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? What does being a Yoruba demon mean? I have asked around, I got different answers, but the common answer I got was "Heartbreakers". How true is that ?, I heard from multiple sources that Yoruba men enjoy hurting women and cheating and breaking hearts and that they are so stingy and selfish in everything they do. It is funny, I know, but it is a subject that really interests me. Okay, fine, it is a terrible form of stereotyping, but how true is that ?. I also heard that Igbo men on the other hand are perfect men, perfect husbands, perfect boyfriends and well, better lovers .           The only glitch in all these perfection is the fact that they tend to deny pregnancies more than the average Yoruba dem..err men. Also Igbo men will prefer stay home mothers, they like to have their food ready when they get home from work, they like to be the providers, this is what some women like, but what of the few women who actually want to work and not stay home cooking all day? Well

    And I waited and oh how I longed to hear his voice, to listen to his explanation, of course I was so angry as well, I was going to give him a piece of my mind, but I knew I was also going to forgive him, I was already in love with this man.     I figured work was so stressful and he was under a lot of pressure and he totally forgot to call, or maybe he lost his phone, or he got mugged, I mean it's not uncommon in this country, right?, oh what if he had been killed! And his body was lying in a ditch somewhere, I imagined his last thoughts where about me, too much to expect? Oh well I gave up my ghoulish thoughts and focused on my school work and my friend and mom. Easier said than done.     Uju and I returned back to school on Monday morning, I had a free lecture period- the professor had at the last minute decided that he needed a new haircut, yes hard to believe, I know- but that's how it was and I was honestly really glad for the time, I needed to think, I wasn't re

BEING THE OTHER WOMAN...diary of a mistress (2) I met Chief Olanrewaju Ademola, about three years ago, I was in the second semester of my third year in the university, I still hadn't met anyone I was interested in, don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with me, I am a really beautiful woman, and I did have some guys interested in me, 'toasters' as we called them, I just didn't find any of them appealing to my standards, I saw myself as really important, my wonderful father (of blessed memory) always told me "You are perfect, you are very beautiful and special, you are unique and the world might not understand you but do not let them change you or break you, you are stubborn but you have lots of love to give, do not change for anyone".     I remember the day he said that to me, I had just been in an argument with one of my teachers in Bright Stars nursery and primary school, she had written down some acronyms on the board and we were supposed to find

BEING THE OTHER WOMAN- diary of a mistress (1) Let me introduce myself, my name is Akunna Olumide, I am a yoruba-igbo lady living in Lagos, I am currently in service to Nigeria, I live alone as my dad is late and my mom lives back in my hometown of illorin in Kwara state, I am an only child. You might think my introduction unnecessary but I have just opened this diary and it is going to be for my eyes only until I die, then it can be giving out to my great grand kids or published or whatever, I wouldn't care, would I? Who am I kidding, do I actually think I'll have such a fulfilled life? Having not just kids but grand kids and great grand kids? Right now, the point I am at in my life, I very much doubt that. Don't get me wrong, I am quite happy, I am comfortable, I have everything I want as a lady, or so I think, I have great friends, my mom is old but loves me, what else can a girl need?.     Let me back up a little, I was born 26 years ago to Mr Titus Olumide and Mrs C