used pick up lines from Titanic during your talking stage.

    24. Sugar

    For a man who is 100% committed to giving you a soft life.

    25. Sugar plum

    For the plus-size bros.

    26. Love of My Life (LOML)

    Use this only when you’re sure he’s your final destination.

    27. Darling

    Straightforward but genuinely from the heart.

    28. Sunshine

    If he brightens up your world.

    29. African Prince

    It’s only right because you’re his African princess.

    30. Giggles

    This is for a man who cracks you up.

    31. Papi

    A little Mexican vibe to spice things up.

    32. Pablo Richie

    If he’s a successful yahoo boy. You’ll be his Olori Pablo.

    33. My Rock

    This name is for a lover who is 100% reliable.

    34. Amante

    It means “Lover” in Spanish.

    35. My Choco Milo

    If he’s a brown skin hottie.

    36. Obi’M

    It means “My heart” in Igbo.

    37. Tiger

    This is for a man who knows how to give you multiple orgasms.

    38. Sexy Beast

    If you’re aware that he’s every woman’s dream.

    39. Bad Boy

    This is for a man who knows how to press all your right buttons.

    40. Chiquito

    If he’s short, dark and handsome.

    41. Munchkin

    It’s the cutest name for him if y’all enjoy love bites.

    42. Babyface

    For a lover who looks nothing like his age.

    43. Soul Mate

    Save his number with this name if he has proposed.

    44. My Amour

    It is Spanish for “My love”.

    45. Boo

    This one is oldie but goldie.

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    46. My One and Only

    After him, there’s only him.

    47. Adumadan mi

    It means “My black and shine” in Yoruba.

    48. Mutumina

    This is the one if you’ve bagged yourself a prince from the north.

    49. My prince

    Because you’re his princess.

    50. Partner in crime

    If Bonnie & Clyde have nothing on y’all.

    51. My guy

    Very straight to the point.

    52. Bros

    Fight anyone who tells you this isn’t cute.

    53. Sugar Cane

    This is for a man invested in bringing sweetness into your life.

    54. Dickson

    If you cherish his “gbola” more than the relationship itself.

    55. Ken

    As a reminder that you’re his Barbie.

    56. Dodo Mayana

    If you’re out there doing love thangz with an Egbon Adugbo.

    57. Ekwu Eme

    Another cute name in Igbo if your man is “Talk and do”.

    58. Best

    Normally, the LOYL should be your best human in the world.

    59. London Boy

    If he’s an IJGB that chose to die on your matter.

    60. Joystick

    If you’re only with him for the genital slamming.

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  • Love Life: I Think She’s Too Cool For Me Sometimes

    Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Sola: We met in a small supermarket on my street. I passed him on the aisle to the counter, and he noticed one of my tattoos. He told me it was nice. I actually thought he was talking about my jewellery and tried to explain that my grandma gave them to me when I was a child. 

    When I realised he was talking about the tattoo, I just smiled and faced my front.

    Charles: I wasn’t used to seeing girls with tattoos in my neighbourhood, so I found her intriguing. I asked her for her number, but she said she didn’t know it off-head and also didn’t bring her phone with her. I assumed she didn’t want to give me, but then she scrambled through her wallet for paper and asked the cashier for a pen.

    Sola: I took down his number and, later that night, dutifully texted him on WhatsApp so he could have my number. Only for him to say he couldn’t remember who I was.

    Charles?

    Charles: So the thing is, I was high when we met at the supermarket.

    Hm. Sola, how did you take that?

    Sola: I had to send him a video I’d taken earlier, in the same outfit, to jug his memory. I was irritated, so I figured I wouldn’t speak to him again. And true true, he didn’t text me for a while. It was also December, and he was giving IJGB vibes with a slight accent and all.

    Charles: I hadn’t just got back. I got back a long time ago.

    When did you realise you liked each other?

    Sola: Later that month was events and concert season in Lagos. 

    I was on my way to my office end-of-year party when he messaged me for the first time since the day we met. He was attending a show in our area and was wondering if I wanted to come. I told him I was on my way somewhere else, so he switched to video to see how I looked. He hailed me and made me feel so cute.

    Charles: She looked good, and I couldn’t hide it.

    Sola: He told me to have a good time and not be a stranger. I smiled and felt good about myself just hearing him say that. I don’t even know why. He just looked and sounded like a sweet guy. 

    I was talking to this other guy at the time, and even though I liked him, I always felt like he was giving me this subtle attitude. But Charles already made me feel fully appreciated.

