Davetula Konsult

IT’S amazing what topic crops up, when you’re having girlie night with no man giving his unsolicited ‘expert’ views. A couple of weeks ago, we all got together at a friend’s place, having a good gossip amidst delicious food and well-chilled booze. The topic eventually centred around sex – the fast and furious kind. “There’s nothing like an impromptu bonk to keep the adrenalin pumping,” Felicia chipped in. She was a very sensual lady and is not embarrassed to admit it. We instantly switched attention to her. Had she had one herself? “Who hasn’t, if you’re all going to be honest,” she said. “One occasion came to mind. It was when I was separated from my husband and Philip, one of his friends who I couldn’t really stand, started being really hostile to me whenever we ran into each other. He knew I hated him and he pretended he didn’t give a toss. Until the evening he dropped by to pick a valued book of his in the house that my husband hadn’t returned. I reluctantly let him in so he c...

Sofola, Show-stopper weddings are a delight any day. They should be. They have gulped millions of naira not to talk of the stress both families have to go through before the D-day. Matters are made worse by the wedding planners who tell you how lavish the wedding should be, and give you elaborate innovations the young couple never even thought of! Decades back, weddings were a far cry from what they now are—as expenses go. Couples rarely lived together and after the wedding, there was the excitement of moving in with your new partner and living together for the first time. These days, however, the newly-weds have had the ‘looking’ and there isn’t much to look forward to. Dora, who got married less than a year ago, in an extravagant ceremony, confesses that she is not so sure she wants to stay married. Part of the problem with this type of wedding is that there is no way the actual marriage can match the excitement of planning and actually executing an elaborate wedding. She says,...

Arebi, What would you do for survival? How low can you stoop to conquer? What would you do to achieve your dreams, secure and sustain that job, put food on that table, or get that position you so desire?I met Elizabeth, now 32 and working in one of the new generation banks on contract, roughly about six years ago. Fresh from University and a humble, religious background, Lizzy as we fondly call her had come to live in the neighbourhood with her uncle and was eager to take on the world. Very respectful and ready to assist, we were one of the few she gave her CV to while job hunting. She never fails to narrate her first baptism of fire which jolted her to the reality of the employment market and the precarious working environment many young female Nigerians have to navigate in order to become responsible citizens.  Though she insists she has not been swayed from her chosen path, Lizzy believes the crushing economic situation is leaving many young people, including males little o...

Canice, My hands were quivering. We were already at the restaurant waiting for her. Jude could see that I was tensed. So he suggested I took some alcohol to calm my nerves. My head no too strong for alcohol but I gats do something before this girl meets me this way. So we called the attendant to give us star, otherwise known as Shine-Shine Bobo. Oh well, it should have been I alone, but Jude needed his' too. That dealt with the cash I had. 800 Naira has been reduced to 560 Naira. A bottle of star was 120 Naira then. E don tey sha. . Now I seem more confident. But I can feel the environment moving awkwardly in my eyes. "Jude, I tell you say alcohol no dey good for me. This one wey every table for this restaurant don start to dey move so... Hmmm" Jude re-assured me with his usual subtle jokes. . Then arrived our August visitor. Edidiong was her name. I met her at the hospital where I and Jude went to attend to his sick mum. She ended up giving me her mu...

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...