Building on our discussion about love so far, having already talked about theories and experiences, I thought it would be a good time to talk about fact i.e the biological science of love that underlies some of this confusion. To do this, I have decided to share with you

On that note, here's another callback to an old article. Namely, Becoming Jaded. It's the piece I wrote last year explaining the oft come disappointments of dating, and urging women to keep the faith in love despite them. Well, since I wrote that article, I have come to realise two

I stumbled upon this meme some time ago, and as soon as I saw it, I thought to myself: "True! That is exactly what women want!" Then I immediately thought of the movie by the same name: What Women Want, and it occurred to me that for all

Some of you may remember my article about "Becoming Jaded" written around this time last year. In summary, it was about how men go about breaking women's hearts because they are driven by powerful libidos; the emotional damage this causes, and how it may eventually lead the women

Sometime last year, I stumbled upon an article originally written by Fu-Zu Jen for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal and it was titled: Ode to the Nice Guys. As I read the article, I began to feel a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. A feeling of being appreciated, and of being

I have to say that I agree with Wole Oguntokun in that what women want, or more specifically what women want from men, is a man who will enable them to be what they want to be. Unfortunately for both sexes, neither of us quite knows what that is until

Recently, my father hosted a meeting for the Government College Ibadan (GCI) Old Boys Association of which he is a member. To this meeting came the wife of one of the old boys - Mrs. Lola Otulayo who worked alongside my mother back when they were in the Minaj Broadcasting

One night many years ago, I remember being on the phone with the love of my life a dear friend of mine during one of our many deep and long conversations, when the topic somehow drifted to love. I remember saying that I couldn't understand how boys like myself ( I