Tunde and Edward have known each other since secondary school, and have since become the best of friends. Over the years, they’d more than sewn their wild oats, and now in their early thirties, Edward has decided to settle down with Daisy, one of his ‘steadies.’

“She’s a damn cute, intelligent girl,” Tunde had said, “and has a god job with a communications company.

As a matter of fact, Eddy confessed that it was because of her fat salary that he made up his mind to settle down with her. ‘It’s like an insurance,’ he explained then, winking mischievously at me. ‘If anything happens to the marriage, God forbid, then Daisy would have no problems looking after any kids we would have had on her own.’

Tunde is a friend’s younger brother and is always tapping my brain on how to cope with some of his thorny relationships. I told him he seemed to care more about Daisy being hurt, than his friend having a committed marriage to her.’

‘Are you in love with Daisy yourself’, I teased him. “No way,” he assured me, “but she’s a decent girl with impeccable family background. Unfortunately, Eddy seems to group all girls in the same class; nookie materials. He’s planning to get married, but, recently at the club, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when a well-endowed lady walked in. ‘Wouldn’t it be nice to get a load of those in your mouth?’, he panted, starting rudely at her breasts.

“He really irritated me. I warned him he shouldn’t be looking at other women now he was serious about Daisy. ‘Daisy is okay but she isn’t a 36DD like the one who just walked in,’ he said cockily. He then proceeded to lecture me on how to grade all females, bragging that he had a highly sophisticated marks – out of 10 system. When I asked him how Daisy scored, he said slyly: ‘only seven for looks but she certainly makes up for the short-fall in the bedroom, on top of which she’s a damn good cook.’

“I was curious about his ‘rating’ method and needed him to tell me more. ‘And what’s Daisy getting from you?’, I asked him. ‘Don’t be silly,’ he snorted, ‘I’m good looking, have a good job and a pad to die for. Maybe you should know yourself that even when a guy has a good cook at home, an occasional buka stuff wouldn’t come amiss! If you care to know, Daisy is working late today and Mulikat will be waiting for me in her flat. She knows nothing about my impending marriage and there’s nothing like a quick nookie when you can get away with it…’


“I was really intrigued at how his pompous brain worked. ‘What does marriage mean to you then?’, I asked him. He proceeded to lecture me as if I were a moron. He said: ‘Girls are a bit like footwear. You have your old-reliable trainers that get you everywhere and there’s no danger of their being stolen when you’re having a shower at the gym. Trainers are comfortable and reliable like Daisy. Your special Italian shoes pinch a lot and aren’t for special occasions…’ .

“Not long after we had this conversation, I was a guest at their flat for dinner. As Daisy ran around serving her usual delicious meals, she still had the grace to look the elegant lady she is. ‘I would give her an eight not a seven’, I told Eddy. ‘Hey! Watch it!’, he snapped, ‘take your eyes off my woman.’


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