Venezuela minimum wage is ₦200,000
Fuel is ₦30 per liter.
Libya minimum wage is ₦300,000
Fuel is ₦50 per liter.
UAE minimum wage is ₦2.1 Million
Fuel is ₦300 per liter.
Nigeria minimum wage is ₦70,000
Fuel is ₦1,250 per liter.
UK minimum wage is about ₦2.5–₦3 Million/month (approx)
Fuel is around ₦2,700–₦3,000 per liter
Canada minimum wage is about ₦2–₦2.5 Million/month (approx)
Fuel is around ₦1,500–₦1,800 per liter
You all are being ruled by d£mons in Nigeria.
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Nigerians don’t really grasp the magnitude of the problem we’re in, which is why everyone is still suffering in silence.
In the span of three years:
Fuel went from ₦200 to ₦1,400.
Spaghetti went from ₦200 to ₦1,300.
Eggs went from ₦50 to ₦300.
A kilo of chicken went from ₦2,500 to ₦7,500.
A kilo of turkey went from ₦3,500 to ₦11,500.
A self-contained apartment went from ₦350k to ₦1 million.
A mini flat went from ₦650k to ₦2.5 million.
A plate of rice and chicken went from ₦2,500 to ₦7,000.
Local flights went from ₦60k to ₦300k+.
Federal university school fees went from ₦30k to ₦150k+.
I can go on and on. Mind you, this is his first tenure, and he’s actively campaigning for a second term. Honestly, if we truly understood the magnitude of the problem we’re in right now, we would be on the streets, at the National Assembly, on major flyovers, and at airports, taking action.
By the time most of you fully grasp the damage this man has done, you’ll probably be in your 40s and might end up settling for a mediocre life.
You cannot be in your right senses and be supporting a government like this. It is not possible.
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Nothing at first, at least not visibly. Provided it’s consensual, everyone smiles. You get your money, he gets his release. The world moves on.
But nothing poisons slowly like what feels harmless in the beginning.
For the woman, the danger isn’t in the one-time act. It’s in the pattern. It’s in the normalization. It’s in how quickly the brain recalibrates to see the body as a tool for extraction.
You begin to skip the hard things—building, learning, failing, starting again—because why suffer when you can just offer? When you know that with a bit of perfume and clear skin and disarming smile, you can raise capital quicker than any grant application. You start to see money as a function of desirability, not capacity. And so, gradually, dangerously, your sense of value becomes outsourced to the gaze of men.
And you’ll think it’s power until one day, nobody looks anymore.
That’s the part no one tells you. That the sexual economy is a depleting currency. You start at your highest value, and it diminishes over time. Slowly at first, then with shocking speed. Your calls get fewer responses. The offers begin to thin. The men who once lined up now scroll past. And because your entire economic model was built on your desirability, you have no fallback, no structure, no self. Just silence.
But worse than the external silence is the internal rot; the erosion of self-worth that comes from years of reducing your sacredness to a transaction. You no longer feel beautiful unless someone pays to confirm it. You no longer feel wanted unless someone proves it with cash. You no longer feel valuable unless you are being consumed. You become a shelf product past its expiry date, watching younger girls replace you at the table you once ruled.
Now to the man. At first, it feels like luxury. Like abundance. Like control. Swipe, pay, collect. A new girl every week. And because the body is built for novelty, you begin to chase it like a man possessed. Not sex, novelty. New breasts. New moans. New lies.
But here’s what no one warns you about: the more you consume women this way, the harder it becomes to connect to them in any meaningful way. Intimacy becomes foreign. Love becomes fiction. You stop seeing women as partners and start seeing them as ports; places you dock in briefly, never to linger. Every woman becomes a suspect, a potential seller waiting to be bought. You lose the ability to believe in sincerity, because you’ve spent years paying for pleasure and watching women fake it like professionals.
And it gets worse.
Some of the women you paid? They were in relationships. Some were engaged. Some lied to their men with breathtaking skill. You saw it firsthand—how easily loyalty folds when money enters the room. And now, even if you find a good woman, you won’t believe it. Even if she’s clean, you’ll see stains. You’ll doubt her. You’ll test her. You’ll sabotage your own happiness because your heart has been trained in distrust. You’ll ruin every good thing before it blooms.
This is how transactional sex kills both parties: quietly, efficiently. The woman loses value in her own eyes and becomes unable to build herself outside of desirability. The man loses faith in women and becomes emotionally handicapped, unable to connect, only capable of conquest. Both end up in ruins, just different shapes of it.
And that’s why ancient traditions were militant about sex within marriage not because they were prudes or sexually repressed, but because they understood what we’re only now discovering: that sex is not neutral. It binds. It breaks. It builds or it destroys. And once it becomes a commodity, it corrodes everything—your trust, your joy, your future, your peace.
But you won’t see the destruction all at once. You’ll laugh. You’ll post. You’ll call people who say these things “moral police.” But time is a patient teacher. And if you keep trading sacred things for temporary pleasure, time will teach you too—slowly, painfully, and with no refund.
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February: A new pair of shoes
March: An outing
April: Gold bracelet
May: Cookware
June: Travel
July: New Purse
August: Perfume
September: Comforter Set
October: Massage & Spa
November: New Book
December: Scented Candle
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