Not everyone is enjoying this Valentine's day.. .

Don't overthink when I say that I had a great weekend. Surprisingly it was not even as a result of anything extraordinary or one of those expensive sit outs. The fact that I was eager to face a new day after the whole experience got me thinking and reaching out for my device to enable me put my thoughts down and gladly share it with you all.  NIB Special Valentine Season   Feel the Magic Here I have never given much thought to the adage: laughter is the best medicine. With Covid-19 refusing to leave us alone, the tradition of attending comedy events now seems like a suicide mission. Besides, laughing behind a face mask just no make sense. 

PREVIOUSLY Regrettably, several young people are still battling with sexual and reproductive health challenges resulting from practicing unhealthy sexual behaviors, having multiple sexual partners, early involvement in sexual activities and failure to protect themselves and their sexual and reproductive health. These were choices made last year during this season or several years ago and the resultant infections have become terminal simply because of these wrong choices and failure to discover the early signs and seek professional help.

  I saw the flyer attached to this post and it prompted me to write this article.  There's no doubting the fact that mother's should be celebrated. That is not my focus tonight.  My aim or better still, the intent of this article is to refute the myth that sexuality and celebration of lover's day is NOT for the older adults. I will ignore the fact that the flyer referred to only ladies and rivert my attention on the widely accepted genders (male and female). Do not worry, t his will not be a long article since I want to believe that the flyer is only a joke, But since it is being circulated online, I think my comment might ease someone's spiking anxiety. 

We were examining scenarios that could trigger a lack of self worth in us during this season. You can read the previous episode here . So my question is:  Will your life end after the 14th of February?  I know your answer is NO! GOD FORBID! So, please remind me again; why are you feeling depressed this season? 

Hello, I am a beautiful, smart and adorable Naija girl in my mid twenties who is PROUDLY SINGLE. I broke up with my bf last year (thank God) and I'm still not ready to hook up with any random guy. Simple English; I'm ready to wait for my true love. See, I laugh whenever I see all the bf/gf Val jokes implying; that day is mostly for "lovers". Seriously who says you need a partner to be alive or celebrate love? My church is planning a love feast only for married couples on that day and I was like; WHAT!? Where's it written that one must be married to be happy or celebrate Val's day?

This Nigerian man thinks having a Valentine's day is overrated... Nikky, I have decided to share my thoughts on Valentine's day Celebration with you. Don't take this the wrong way, as much as I love  how most Nigerians celebrate Valentine's Day, I sincerely do not think we should be celebrating it the way we do in this country. In fact I think Nigerians love copying everything foreign. We too like copy and paste joor! I'm fed up with the idea of people exerting all their energy just to impress a supposed loved one on a day someone else decided should be special. To make matters worse, the story about St. Valentine is vague and shrouded in mystery. In my opinion, my better half and I deserve to pick a day we consider special. We should not be bullied into accepting February 14th as Lovers’ Day.

Nikky my story is quite long please share it okay, thank you. As a young lady, I had this dream of falling inlove with a friend and settling down with him. That was my heart's desire until my parents shared their grand plan with me. I was introduced to my husband's family a month before our wedding. My father's new friend and business partner had approached him to discuss their future prospects. Without any objection, my father consented to the idea of uniting the two families and a date was fixed for the wedding of their only children. When I was informed, I went mad with rage and refused to marry a stranger. However, with my mum crying every day due to my refusal, I finally consented to marry a man I never loved. When my would be husband returned to the country, we met for the first time at our family house. We sat across from each other for long minutes without uttering a word. He looked calm and young. Probably few years older than I but I didn't have

Bam Bam hurriedly pulled on her shoes, got down from the car and rushed to the rear to confirm her fears. Her eyes widened as the reality hit her. Yes she was right. The wide dent on her bumper sent shock waves down her spine.  "My car!"  She gasped wishing her eyes were deceiving her. "Woow! I'm very sorry madam." A masculine voice said behind her. Bam Bam turned to meet the gaze of a ruffled middle aged man who looked like he had not slept in days. She noticed his unkempt look as her brain tried to calculate his net worth. "You are sorry? You drove into my car and you are sorry? Are you blind or drunk? What were you thinking?!" "Sorry ma. It wasn't intentional. I don't even know how this happened."  He scratched his wild looking hair and Bam Bam took a step away from him. The man looked crazy and his old car begged for maintenance. She looked around for help but the few cars plying the lonely route o

Welcome to the month of love. As usual we will have fun on NIB  so don't go nowhere... May this month bring you Joy, peace, financial breakthrough, more contracts and lots of love. #loveintheair

Pic credit: wordpress.com I held back my tears as we kissed for the last time. He held on, I held on. The longing in his eyes called out to my soul. It had being a sizzling week, a week of not being the boring attorney who had no life outside the walls of the courtroom, the frigid Mary who never had time for fun.   It was a week of being Paula Banks; the single, fun loving air hostess who was on vacation for the first time since she got her job. Paula who could walk down the beach of a glorious and romantic Island naked; the limitless Paula who danced all night, sang like a bird, hiked fiercely, loved softly and never got high from rounds of liquor with him; the stranger I met at the bar on my first night at the hotel. His name was Brian. A business man who needed a break from work. A work and life he was not eager to reveal to a Paula. 

