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  • Love Life: It Took Us 7 Years to Have Our First Child

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

    Ighodalo* (61) and Esohe (59) met at the burial of Ambrose Alli in 1988. After refusing to date him because he drank and smoked, they moved to navigating a long-distance relationship with financial difficulties and fertility issues.  

    What’s your earliest memory of each other?

    Ighodalo: We met for the first time in 1988, at the burial of the former governor of Bendel state in Ekpoma, where I worked as a tax officer. 

    While at the burial to pay respects and be a part of history, I saw her. This woman was slim around the waistline with a big bumbum. Very fine shape. When I struck up a conversation with her, she found a way to bring everything back to God. I told her I wanted to date her. She refused, but we still kept in touch. 

    Esohe: It’s not that I didn’t find him interesting. He’s soft-spoken and tall, which is something I’ve always liked, but I wasn’t interested in a relationship then. I was too focused on school, family and God. 

    The next time I saw him was a couple of days later. I was looking for my school ID card so I went to his office to ask if I maybe left it with him. I didn’t, but it was nice to see him again. 

    Did you find the card?

    Esohe: Yes. On a bus.

    And did you see each other again? 

    Ighodalo: Yes, I found out where she lived. 

    Esohe: He was trailing me. 

    Ighodalo: At my office, we had a driver who took us around. She told me about the family she stayed with while she was in school, and I realised I went to school with some of her family members. The driver knew their house, and it wasn’t too far from the university, so I started visiting her once in a while. 

    Esohe: A few months after we met, I decided to start going out with him. He’s such a kindhearted and gentle man. Plus, my uncle in Benin kept talking about how I should give him a chance. The problem was he was into a lot of wicked things. He smoked, drank, slept around and was a cultist. But as we spent more time together, he willingly started to drop some of those habits. 

    Ighodalo: She was constantly preaching to me and trying to get me to change my ways. I started doing those things a lot less. She helped me see there was more to life than the things I was indulging in. 

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    And the rest of the relationship? 

    Esohe: Pretty smooth, actually. Well, save for when I went back to Lagos to I live with my brother and we didn’t see each other for six months. 

    In 1988, Babangida wanted to enact this economic policy called the Structural Adjustment Program (SAP), to tighten our belts while they kept having lavish events. People’s wages were brought down, and living conditions worsened, but government officials didn’t cut their own pay. Protests broke out because people were tired, and most of them were championed by university students. So, universities closed down. Mine was shut for six months.

    Ighodalo: We kept writing to each other, but letters across states took an average of a week to get delivered. By the time my letter got to her, whatever I was talking about might’ve passed. It was tough, but we encouraged each other through the letters. 

    After the riot, whenever long holidays came around, she’d go back to her house in Lagos. Sometimes, I’d go see her there, and sometimes, she’d come see me. The roads weren’t so bad, and you could travel from Lagos to Benin in 3-4 hours. 

    How long did this courtship last? 

    Ighodalo: We dated for six years.

    Esohe: We were on and off during that period because, sometimes, he’d do something to annoy me. When he did, I wouldn’t reply his letter. Eventually, his sister would beg me before I reply him. 

    Olden days ghosting. LMAO

    Esohe: But also, we thought it was wise for me to finish school, NYSC and start working before getting married. At least, that way, we’d have a stable life and could both financially contribute to the relationship. 

    Ighodalo: We lived in two different states, and I wanted to marry her before someone who lived closer could. I proposed to her at a resort with two of my friends present. She said yes, and I was so overjoyed. We got married a year later. 

    What were you doing for one year? 

    Esohe: Planning. We didn’t have a lot of money, so we didn’t want something large. In fact, we wanted to get married on a Thursday. Something low-key and intimate, but my elder brother was not having it. He asked me if I was pregnant because he didn’t understand why I’d want to get married on a Thursday. 

    In July 1994, we did the registry and traditional marriage in Ekpoma, where my father lived. It was supposed to be in June, but one of my uncle’s wives died and the burial was in June. After that, I stayed back in Ekpoma for a bit. Before I knew what was happening, my brother had started making plans for the white wedding. He’d printed the IV, secured a venue, and his wife’s mother was to cater the event. 

    Ighodalo: He did so much, so I spent my money on outfits for the wedding. I remember the shoe I bought cost ₦3,500. To put into perspective just how much I had to save for it, I was earning ₦2,800 a month. But it was worth it. The sole was made in Spain and the top was designed in Italy. I still have that shoe today.

    Esohe: We got married in August of 1994, and everything went great. It was small but very lovely. 

    Why so long between the traditional and white wedding? 

    Esohe: That’s how things were done then. People hardly did both in the same weekend. 

    Ighodalo: People could go up to a year between traditional and white weddings. 

