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  • What She Said: 40 is the Age I Stop Giving a Fuck

    Navigating life as a woman in the world today is interesting. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their experiences on everything from sex to politics right here. This is Zikoko’s What She Said.

    Today’s #ZikokoWhatSheSaid subject is Meye Ebie, a 40-year-old Nigerian woman. She talks about how she found out she may never have kids, the dating scene for black people in Canada and what enjoyment looks like at 40.

    What’s something you love about turning 40?

    Not giving a fuck anymore. Not about marriage, not about kids, all I have to do is focus on myself. I’m tired of degrading my peace trying to date men. The Canadian dating scene hasn’t been the best experience for me either, especially with these 40+ men.

    LOL. Let’s start from the beginning. What was the dating scene like while you were in Nigeria?

    I’d say the guys back home were much more respectful. At least, they’d feed you. Here, people assume you’re after their money. No one wants to go to a restaurant. They’d rather meet up at a park, and that’s no different from going to walk my dogs. It’s a waste of time.

    I spent my 20s in Nigeria, and the guys actually cared to impress me then. I was a hot cake too. They’d buy me gifts and chase me for weeks just to get one date. That’s how it should be, but men here want to skip all of that.

    Lol. Did you have any serious relationships back then?

    Oh yes. I had one when I was 28. He is three years younger, but I was sure I would’ve married him if I didn’t have to leave for Canada. He wanted to make a long-distance relationship work, but I wasn’t interested. I felt distance would eventually end the relationship. Doing it earlier was better.

    Now, he’s married with two kids and we’re still on talking terms. I loved being with him because It never felt like he was younger than me. We had conversations I wish I could have with the men I’m meeting now. He talked about his dreams; I knew exactly what he wanted from life. There were no games.

    Is that something you think is missing from your dating life right now?

    Yeah. It’s like men my age are having a mid-life crisis and want to be young and free. What I want right now is a man who can hold a decent conversation. Not just a night of drinks and sex, then it’s all over. I want to laugh, go dancing and have a genuine connection. I’m tired of wearing expensive makeup and dressing up to meet boring men.

    LOL. I’m sorry it’s been tough on the streets.

    When I moved to Canada in 2013, I was 30. My seven older siblings and friends were already badgering me about meeting someone, and I was worried time was running out too. Being in a new space didn’t make it easier to find someone after my last relationship ended. The easiest way to meet men was online because I was adjusting to my new life.

    I was living with my older brother in Alberta and shuffling between classes, watching my older brother’s kids and trying to earn money on the side. There was no time to go out and meet new people, so I tried dating apps. At first, I was focused on dating only black men.

    How did that go?

    That was a big mistake. Whether they were Nigerian or Ugandan, the African men were all the same.

    Like the Nigerian man I dated when I was 32. I’d been in Canada for two years at the time. I thought being with him was great because of course we shared the same culture, so I assumed our values were the same. A few months into the relationship, it turned out he was married and had kids back home. I even found copies of his marriage certificate and a kid’s birth certificate in a drawer, and he still tried to deny it. He spent the next week calling and crying about how sorry he was. 

    LOL… And after that?

    The next was a year later and a  guy from Haiti. I knew he had grown kids, but while we were dating, a newborn popped up. I confronted him, and his offer was that I should be his fifth baby mama rather than leave. I didn’t have the energy to be upset at that point, so I asked him to drop me at home and never contact me. As usual, he called a week later to cry and explain.

    It always ends in tears. 

    Then the following year, there was the Hawaiian guy with three children from his ex-girlfriend. I can’t blame him because my instincts told me to run from the beginning. That was the last time I dated a black or brown-skinned man. 

    My friends tried to make me go on some blind dates, but desperately hooking me up just never worked out.

    So were the white guys better?

    LOL. I did have one decent relationship when I was 33. We met on Facebook at a time when I felt even lonelier than I had when I first moved to Canada. I’d moved out of my brother’s house to get more time to myself, and worked at a department store I hated. The endless loop of going to work and coming home made me sad. I eventually got two dogs, but I still wanted to be with someone.

    So when this white guy started sending texts on Facebook asking about my day, it felt good. As things started to get serious, I made it clear to him that I wanted a relationship that would lead to marriage. He didn’t object, so I committed myself to him. 

    Awwn… Sweet

    For the first three years, sure. After that, I realised he was a douchebag. All he wanted was a partner to live with, cook and clean after him. A housekeeper with relationship perks, essentially. All the talk of wanting to marry me suddenly seemed unreasonable to him. I didn’t have any more time to waste and that ended the relationship in 2018. 

    I’ve been single ever since, dealing with the ups and downs of dating apps. 

    LOL. Is it better now that you’re older?

