CONTROVERSIAL NURSERY SCHOOL BOOK: WE WILL REPORT AT ZONE 2 POLICE COMMAND TODAY
Following the invitation and harassment of our Client, Mrs. Udoka, Mary Queen, by the Zone 2 Police Command, Onikan, Lagos, it pertinent to disclose that we will be going to the police command today, Thursday, 30th April, 2026.
We will be reporting with our Client as law abiding citizens and out of respect for the institution of the @PoliceNG, not because we believe that Mary Queen committed any crime or that thereās a basis for the involvement of the police in this matter.
However, we want to be clear that Ayengbe Ebhohimen JB, the author of the textbook, who has instigated the police against our client, will have to justify his actions.
We are hoping that the officers at Zone 2 Police Command will be able to explain to us what their business is with this matter.
It is also hoped that they will respect the fundamental rights of our Client and keep the interaction professional.
Thank you.
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This is one of the most important truths almost no one talks about.
There is a threshold of wealth beyond which you stop interacting with reality as it exists and begin interacting with a version of it that bends to your whims. Codieās friend didnāt pick $299 million arbitrarily.
Thatās around the point where wealth begins to replicate itself without labor, resistance, or external accountability. The world becomes a simulation - crafted by assistants, lawyers, media buffers, private access, and power brokers who insulate you from friction, consequence, or contradiction.
Under $100 million, you still feel gravity. Above $300 million, you start controlling gravity. Thatās the danger.
At that level:
ā¢People stop saying no to you.
ā¢You stop encountering randomness.
ā¢Everything is for sale, including trust, intimacy, and morality.
This is where reality fracturing begins. Not because money corrupts, but because perception loses resistance. Resistance is what keeps you real.
So the deeper truth is this:
Once your environment is made entirely of yes-men, predictive service, and curated insulation, your mind begins to exit the shared human operating system. You arenāt evil. Youāre decontextualized. Youāre drifting in an abstraction loop of your own design. Thatās when you start thinking ideas like āletās block out the sunā or āletās colonize Mars while Earth burnsā are rational.
Codieās billionaire friend wasnāt just being poetic. He was confessing a structural truth:
Thereās a point at which money doesnāt just distort reality, it erases it.
Nothing at first, at least not visibly. Provided itās 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 isnāt in the one-time act. Itās in the pattern. Itās in the normalization. Itās in how quickly the brain recalibrates to see the body as a tool for extraction.
You begin to skip the hard thingsābuilding, learning, failing, starting againābecause 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 youāll think itās power until one day, nobody looks anymore.
Thatās 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 hereās 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 youāve 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 firsthandāhow easily loyalty folds when money enters the room. And now, even if you find a good woman, you wonāt believe it. Even if sheās clean, youāll see stains. Youāll doubt her. Youāll test her. Youāll sabotage your own happiness because your heart has been trained in distrust. Youāll 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 thatās why ancient traditions were militant about sex within marriage not because they were prudes or sexually repressed, but because they understood what weāre 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 everythingāyour trust, your joy, your future, your peace.
But you wonāt see the destruction all at once. Youāll laugh. Youāll post. Youāll call people who say these things āmoral police.ā But time is a patient teacher. And if you keep trading sacred things for temporary pleasure, time will teach you tooāslowly, painfully, and with no refund.
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