    Esohe: After the wedding, I stayed back in Lagos, in the apartment I’d moved to while he went back to Benin to continue his job. I’d occasionally visit him, and he’d sometimes come here. During one of my visits, I saw a cultist regalia in his wardrobe. I was angry and confused because he’d told me he was no longer a cultist. 

    Ighodalo: And I wasn’t. I just never got around to getting rid of it. I’d lost interest in cultism when they started killing people.

    When we started, we had ideologies and principles, and at a time, I headed the movement to spread across academic institutions. But then, the deaths began, and I washed my hands off of it. That’s why when she asked if she could burn it, I agreed. 

    How did it feel to be married from a distance? 

    Esohe: We did long distance while we dated, so for the first year of marriage, I thought we could cope. But it was hard.

    After two years, I opened my gate one day to see him waiting for me with all his load. He told me he’d quit his job and moved Lagos. I was confused. 

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    Ighodalo: She was earning over ₦3,000 a month, which was more than what I earned. I couldn’t ask her to quit her job and stay in Benin where she’d earn less. Especially because Lagos had more opportunities. I felt it’d be easier for me to find a job that paid well than if I’d stayed in Benin. 

    Esohe: I wish he’d discussed it with me, but there was nothing I could do at that point. I opened the door for him, and we started a new phase of our life together.

    Did he get a new job? 

    Esohe: It actually took a while before he could. He tried his hands at various businesses, but hardly anything concrete came out of it. We needed to take care of ourselves and my salary wasn’t enough, so I started selling ankara, ties, shirts and all, just to make up for it. I was a secretary in a finance company, so I sold these things to my coworkers. My husband would help me market my business to some of his rich friends too. That’s how we were able to hold body. 

    We had this small white bucket in our room where we kept all the money we made. Whenever anyone needed money to go out or do anything, we’d just take from the bucket. There was a lot of transparency when it came to handling our finances. 

    Ighodalo: I didn’t like how we lived, and it frustrated me, but she was always so reassuring. Whenever one person struggled, the other picked it up. 

    Can’t imagine how stressful that must’ve been. Were there kids involved at this time?

    Esohe: No. We didn’t have our first and only child till after seven years of marriage. We never wanted a large family. My mum had nine children, and his had eight. We knew what large families were like, so we weren’t interested. 

    Ighodalo: I was content with my wife and our apartment in Lagos, but she? She was worried. 

    Esohe: It’s not like his family members were mean to me. If anything, it was my own family that made weird comments. I remember one of my elder sisters came to Lagos and refused to visit me. When I asked why, she said she doesn’t visit women without children. It hurt, but what could I do except pray and cry?

    Ighodalo: That was a very trying period for us, and she cried a lot. It broke my heart to see her this way, especially because she’s too kind. She always puts others above herself, and they took it as an opportunity to disrespect her. It made me angry. 

    What did you do about it?

    Esohe: In 1997, we had a neighbour who always came to our house to collect oil, salt and other things. One day, she came as usual, and after I gave her the oil, she told me she doesn’t think I want children. That didn’t I read the way Hannah in the Bible cried to God? That I should beg God like that. 

    When she left, I started crying. He was in the room and knew our neighbour had come, but he didn’t know what she said to me. I refused to tell him so he wore his shoes and told me he was going to her house. She must explain to him what she said to make his wife cry. 

    I didn’t want a scene so I told him, and he forbade her from stepping foot in the house again. He always had my back and refused to let people use childbirth to stress me. 

    That’s so sweet. How did pregnancy eventually go?

    Esohe: It was funny and a bit scary. Funny because he fussed a lot. I started living with my elder brother after the first trimester because I almost had a miscarriage in my third month. There were some things the doctor recommended I eat, and my sister-in-law was very happy to make them. 

    Ighodalo: The fifth month of her pregnancy, I came to carry her from their house. I wanted to be involved in the process of raising my child, even while it was still in the womb. I grew up in Edo state. Amala is not something we eat regularly, so my mother never taught me how to make it. But I learnt how to make Amala the way my wife liked it.

    Esohe: I know I got on his nerves a lot while I was pregnant. In my eighth month, I wanted to buy clothes for the naming ceremony. I went with a friend of mine to Lagos Island, but I had told my husband I was in Yaba. If he knew I was going to Lagos Island, he wouldn’t have let me. 

    As we got to the bus stop closest to my house, on our way back from the market, my legs stopped working. I don’t even remember how I got home, but they dropped me off for my husband. 

    Ighodalo: I asked her what happened and she started crying. I just boiled water to help her massage her legs. She doesn’t listen. 

    LMAO. Y’all are so cute. And the baby? 