    Not at all. 40+ men are out here looking like grandfathers and expecting to date an Agbeni Darego at their age. It doesn’t make any sense. The worst part is how they play mind games.

    Take my last potential date for example. He was a white older man, and we’d been chatting for a while. When we finally wanted to meet, he kept talking about seeing me during the week. Since I have a busy schedule with a job and school, I asked him to choose a specific date to plan my week out. Suddenly, he got defensive. His response was, “What if things don’t work out between us? Why waste time planning?” 

    That sounds weird.

    It was. I didn’t understand why he was on a dating app in the first place. The point is to go on dates to see what happens. After that, he went on about how he was hurt in his last relationship, but I’ve been on these apps for eight years. I wasn’t falling for that. 

    Why stay on the app for eight years if it hasn’t been great?

    It’s either that or nothing. I don’t trust my friends to hook me up, and I don’t have the energy to dress up to meet someone I’ve never had a conversation with. With online dating, it’s easier to screen people out of your life. 

    Like the guy I’m chatting with right now. He claims that he’s over his fiancée and wants to get into a relationship with me. I’ve asked him many times to explain why the engagement ended, but he has no tangible reason except, “It was her fault.” There’s no part that was his fault, and that already tells me he’s not serious. It’s better to meet those kinds of people online than to waste a date to find out. 

    LOL. I see.

    Besides, I’m not bothered that I’ll never find a man. I was a hot cake in my 20s, and I’m a hot cake now. 

    A baddie at 40. Love it! So 40 may be your best year at this point?

    LOL. Yeah, but the toughest transition into 40 has been accepting that I may never have kids. I found out almost two years ago when I was rushed into the emergency room. I was at work and started feeling extreme abdominal pains and couldn’t move. The doctors thought it was a gallstone that would eventually pass, but when I couldn’t walk without assistance for a week, they ran more intense tests. 

    That’s when they found the fibroids.

    I’m so sorry. 

    Thanks. One of the fibroids is located too close to my womb, so if I chose to do surgery this year, I could lose my womb in the process. I’ve always loved kids. I have five older sisters and two older brothers, and they all have kids of their own now. I took care of each of them at some point and always wanted mine too. Accepting that it may never happen was hard. At first, I was worried, scared but… I don’t know. There was anger, grief and finally, acceptance. 

    I’ve blamed God and myself these last two years, but fibroids aren’t something any woman can control or avoid. I had to come to terms with that reality. I have to fight for my health. 

    I’m sick of waking up every morning and feeling pain around my hips and waist like my grandmother. I’ve also realised that I don’t have to worry about the idea of not having kids so much.

    What do you mean?

    The only person that could’ve made this choice more emotional for me would’ve been my mother. She passed away in 2018, and she’d cry knowing I’ll probably never have kids. But without her, more grandchildren aren’t exactly a priority for anyone. My dad is 89 and has at least 10 grandkids. His bloodline is secured, so I have the space to do me.

    But you still want them, right?

    A part of me does, but I have my nieces and nephews. When that stops being enough, I can adopt or get someone’s sperm and go for surrogacy. The options are endless.

    My siblings and friends who are invested in me having kids have advised me to freeze my eggs, but the financial and mental stress involved isn’t worth it. I’m already in enough pain. I’m not interested in the hormonal injections and egg retrieval process. All because I want to create life? No, please. The unending badgering about marriage is enough stress. I want to be single and happy in peace right now.

    I just turned 40, and I’d like to focus on enjoying that.

    What does “enjoying 40” look like for you?

    Beyond accepting that I may never have kids and not giving a fuck about that or marriage. The beauty of 40 is that it can be anything I want it to be. 

    Right now, I’m trying to get another degree, so I can get out of my department store job. I want to give myself a lot more options than I’ve had in the past. There’s so much life ahead of me, and that’s enough to look forward to every day.

    If you’d like to be our next subject on #WhatSheSaid , click here to tell us why

  • You Can’t Miss These 7 Queer Women on Dating Apps

    Using dating apps is not for the weak, especially if you’re a queer person. You don’t know who is going to hate crime you two weeks after texting, or who will ghost you because their long time crush finally texted them back after a month. Here are the queer women you’ll meet on dating apps. 

    1. The 34-year-old Christian stud that wants kids

    Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with wanting kids. But these people will text you like they’re recruiting you for pyramid schemes when you mention that you’re not a Christian. I’m not saying this is a red flag, but the flag is not green. 

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    2. The spiritual astrology babe 

    She is always direct, and of course, your first conversation is going to lean into your star sign and how it affects your life. If she ghosts you after reading your birth chart, you’re probably a Gemini or a Scorpio and it was giving her bad vibes. 

