RAHMAH'S CORNER

 Since my blog is about making your world the haven that you want it to be, I think we should talk about the language of love. Does love have any language?  What do you think is the meaning of love? There is a younger colleague of my friend at work that is always telling her how much she really means to him. My friend is married, but this young man doesn't see it as anything so special or that it has anything to do with the way he feels about her. She told me something that really got me startled and I begin to think about what love means also. They were both having a chat in the office one day; (not their real names) Manny: "Do you really love your husband? he asked my friend.  Tessy: Yes, of course. I do. Manny: "Apart from sex, you do so many things for me that you will also naturally do for your husband. So is the sex love? Tessy: Okay, let's talk about this some other day. Do you believe in love? Manny: "That's what I'm saying. What is Love? I don...

Chapter Two  “You mean you confronted the lady?” Mercy asked, looking accusingly at Sheila “What else am I supposed to do?” Of course I did confront her. “That is uncalled for on your part”. What if she had beaten you up?  Sheila was dumbfounded; What can she say? Nothing. Mercy was right, she had behaved unreasonably. The beating up part was a situation she never put into consideration. “It would have been a disaster of the millennium for her” Lara put in, trying hard not to laugh. “Did you hear her say Dele almost beat her up for the confrontation with his concubine?” “We should be grateful he didn’t”, Mercy replied looking incredulously at both women. “Well, I was trying to save my man”. “Listen to yourself, I doubt if he needs saving” . Mercy said “If I understand you both quite well, are you telling me to do nothing and just continue like a happy and loving wife?” And watch, while your brother keeps violating the rules of marriage? Sheila lamented, almost close to tears. ...

 ... a short story about three women in the city of Lagos, Nigeria. They are brought together by blood and marriage and each have her problems, but they do not carry them on their heads like placards to show the whole world. They are strong women. Chapter One "Is your husband back from work?" Lara asked Sheila "Yeah, he is back. I saw him on bike, he passed along this road not quite long." she answered her. "It is a must, he has to go to his usual base after work. He had better be with his key, because I won't open the door for him when he gets back. Can  you believe he quarreled with me yesterday night because of that lady? He almost beat me up. Sheila added. "You don't mean it" Lara said "Honestly, you won't believe it. He said, "what right do I have to confront the lady?". Lara pulled Sheila closer, " I have told you to stop disturbing yourself, allow him to be, he would soon get tired and come back home...