    Esohe: She took me almost a full day to deliver. I wanted a natural birth, but I had a fibroid operation two years prior that led to keloid growth. 

    Ighodalo: I wanted to be with her while she delivered, but when they mentioned surgery, I started crying. The doctor sent me out of the room. 

    Esohe: My husband might seem intimidating physically, but he’s an emotional baby. Anything makes him cry. When our daughter was going to boarding school, this man couldn’t follow us to drop her off because he kept crying. She was even the one consoling him. 

    Ighodalo: I’m sensitive. Plus, the women in my life are much stronger than I am. 

    Esohe: Eh hen, back to the birth. Once he signed the documents for the surgery, I was out in under an hour. 

    Ighodalo: I was so happy when I held our daughter in my arms. When I left the hospital to get some things, I was telling everyone on the road that my wife just had a baby. 

    What was marriage like after the child?

    Esohe: I won’t say it was difficult, but it certainly wasn’t easy. He’d started a transportation business, and it was doing okay. I had quit my job, so I became a full-time entrepreneur. We struggled, but we had each other. 

    Ighodalo: Eventually, in 2011, I got a paid job and that made everything so much easier. My salary was expected income and we planned around it. Anything extra we made was for wants. 

    Esohe: It was from his salary we’d get feeding money, school fees and rent. The other not-so-important things came from our businesses. 

    Now, we’re in a better place financially than when we started. And I’m grateful that as things got better, he prioritised my ease and comfort. He bought me a car I liked, buys me expensive clothes and anything my heart desires. 

    Ighodalo: I made a promise to take care of her, and I’m happy I can finally do it the way I’d like. I don’t want my wife or daughter to ever lack anything. 

    Esohe: The only problem is with this new job, we’ve not lived together for up to a year. He only comes during the weekends and calls every day. I can’t wait for him to retire. 

    Ighodalo: Technology is really amazing because I get to talk to my wife every day even though we’re not physically together. My daughter even taught us how to do video calls, and we try when the network allows it. We even take selfies. 

    You people are too cute, please. Are there things your partner does you don’t like?

    Esohe: When he got this job, he had to deal with people he shouted at a lot. Sometimes, he’d bring that spirit home. My daughter cleared him, but I was calmer about it. I told him I didn’t appreciate his tone, and he corrected himself. He’d shout sometimes because he’s so organised and time conscious, but I’m not really like that. 

    Ighodalo: She’s too kind. She constantly does things that cause her stress, but she doesn’t mind. As long as whoever she’s helping is happy, she’d break one of her legs. I keep begging her to be a bit more selfish. Also, she doesn’t like the cold. I do. Right now, she’s made me put off the fan because she’s cold. 

    Esohe: But the weather is cold, why do you need the fan on? It’s because he wants to freeze me and keep me in his house. That’s why my room doesn’t have an AC. So he won’t kill me. 

    LMAO. How’d you rate your love life on a scale of 1-10?

    Ighodalo: 9.5. Nothing is perfect, but she’s as close to perfect as I can get. If I could come to this life again, I’d marry her without thinking twice. 

    Esohe: A 9.5 here too. I’m grateful I married someone so kind and sweet to me. 

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  • Hear Me Out: We Should Have More Phone Sex

    Hear Me Out is a weekly limited series where Ifoghale and Ibukun share the unsolicited opinions some people are thinking, others are living but everyone should hear.


    I like the idea of phone sex because I often find myself pitying long-distance couples. If you spend hours talking on the phone with your partner, have virtual dates and parties on Zoom, should phone sex seem that weird?

    On a Sunday morning about six months ago, I got three separate voice notes from a friend on Snapchat — a three act narration of her phone sex experience. I don’t usually consider myself an amebo, but I was eating this gist up like ewa agoyin and then asking for more.

    What had started out for my friend as a lonely evening in a hotel bed in Abuja with an admittedly big bottle of wine in the space beside her, had turned into a restless need to be touched. When it became clear her usual people were too far away to come over, she decided to browse through her FaceTime contacts for some company. That’s where she found him.

    Honestly, she didn’t even consider this guy to be a friend. He was someone she knew a long time ago who had indicated interest in her. Nothing else was special about him. At that moment when she needed to feel something, to have someone watch her and desire her in the watching, his face on her phone screen was good enough. By the time she sent me those voice notes, my friend’s wants were  satisfied.

    Phone sex, before anything else, satisfies a special kind of horny. It’s for that urgent horny. The horny that believes it’s strong enough to defeat the wahala of Nigerian networks.

    I get it — I do. I’ve found myself far away from my love interests for most of my life. At first, it was university whisking me away from my secondary school love, and later, work. Most recently, it was NYSC. Because of these, phone sex was simply where my life naturally arrived — but why exactly did I turn to it?