    Charles: For me, it was when we finally met up at a festival on Boxing Day. Neither of us came with friends, so we got to bond and get to know each other, surrounded by music and strangers having fun.

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    What happened after?

    Charles: We chatted until mid-January, when we met again for her birthday. That’s when I saw another side of her — the party girl side. 

    Sola: My friends organised a little dinner for me and then a club thing after.

    Charles: She and her friends are crazy. I couldn’t keep up at all. I had to leave early.

    Sola: The next day, I called to thank him for the gift he gave me at the dinner, and he started asking how I got home and if I was safe the whole time. I was a little irritated. I’m 30+, please. 

    We texted for weeks after, but I made sure I was cold in my responses. Until one day, he told me he really liked me but he felt I didn’t like him back. My heart melted, and I told him I liked him.

    Charles: That’s how we got together officially.

    No wasting time?

    Charles: I was done waiting. I just wanted to know if we’d work out in a proper relationship once and for all.

    Sola: So you weren’t even sure at that point?

    Charles: Is it possible to be sure until you try it out?

    And how has it been so far?

    Sola: There’s been ups and downs. We’ve taken a few breaks because we keep having the same issues around our very different social lives.

    Charles: I never considered myself religious until we started dating. But I never miss a service. I know you’ll ask how come I was high the first time we met. I guess I’m religious now because I was born religious. My mother really drummed church culture into our heads, and now, it’s just ingrained.

    Sola is more casual about it, and she’s a popular jingo. Meaning that she has over 50 close friends and attends at least two big parties a month. I’m talking proper club or house parties. I wasn’t prepared for how bothered by that I would be.

    Sola: I also never thought it would be an issue, at least, until I started having kids.

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    Sounds like a dealbreaker?

    Sola: I wish it were that simple. The thing is, everything else works between us. 

    I love how he makes me feel, his character and his financial trajectory. But I don’t think I can or should have to change for him. I also don’t think he needs to be more social for him; we don’t have to have all the same interests.

    Charles: I agree. We’ve been able to establish a middle ground over time, but it still causes friction sometimes. We don’t really connect with each other’s friends because hers are Lagos cool kids, and my friends are more workaholic and church-obsessed. I feel like she’s too cool for me sometimes.

    Sola: Cool as how? We’re just used to a lifestyle that’s different from what you’re used to. 

    We’ve talked about the future a number of times. We’re both ready to settle down, so in November 2023, we made the huge decision to move in together. And the first two months really tested our love and bond. I could tell he tried to be understanding but clearly didn’t like me coming home late on some nights. It made me feel guilty and uncomfortable.

    Doesn’t cohabiting clash with Charles’ Christian values, though?

    Sola: As you must’ve guessed, he’s half and half about it. That’s probably why we can still have a conversation and make compromises. A true Christian boy would’ve chased my clubbing ass out a long time ago. I wouldn’t even let it get to that. 

    But yeah, cohabiting has always been a must for me before marriage. I gotta know firsthand what I’m getting into.

    Charles:  I agree. There’s a place for faith and a place for using your sense.

    Sola: We’ve grown to manage our differences better. 

    He comes out with me to the club on some nights. On others, I cancel on my friends, and we hang out together instead. I no longer feel I need to accept every invitation. That’s a compromise I’m willing to make for the future of our relationship.

    Charles: I also don’t feel I have to attend every church service. I’ve limited those to Sundays, and we’ve started going together every week. It’s been cool mixing both worlds at our own pace.

    You mentioned being ready to settle down?

    Charles: Yeah, that will happen any moment now. I don’t want to spoil anything.

    Sola: Ahhh. Don’t let Zikoko be the first to know of your plans. Is it soon? Should I go and fix acrylics? I’ll kill you if you’ve spoilt the surprise, I swear.

    Charles: We still have a few things to discuss, but despite our imperfections, we’re right for each other because of how open we are to making things work instead of just walking away for good.

    Do your religious parents know about the clubbing and cohabiting?

    Charles: Haba. Do they care? My mum isn’t excited about our cohabiting, but she’s not really vocal about it. And they’ve never had to know that we or she clubs.

    Sola: Oh, his parents love me. I’m absolutely lovable!

    Between us, though, we’ve had major disagreements in the past about my late nights and his prioritising mid-week services over our bonding time. We’d take a break for a week or two, and before you know it, we’re back because we love spending time together.

    I don’t think our social lives should be enough to keep us apart. I mean, at this age, we should know.

    Right. How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?

    Sola: 8. We’re a work in progress, but sometimes the journey matters just as much as the destination. Or whatever these motivational speakers say.

    Charles: LOL. Same.

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