Davetula Konsult

A few days back, Abdul, a lawyer was travelling by train from Abuja to Kaduna. He's had a fantastic day at the Supreme Court. He was feeling on top of the world. It's good to be a lawyer and to practice law, he reasoned. . When the train left the Idu Terminal, He was alone in the First Class Coach.. Sometime later, a Beautiful lady came and sat in the opposite berth! Abdul was pleasantly Happy The lady kept smiling at him... This made him even Happier Then she went and sat next to him.... Abdul was bubbling with Joy She then leaned towards him and whispered in his ear... "Hand over all your cash, cards and mobile phone to me , else I will shout loudly and tell everybody that you are harassing and misbehaving with me" Abdul stared blankly at her . He took out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag and wrote "I am sorry, I can not hear or speak. Please write on this paper whatever you want to say" The lady wrote everything she said earli...

Arit was having a relaxed conversation with her boy friend, Jide in her bedroom when she heard some disturbing movements in her living room. Alarmed it could be armed robbers, she shushed Jide and hurried to bolt the bedroom door. Before she could, however, the door flew open. revealing an angry man looking fit to murder! “My heart sank and I became afraid for my life and .Jide’s”, confessed Arit. For the man who just stormed her bedroom was Moses. her married lover of 10 years with whom she had a son. Yet, when she first met Moses. her older friends were a bit skeptical about the relationship. Arit was already in her late 20s. and feared she would be left on the shelf. so she opted for second best. Over the years. she’d had her chances at love. had even been engaged to a man she later jilted because he wasn’t as educated as she was. Moses was all she wanted in a man – only he was married with children. But. he spoilt her rotten. moved her into a bigger flat and helped her get ...

Sofola AUGUSTA is in her 60s, middle class and seemingly contented except for the torn in her flesh – the destruction of her daughter’s self-worth by the monster she was married to. Here, she tells her story: “December 19, 2004, was a Friday. I know this because it is a date etched deeply and painfully in my memory. My husband and I came home from a party to find the answer-phone message that would change my life for ever. ‘Mum, please call. I’ve been attacked.’ It was my eldest daughter, then 29, speaking in a trembling whisper. “I frantically dialled her number and could scarcely take in what she told me: her husband had thrown her down the stairs in a drunken rage. She had phoned me after barricading herself in the bedroom with her two children. But where was I? Five hundred miles away, living at the other end of the country. And I hadn’t even been at home to take her desperate call. Many is the time I have chastised myself for going out and for not living closer. Inste...

Everything happened so suddenly, so unexpected. As I lay on the small hospital bed, in the little white painted room, waiting for the summon to surrender my body to the surgeon’s knives, everything began reeling out before me. Both sounds and pictures, just as in the movies. I had this strange feeling that my life had come to an end. An abrupt one at that, for this was not the way I had always envisioned myself exiting this world. Somehow, I had over the years been convinced that my exit would be all planned out and carefully executed. I will  then  peacefully slip or sleep out. But circumstances at that moment, that fateful rainy Tuesday afternoon, on the 7th day of June, meant  that I had been wrong all this while. The dream that I would  have all the time and wherewithal to set my house in order before I die now seemed exactly what it was, a dream. The opportunity to make restitutions, reconciliations, renunciations and re-dedications appeared to have d...

In times gone by, in the real traditional African setting, it was the responsibility of parents to find suitors for their children. Marriage was considered a very important institution, a lifelong contract all things being equal. Families on both sides conducted investigations on the intending partners and even their family members and history before consenting to proposal. It was not often that one heard of cases where young men and women were allowed to bring home partners of their choices in the name of falling in love. But times have since changed and all that is considered old fashioned now. As young people, we believe we are now more educated, enlightened, exposed and knowledgeable than our parents in almost all spheres of life, including sourcing potential life partners. We go through a period we call dating or courtship depending on which fancy word we want to use, insisting that we have good knowledge of each other and we go ahead to seal what we consider the best deals ...

THE GUYMAN AT THE BAR LAST NIGHT . Canice A certain frosh youngman, I choose to call him, Guyman, walks into a beer parlour and orders for a bottle of beer and a plate of peppersoup. Then he turned around and saw me taking same peppersoup and bottle of malt with a friend. A joking tantrum ensued; "Nna, this one You dey with malt for this kain place, your head no strong for beer?" I actually didn't have a suitable answer for him cos obviously, I was odd in the mix, So I only managed a shy smile. . Then the guyman took his game on to another level. Admiring the salesgirl in the shop, he asked her if she has eaten. The girl should be used to it, So she asked if there is "better" for her... The guyman took it up from there and ordered for more peppersoup and beer, just for her. Excitedly, the girl arranged her order near her table, popped open her beer and took a deep sip in a way that suggests she is damn thirsty. 0n seeing this, her madam hailed h...

IT was supposed to be one  of these common-place  flings that married men have all of the time but when Banky embarked on his a few years ago, it changed the course of his life, and his family’s for ever. According to him: “I was one of the early casualties of the so-called current economic crunch. I lost my job when the small company I worked for pruned its staff to just six. I was the accountant, and my misfortune happened just about when the bi-annual rent of our flat was due and I couldn’t pay up. In the end my parents-in-law agreed to accommodate us … in their home until I found a job. “My father-in-law eventually found a job for me in one of these sophisticated hotels on the Island. The owner happens to be his very good friend and I was to double as personnel manager along with my accounting job. I often mingled with other members of staff at the bar during our less busy periods and became friendly with one of the waitresses. She’s a bubbly and pretty girl with a ...