Online flirting seems to be the new norm amongst many users of smart phones and tablet PCs. Preliminary data shows that not only is flirting online and infidelity very close to becoming our “new norm,” it’s often tolerated within relationships.

I believe that a large number of the people who flirt online know that it is not something they would want their partner to find out and that many people resist the urge to flirt online because they do want to remain faithful.

It is interesting, however, to point out that some people that I have spoken to think that flirting online is okay, and one has to wonder if they are kidding themselves. I mean, would they really be comfortable if their partner was doing the same thing?

While some may feel uncomfortable with this piece, it is very understandable because our society frowns at public discussions or expression of anything considered sexual. So my apologies in advance if you are among those that due to some fable have closed minds.

Growing up as a teenager, I was so fascinated about women’s breasts. I had always imagined about how it feels to caress those soft, delicate, sensitive mounds of skin. I fantasized about having my mouth around that darker patched ring of colour called the aureole. Needless to say that huge nipples has always been a massive turn-on especially when seen through a light fabric.

It was many many years later that I had the opportunity of savouring the heavenly feeling of what has become my favourite body part of a woman. I may not be a gynecologist, but I have come to the realization that the breast is sensitively and delicately made and therefore should need utmost care from women and their partners alike.

I followed a friend to their church for a child dedication service yesterday. The periphery of the church was nicely adorned with beautiful flowers; the aesthetics of the inside of the church was breathtaking. The choir was made up of pretty cleavage-baring ladies. In fact the church has swag. I was impressed.

When I first saw the presiding pastor coming out with panache for the service, I had to pinch myself to be sure I wasn’t in a cinema; I wanted to be like him. He was nothing short of a Nollywood celebrity – clean-carved fried greasy hair, Armani shirt and suit, St. Michael’s tie, Cartier wrist watch, Wrangler belt, and…ermm…I don’t remember the designer of his shoes. No doubt he has taste.

Later in the service, I guess the Pastor realized that he was unto a big game that Sunday because they were so many new faces, most of them women with well arranged booties that were neatly tucked away in pencil skirts or trousers – I couldn’t help but notice it. My friend works at a top new generation bank.

I have done a few things as a youngster that I am not proud of. In those days, come what may, I will always end up in the top 5 of the class. But that term was different, I with my pals played more than the usual added that we just started smoking and drinking (alcohol) for the first time. Nothing else was important.

About few days to the commencement of the term’s examination, it suddenly dawned on us that we were on our way to failure. We jostled and scrambled to read, but had no clue of what we should even be reading. Then confusion came when Martin suggested we try ‘alternative method’ to ensure we don’t flunk the exam.

Martin is this kind of guy that… errmmm….you can’t resist liking once you meet him, but while you are at it, deep down in your guts you will always feel that there is something ominous about him. He is handsome with a boyish face, petit and so soft-spoken that he literally drags his words forcing you to help him complete them. But Martin was boss and bad!

The lecture was going on, but my mind was somewhere else, if not that the lecturer was Dr. Orji I could have left the hall, but you dare not pick your nose let alone sneeze when he was in class. As he was dropping his chalk, I sprang to my feet, walked briskly and once out of the class, I ran to the bus stop, jumped into the next available taxi and headed back to my office.

Ordinarily, it usually takes about 15 minutes to get to my office, but not that day. A route not used to heavy traffic suddenly had a ‘go slow’. I began to sweat, sweat droplets falling from my forehead with each matching of the brake by the driver; but I was determined to ‘hold it together.’

I always see them run to the school farm at the back of our classroom, I didn’t quite get what they were up to. But because Kizito was involved, I knew they must be up to something mischievous. Out of curiosity, I tracked them to the school farm one day. In what appears to be a small clearing in the farm, I saw the five of them, pants pulled down, measuring ruler in their hands, as I drew closer, I observed that Kizito was measuring the length of their penises.

We were in JSS 1, but we already recognized the enormous ego that comes with the size of one’s phallus. The next time I saw Kizito leading another set of boys to the farm, I followed them with betted anticipation with my ruler in my back pocket. I was glad when mine was measured and proclaimed to be “standard” size (LOL…whatever that means.) Kizito advised me to be applying some spatter of local gin or alcohol on my pubic areas to facilitate the growth of hairs around that patch. An advice I ignorantly heeded.

Most adulterous countries in the world – Even though ‘Thou shalt not commit adultery’ is one of the commandments, many people cheat on their partner. This is happening every day all over the world. According to exhaustive surveys conducted by Durex Condoms and online dating sites, here are the 10 most adulterous nations in the world.

10) Finland (36 %)

One citizen of Finland said that sex in Finland is viewed as a positive experience. Technically people do not cheat in Finland. They just have a parallel relationship. Well! I would not suggest that you try this one on your partner! One in five married men in this northern European nation is likely to have had affairs with at least 10 women.

9) United Kingdom (36 %

People residing in the UK are at the lower end of the European infidelity rate. This is one evidence of Anglo-Saxon Puritanism in the UK views of morality. Also about half the respondents who had cheated regret their actions. However, only common people were surveyed. If the affairs of the members of the Royal family were to be included, UK would have moved a few notches up.

Nobody likes missing Prof. Kim’s lecture for any reason. The classroom was packed to the rafters, dead silence as Prof. Kim makes an exposé on “Ubiquitous Government.” Then a baby coughed, another cough, followed by intermittent bouts of cries, heads with malevolent eyes turned towards Tricia demanding without speaking that she take her baby out of the lecture hall.

She grabbed her baby who was by then seriously wailing, walked half way thro…ugh the hall, then stopped suddenly and made a U-turn to her seat. As about 30 something starring pair of eyes followed her to her seat, she stunned them by whipping out her breast in a swift and started breastfeeding her baby. Amusingly, her baby stopped crying and was scratching her head and raising her tiny legs as she feeds.

WHEN John met Judith, it seemed clear that they were a perfect match. Both were devout Christians. He was a widower, she a divorcee. After finding each other on an online dating site in May 2015, they exchanged heartfelt e-mails. John, an interior designer from London, wanted to meet in person but had travelled to South Africa for his father’s funeral. While there, he was robbed and defaulted on an expensive design contract. Judith stumped up £140,000 ($175,000) before realising that she had been scammed: “John” was the invention of a fraudster.

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