As a woman, I think you should make money. Like work and earn good money, so that “Send me your account number” will stop sounding like “I love you” to you.
I am beginning to notice that most young women have lost touch of what it means to fall inlove because of either acute lack or expensive taste on empty pockets.
Like, most of you just believe that someone that spends money on you is inlove with you. Worst of all, you start having feelings for someone just because the person gives you money and is financially Stable.
Poverty and expensive taste on empty pockets is making a lot of you to appear like daughters of Jezebel, when in actual sense, you are really a good person.
Probably, no one in your nuclear family has a car, and you have never really had 100k in your account that is just yours. Like 100k that is not school fees, not house rent, just yours to do with as you wish. You’ve never seen it.
Then this guy meets you for the first time and transfers 200k for you to buy an outfit for a date. Boom, you’re already wet in-between your thighs.
Then within your first month of dating, he gifts you 500k to use and take care of yourself. Then you conclude in your innermost being that you love him more than anything in the whole world. Love Nwantinti.
Then he takes you to UK gets a job for you. You’re a registered nurse while he’s just an IT expert. So you now earn twice what he earns and you suddenly realize that the 200k he sent you that day is what you could make in one day if you worked extra shift.
When you get your first promotion after taking an extra course and you now earn 80k pounds per year and he still earns 28k pounds per year in his IT job, the scales will start to fall off your eyes, because now, it seems like he’s the one dependent on you and you are now realizing that you never loved him for once.
You now realize that this man never sent you sweet morning texts or calls to check up on you or plays with you. You now realize that he doesn’t tickle your fancy and that his hobbies and your are opposite.
In fact, you find out that you have nothing in common with this man. For crying out loud, he still watches wrestling like kids, as if he doesn’t know that it’s all scripted. He hangs out late drinking with his friends that are not ambitious.
The house you guys are building in the village is almost 90% of your money and it’s in his name. You now start asking yourself if you are okay?
The sight and thought of this man now irritates you. Like gosh, how did you end up with this man?
It’s then that you will start noticing men that actually tickle your fancy.
This doctor in your hospital that dresses cutely and shaves his beards just the way you like it.
This neighbour that plays basketball and buy sandwiches for you guys, always smiling and lively.
This Nigerian based guy in your DM always updating about politics and the Obidient movement and how he and other elites are working to fix Nigeria. He was just invited to Rufai’s program speak on the billions Tinubu wants to borrow.
You see these, your kind of men, and you smile, then you get home, and there is your husband, playing video game after closing from work for the day, with the game making so much noise.
You can’t help be irritated. You start picking up faults. Anything he does is bad. Before we know it, divorce starts knocking.
It’s not that there is something wrong with you or something wrong with him. It’s that poverty deprived you from knowing what love is, and when poverty left you, you realized that you have been in hell!
My prayer is that you make money so that you can truly love.
Beyond prayers, nwokem go and work and make money, so you will get to know how ridiculously CHEAP Shawarma is, and how buying it for you has no correlation with love.
Ka Chineke mezie okwu