A lady was introduced to me by a street sister after I mentioned that I was in search of a serious relationship. I gave a clear list of my requirements, among which were that she must be gainfully employed and of good character. Two days ago, the sister finally shared the contact of the lady she found for me. I was hopeful, thinking she would at least meet 80% of my criteria. When I initiated a conversation with the lady, I asked about her educational background. She told me she was a secondary school drop-out. I didn’t judge her immediately; I wanted to hear more and not jump to conclusions. So, I asked what steps she had in mind to upgrade herself. She said she wanted to go into business and gave a rough estimate of ₦3.5 million as startup capital. Still, I wasn’t discouraged. I told her that if I were to invest in the business, I would hold 60% of the company while she holds 40%. My reason was simple: I wanted her to be accountable and run the business with a sense of ownership. To my surprise, she rejected the idea. She said she wanted 100% ownership because she is “trustworthy” and that I could observe her for one year to see if she wouldn’t mismanage the business. I let that conversation slide. Then, a few days later, during another conversation, I asked her what she was bringing to the table in the relationship. Her response? Just “prayer.” At this point, I started enjoying the conversation, not because I was impressed, but because her responses were becoming increasingly ridiculous. I asked her another question: how much do you think we would need per month to live as husband and wife? Her answer: ₦1 million. I asked her to break it down. She couldn’t. She just kept rambling and listing irrelevant things with no clarity or structure. This morning, she called me via WhatsApp video. While we were talking, the call ended. I tried calling her back, but the video didn’t connect. I noticed she was typing, so I waited. Next thing I saw was: “My data got exhausted.” From the very beginning, I knew I was way above her standard—intellectually, financially, and in life exposure. But I decided to subject her brain to an intelligent conversation to prove a point: most of these broke ladies have absolutely nothing meaningful to offer.
To my fellow hustling men who have sacrificed and worked hard to become something in life, please don’t settle for women like this. Look out for women who have built themselves to a meaningful stage in life. I have two degrees. I’m a lawyer. And here is a lady, a secondary school drop-out, who thinks, in her oblivion, that she can hook a man of my calibre. I called the sister who introduced her and clearly told her never to bring such people my way again. I know how this kind of story ends: you help them build a life, and the moment they start seeing a little change, you’ll see their true colours. Many of them think the only thing they need to offer in life is their body. I’ve cut off communication with her already, and I’m planning to block her on WhatsApp. Her unreasonable thought process completely turned me off. So many ridiculous ideas. It’s just mentally exhausting.
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