I know a couple of men started muttering when they came across this topic: “what is up with Pamela and these kinds of topics?”. Yes, I know I have approached this topic from several tangents in different write ups -”men like wolves, small house problem etc”.

A couple of years ago, one of my friends happened to pour out the contents of her bag in my presence. Apart from the usual knick knacks that normally exists in a woman’s purse, i.e , cosmetics, floss, a pack of gum, keys, etc was also some condoms.

I have wanted to write on this topic for some time now but I waited because I wanted to approach this topic in a way that is beneficial to all.

Many African women grew up with the idea that the man did all the chasing while the woman did the waiting or played the role of the shy one that didn’t want to be disturbed. We all grew up reminding ourselves that being too forward was frowned upon.

A long, long time ago, in the hot throes of passion, lust and love, I played with the idea of moving in with my partner. He lived more than 10 hours driving distance away from where I lived and I was sick and tired of the whole commuting.

Does it lie in the way I hold myself or the actions that I take? Last night, I got a chance to tell one of my stories to a friend of mine, after laughing his head off at my naivety and calling me a bush girl - he then proceeded to tell me that the material was an aphrodisiac and that I should have felt worked up to perform.

I have had the pleasure of talking to a couple of men from different ethnicities (Black, White, Asian, Latino) and it seems that the common consensus is that they really aren’t a fan of all that lingerie.

I have to admit that my biological clock hasn’t started ticking yet. I really do not know when it will but not soon o…biko!! Anyways sha, the other day I watched a great Nolly Wood movie called, “behind closed doors” featuring RMD, Stella Damascus and Desmond Elliot. As some people know, I am a fan [...]