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Point That Finger at Yourself!

“The problem is that once a woman hears the two words ‘I do’, her attitude changes” he said to me matter-of-factly in response to my question “why do you think men cheat on their wives?” I was having this interesting conversation with Mr. Brian (not his real name) who had been married for over 15 years and well…has apparently had his fair share of extra-marital affairs. For me, this was an opportunity to take a walk in the mind of a type of man many of us are quick to judge – the cheating spouse. While I do not agree with everything Mr. Brian said, he made a number of valid points that I’d like to share. Of course he places 80% of the blame of the cheating husband on the woman. His premise is that once a man marries a woman, the woman’s attitude changes because she believes she has conquered him. She often abandons the precedents that she had set before marriage, forgetting that those old habits were the very reason the man married her.

I have come to realize that in life, we are almost ALWAYS in competition whether consciously or unconsciously.Check out the following definition of competition from The Merristem-Webster Dictionary: “…active demand by two or more organisms or kinds of organisms for some resource in short supply”, emphasis on the phrase "in short supply". Have you ever wondered why on the average, we spend the first two decades of our lives getting an education? From Primary School, to Secondary School, to College, we study hard to graduate with good grades. During those years, we write exams, participate in sporting events, get into fights, play games and generally engage in activities that expose us to the concept of winning and losing. On graduating from school, we proceed to the labour market, where it would seem success is heavily hinged on competition. We compete against fellow graduates to emerge the best candidate for the job, we compete against fellow colleagues to get a promot

Hey Ladies, ever held your head in your hands, looked up to the heavens and asked "How do I know when I meet my Mr.Right?" Well, Fela Durotoye just put together a new book titled "MR. FANTASTIC" that provides concise but clear answers to the questions that arise when choosing your life partner. Fela Durotoye is widely regarded as a nation builder, an internationally acclaimed national development strategist and leadership coach, best - selling author and an internationally renowned motivational speaker. Check out an excerpt from this new compelling book of his... Many marriages have crashed after successful weddings. This is because the wedding is not the marriage. The best that anybody can do for you is to come to your wedding but it is your responsibility to deal with your marriage. You are better off not getting married than getting divorced. Many people are in a 'manage,' not a marriage. They are only tolerating each other not celebrating each

The Last African Colony Ever heard of the Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic? Not many people have. Perhaps this is so because the Sahrawi territory, whose size is close to that of the United Kingdom (13 times bigger than Israel and 45 times as big as the West Bank), has been occupied by Arab Morocco for decades. They have therefore been forced to seek refuge in the Sahara desert, in Algerian territory while the land they once called home remains in Moroccan possession. With a population of approximately 500,000 people, the Sahrawi people are experiencing one of the most interesting social and political conditions of our century: existing in a “State in Exile” for over 35 years. Although they live in tents and are at the mercy of the elements, the Sahrawi people have managed to organize themselves into territories governed by popular leaders under one President. Never mind the fact that their President is but a President of a refugee camp!

WARNING: Not For the Faint-Hearted! It was my birthday in 2007 and I had a very small group of friends out to celebrate. That day, I made a new friend named Frank (not his real name) who I mentioned to that it was my birthday. He then told me that his best friend's birthday was also that day and that they were planning a small party the following day. He wanted me to come along as a surprise to his friend. I promptly agreed and I invited an acquaintance of mine, Tola (not her real name) along. We arrived at the celebrant’s and were met at the gate by the celebrant himself. I remember the gate of the house opening and being greeted by the sight of a very tall, light-skinned, thirty something year old man, clad in nothing but a pair of wet boxers. Now we all know that wet clothes tend to stick to the body and emphasize those curves and bulges that are better left hidden. *clearing my throat* .I stole a glance at Tola but all I could see was a sincere smile on her face, directed