When your wife cheats and you send her to her father’s house, you’re teaching your sons how to be a man & your daughters how to be a woman
All those “I forgave her because of the kids” is just another way to cover your weakness as a man
Some things are not negotiable, be a man
Predictably, everyone is mad at me for saying this but here is a very simple thought experiment to prove that I am right. Picture each person in your Nigerian life that "loves" you and imagine a button is placed in front of them with the sole instruction that if they push it, they receive $1M (N1.3bn) cash immediately, no questions asked, but you die instantly. Will they push the button?
If you hesistated for even a microsecond before answering "no" for each person you pictured, that means you yourself have acknowledged that whatever relationship exists there is at best cordial, but cannot be described as "love". Because someone who loves you can never place a monetary amount on the value you bring to their life by existing.
The fact that as you're reading this, you KNOW that the majority of people who know you would push that button is what disturbs you, because it sounds like a moral indictment on Nigerian people. Meanwhile I couldn't care less about the individual morality of Nigerians, because that's not the point I'm making at all.
The point I'm making is that Nigeria by design CANNOT incubate "love" because it is still running entirely on an extractive operating system. Once upon a time when our ancestors still owned their own minds and had sovereignty over their own decisions, it was possible for them to love each other because they were the ones who built their society to fit their own aspirations as a group. Love requires the stability and safety offered by a society that controls its own direction. Love cannot exist under colonial logic.
Under colonial logic, nothing is sacred. Everything exists to be harvested, consumed, extracted and fucked. The land is no longer the place where you and your ancestors have lived for thousands of years. It is now a mine with a quota for vomiting out shiny rocks for a man with a gun who says he "owns" it. Your wife and daughter are now the sex slaves of the man with the gun along with a hundred other people's wives and daughters, and the resulting destruction of social order is none of his business.
Your religion and way of connecting with the divine which have served your people for thousands of years are now suddenly outlawed, and you are now to worship a god that doesn't look like you. Your farm is no longer the thing that feeds your family. It is now a plantation for things you can't eat which the man with a gun forces you to remit to him as tax in exchange for not being locked up or rendered landless. Your entire society is in total chaos and the only way to rise above the chaos is to somehow fight to become the Warrant Chief of the man with the gun, or his armed askari warrior.
This is the same logic that Nigerian society is still operating on 200 years later. Everyone is still fighting to become the economic or political Warrant Chief with enough power to lord it over their neighbour or to emigrate. Or they are the cult, agbero, or police askari warrior whose ability to wield violence gives them an edge in the same mad scramble to survive a hostile, extractive, unpredictable environment. Why on earth would "love" blossom and thrive in such an environment? That would be like slaves on a plantation claiming to "love" each other.
What slaves on a plantation share is not "love." It is the strong bond of shared trauma. It is mutual affinity. It is sexual desire. It can even be affection. But it's not "love". "Love" is a societal condition that can only become a thing after the slaves revolt, kill the slavemaster and his family, take over the plantation, and turn it into a farming community built on the logic of mutual beneficience instead of extraction. Until then, they're just carrots inside a massive blender who, instead of figuring out how to destroy the blades and render the blender inoperable, are busy having lots of pointless carrot sex, making meaningless little carrot babies that will only become the next generation of carrot juice to be extracted from the blender.
Anyway I don't know why I'm arsed to sit and write stuff like this for the benefit of an audience that is as intellectual as I'm Chinese. I'd be better off talking earnestly to the billboards at Spintex roundabout.
In medicine, when moving stuff to
Younger colleagues slow the pace down and understand there was a time you didn’t know so much too!
Teaching with grace and humility will allow them understand it more.
Avoid the tear down and ego method .
No immigrant stole your job. You were laid off by a capitalist who wanted cheap labor and took advantage of that immigrant to increase his profits, and nothing makes him happier than watching you blame the worker instead of him.
It’s always the rich uncle from Father’s side that’s expected to ‘help’ his nephews and nieces
That uncle expectation is almost never from the mother’s side
Hence whenever you hear ‘wicked uncle’, na ‘Papa Brother’ go first come your mind.
Gynocentric Indoctrination!
Having 50 men aggressively camping in your Instagram DMs isn't "pretty privilege" or proof of high value. It’s an illusion of abundance. Forty-eight of those men wouldn't buy you a pack of Panadol if you were shivering with a fever; they are literally just hovering, waiting for a moment of emotional weakness to get free access. Confusing cheap attention for high value is how people end up utterly exhausted and single at 35.