Soucre:thea.care I fell in love again but it was the hard way. That kick was different and precise. Our trip to the hospital the previous day was futile as the doctor had sent us back for reasons I could not understand. I rubbed my stomach as I tried to get up from our garden chair. Another kick and suddenly I felt a strange sensation running down my legs followed closely by another sharp pain. I screamed out for my husband. He rushed out and gave me the most disorientated look I had ever seen. He didn't know what to do with, to or for me. All the tutorial on how to assist your wife during labor flew out of his head. It felt like someone was twisting my guts and would not let go. Before I knew it, I was drowning in my own fluid. I screamed again, out of fear and grabbed my husband by the shirt. I can remember yelling at him; " Nnamdi what have you done to me! " A bang on the door distracted me and he slipped away. He came back with Mama Ejiro, our nosey, I

I said yes Nikky. I said yes yes yes to his proposal. We had friends in common and eventually became just friends. Somehow, he became my motivator, confidant, comedian, my fresh juice business sponsor and adviser (since I didn't have a job, he encouraged me to start something and I did). When his office transferred him to another city, he became my telephone pal and although I was forming no feelings because i knew he would never be mine, I still  couldn't help but trip for this remarkable gentleman.

Pic credit: essence.com We met December last year through a friend. By the second week, he was inlove so I fell in love too. Their firm had downsized so he had lost his job before we met. Since I have a comfortable job and my needs are few I didn't mind. I promised to be on the lookout for vacancies. Ten days to Christmas he was off the radar. I could not reach him on his mobile number. I drove to his house and met him miserable. He had lost his phone and could not afford a befitting phone. It was way out of his financial league. I was inlove and had money to spare, so we rushed to a shop. He loved my Samsung Galaxy so I got him one that was slightly higher and more expensive than mine. He was happy again, drove me back and borrowed my car keys for the weekend. By the second week of January he was back with another tale. This time he was attacked by bandits. They cleared his house of all furniture and he could not replace because a friend he lent some money had refused to

pxhere.com The voice over the phone line was strange. He was yelling but I could make out his words. He had ordered me to head towards the car park to save the owner of the phone. I cannot remember what happened next, but I found myself running towards the parking lot at an alarming speed, barefoot with my phone still in my grip . I  noticed the crowd of onlookers when I had gotten closer. By the time I got close enough to peer at whatever they were staring at with obvious dread, I was gasping for air . It was hard, but I managed to shove and push my way to the center of the commotion. That was when I saw him.

We are starting this season with Hilda's story...sit back, put up your feet and enjoy it...

They said time is supposed to heal all wounds, but not mine. You were still new and the memories of celebrating your arrival are still fresh. I was told to let you go. I was told you would hurt me, yet all I wanted was to bond with you. To flaunt our union, to dance on the streets with you. How am I supposed to live without you? Where do I start from? It has been two hours and thirty minutes that you have been gone and I am still fighting down the tears threatening to mess up my makeup. Watching you shattered, forlorn and alone was my worst nightmare. This void can never be filled by any like you. We were perfect together and nothing could have prepared me for this loss. I loved you above all others. My heart is indeed broken. Nobody can patch the broken seams. Damn it! I don’t want you patched. I want you whole again but it is too late and yes, albeit so soon, I have to move on.

With the recession pulling the pants off people, i sincerely feel that nobody deserves the additional pressure that goes with this season. A real lover makes every day Valentine’s Day which is why i find it hard to accept the concept of driving me insane for 364 days only to buy a gigantic gift on a particular day in the name of Valentines day. Love or like should be celebrated every day and nobody should put a price on love. However, if you feel that your love deserves a p rice tag and your better half should be crucified for not conforming to the trend or meeting up with your expectations of Valentine’s Day, then you have a long way to go. Just remember that the treasures and luxuries of life can never be compared to a smile ignited by true love.

photo credit: movemag.co.za I have never celebrated Vals day with any special man before. Vals day for me always  started and ended either with destitutes, motherless children or prayer sessions in church. I am what people call a church girl. My friends would drag me to events in the hope that I would get a suitor, but it never worked out. I was never relaxed at such events. Many tried to arrange men for me, but somehow these men had different values from mine. Don't get me wrong dear, you know I am sociable and not ugly nor deformed. I am a very active, fun loving, beautiful and resourceful woman. But all I ever wanted was a man who would lead me to God and not away from him.Years sped by and yet nothing happened. I got tired of sewing asoebi for others. I would wet my pillows at night with my tears, it was as if God had forgotten me. I was not getting younger and somehow my body was beginning to yearn for things only a man could give.

Nikky mine is not a long story, but a testimony. Some years back, I went on an outing with my girlfriends. It was a public holiday and we hung out at many places. Finally we decided to end the day at the pool side of a popular guest house. I knew next to nothing about swimming but they convinced me to hire a bikini and chill beside the pool. There was a small pool party going on that day and being girls, we were invited to join the party. The music was loud, the party was rocking and before long my girls were whisked away by some guys.The pool was empty as everybody was dancing and singing along to the latest beat. I didn't feel like dancing.  My legs were in the water, I was having fun videoing with my phone, splashing water and sipping from a bottle I was offered. I didn't know what was inside, but I liked how the liquid made me feel. Till today, I still have no idea what