    Phone sex, before anything else, satisfies a specific kind of horny. It’s for that urgent horny. The horny that believes it’s strong enough to defeat the wahala of Nigerian networks and doesn’t care for all the awkwardness of purely talking someone else to the point where they satisfy their needs. And it can get awkward, I’ll admit.

    In my first experience, there were moments where we both fell silent because I didn’t know what to say. When I did speak, I was a little worried I was saying the wrong things.

    The thoughts in my head  went from “Is this what she wants to hear?” to “Should I fake a moan? Would that be obvious?” and finally, some minutes into the thick of it, “So I can join Twitter moaning competitions like this?”

    Later, when I wasn’t lowkey cringing at how thirsty two people can sound when they’re horny, I thought about how I was forced to open up. I had shared entirely new things with my partner, and this brought us closer.

    Our conversations became vast and more fluid. We’d moved past the phase of trying to figure out what we couldn’t say in the relationship, and suddenly we could talk about sex without holding back. I felt like our relationship had reached the next level.

    My desire to keep my partner interested forces me to become vulnerable. When I fear I’m about to kill the vibe, the only thing left to do is to become explicit about what I want to see, feel or hear. My least favourite thing about phone sex — the part where I worry about saying something so boring, my partner starts to roll their eyes  — is also the part I need the most.

    Another great thing about phone sex is the way it can turn just about anybody into a listener. If you’re worried your partner isn’t paying attention to you, let me tell you about the give and take energy in phone sex.

    Like with all sex, there’s very little fulfilment if your partner is not interested. Though, the stakes are much higher with phone sex. It’s tough to fake interest behind a screen from many miles away; you’ll really need to listen to what your partner enjoys.

    I was curious about whether I was the only person who sometimes found it awkward, and so I went around asking.

    Someone told me on WhatsApp: “If I’m not comfortable with the person or not in the mood, then shit, it’s probably going to suck. There’s no point.”

    And another friend on iMessage: “I was sometimes confused about what he was saying, but it wasn’t all bad once I got into it. The problem was that I wasn’t always into it. But video calls and voice notes work like magic!”

    The cool thing about phone sex is there are so many ways it can happen: over texts, voice call, video call, whatever you and your partner find most comfortable. Just because they’re not in the same room as you doesn’t mean you have to pocket your desires and go to bed.

    Thinking back to those three voicenotes, I remember my friend swearing that the best part of phone sex is the hunger.

    “I love that my partner thinks my body is such a turn on, even if they can’t touch me at that moment. Sometimes, it helps to build momentum for when you actually get to see the person.” I agree with this, especially when I remember the times my in-person sexual experiences started off over phone calls.

    I’m single now and about 16 hours away from my current love interest. Whether or not they’ll eventually love me back (don’t ask me about this) is uncertain, but I plan to bring up phone sex if we ever take things forward. Because I know for sure that I might be on the move again soon, and my horny will likely come along with me. If you’re like me, young and unsettled — hear me out — you might want to read this again.


    Hear Me Out is a brand new limited series from Zikoko, and you can check back every Saturday by 9 a.m. for new episodes from Ifoghale and Ibukun.

  • 16 Struggles Nigerians In Long Distance Relationships Can Relate To

    1. You and bae start a long distance relationship but you’re happy because you’ll have your own space and time.

    You didn’t know it was going to really suck.

    2. When you need a hug after a really long day but bae lives 1000km away.

    It’s not cheating if I hug my gate man abi?

    3. When they annoy you but can’t see how angry you are.

    You’re lucky I can’t slap you through the phone.

    4. When you’re trolling bae via text and they take it personal.

    Na wa o, small play?

    5. When you miss them and have to wait 6 months before getting to see them again.

    I’m not crying.

    6. You, when other people talk about hanging out with their bae.

    Let’s hear word abeg.

    7. When you go out with your friends and they bring their significant other.

    Why evils?

    8. When you want to drive all the way to surprise bae and you see the price of fuel.

    My chest!

    9. When you spend 3000 Naira recharge card on the phone with them in one night and it’s not enough.

    Na wa o.

    10. When you had to wait till 12am to talk to them during the time of free night calls.

    Sleep is for the baeless.

    11. You, when bae is turning up without you.

    It’s not your fault.

    12. When bae starts getting close to the boy/girl they told you not to worry about.

    I’m coming to carry my thing abeg.

    13. How you try hard to fight sleep when skyping with them because you’re not going to see their real face in a while.

    I’m awake, my eyes are just closing on their own.

    14. When you check your data balance after skyping with them.

    Hay God!

    15. When you find out you’re going to see them soon.

    My heart!

    16. You, the next time you see bae.

    Yas!