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    3. The 19-year-old baby gay that falls in love fast

    With every match, she feels like she’s met the love of her life. If you delete the app and come back in a year, she’ll still be as excited to talk to you again. To be honest, she’s a sweetheart and deserves nice things, but she’ll probably just keep meeting people that are looking for something casual. 

    4. The femme woman you think is straight

    She’s the complete opposite of what people think a queer woman should look like. She likes pink, wears short dresses and is probably a Swiftie. Nothing on her account screams queer, but she probably has dated more women than you have. 

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    5. The one that dated your ex 

    You either swiped right by mistake or out of curiosity, but now you’ve realised that she’s pretty chill and you can almost see why your ex left you for her because you would do the same. You’ll never get to date her sha, but you might hang out a couple of times. 

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    6. Your single friends

    Half of the people you swipe right on as a queer person on a dating app are probably your friends. You both swiped right on each other just for the bants, and never speak again after the first text because you’re not there to date them.

    7. The one with no bio that is looking for friends 

    You’re not even sure if this person is a real person or a catfish when you swipe left because why are you on a dating app, looking for friends? They don’t even give you anything to work with. Just their name and a picture with a Snapchat filter. What are you supposed to do with that? 

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  • 10 Types Of Guys You’ll Find On Dating Apps

    Using dating apps is a total gamble and a humbling experience. If you ever plan on downloading a dating app, here are 8 types of men you will find there. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

    1. The one that is serious about marriage

    This man is there for one reason only: to find a wife. His bio tells you immediately — Richard 34, Christian, doesn’t drink or smoke, is conservative (in Nigeria?), wants kids, works at a good job, followed by three pictures of him in the same outfit and one either at his office, with his mum or his nephews. Of all the types of guys you’d find on dating apps, he is surprisingly the least annoying.

    2. The one that is there for good vibes

    This guy is not there for anything serious, he goes straight to the point and tells you that he wants to hook up soon. if it’s a no, he immediately blocks you, no time to waste time and you should be happy because he is definitely a creative. Honestly, everyone should aspire to perspire to be as honest as he is. He is here for a good time, not a long time and that itself is a fine art to master.

    3. The one that thinks he is on 2go

    His name is something silly like Mr Pwesh23. He kills every conversation you try to have with him with his one-worded replies and answers simple questions in the most stupid ways for someone that has “If you are boring, swipe left” in his bio. If you see this guy and you will, do yourself a favour and avoid him because next thing you know, he’d want to hook up.

    4. The one that tells you nothing about himself

    Yes boo, give us nothing. You’d be lucky if he has pictures of himself at all, and when he does, it won’t be clear. As for his bio? It’ll be empty. You’d find yourself wondering if he created a profile by mistake, he almost makes the 2go guy look good.

    5. The travel agent

    You can’t tell if this guy is doing yahoo or if he’s just rich and likes travelling a lot. He has the flags of every single country he has ever visited in his bio, and he’s always looking to meet people in whatever new city he finds himself in. In his bio, he lets you know that what he wants in a partner is someone willing to travel the world with him.

    6. The one that got away

    There’s no better way to describe this guy, his bio is unproblematic, he is gorgeous and has values and ideals that match with yours but your brain and fingers have other plans and now you swiped left and you might never see him again, pele.

    7. The sugar daddy

    He immediately lets you know that he wants to take care of you and spoil you, he also talks about how much he likes sex so that you know that he isn’t looking for a second wife. Unlike the one that is looking for marriage, he doesn’t add pictures of his wife and kids, and whatever age he puts in his bio, you should add 10 to it.

    8. The one that is on a dating app looking for friends

    The worst thing about meeting shitty guys on dating apps are these types of guys. He genuinely isn’t looking for a relationship at all but the problem is, he is one of the very few decent ones on the app, at least you found a friend so maybe that’s something.

    9. The fitness instructor

    It can only go two ways with this guy, he either has pictures of his abs everywhere or enough fitness motivational quotes in his bio to rival a yahoo boy.  This guy only has pictures of himself at the gym and works at self-employed. If you are lucky, there will be a shirtless mirror selfie for you to look at.

    10. The yahoo boy

    These guys win the championship cup as the worst types of guys on dating apps, mostly because they are there to catfish. Sure there’s a white guy called Greg Chapman that finished from Harvard but is living in Oshodi or Becca who is a flight attendant that lives in Shomolu. One point for the ridiculous lies sha. E for effort.


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  • 5 Types Of People You Should Consider Dating

    The dating scene Is a messy place and everyone has their spec. If you haven’t figured out what works for you, we’ve been generous enough to make a list.

    1. People that have money 

    Money makes romance sweeter, to be honest. People will probably call you a gold-digger, but is it their gold you are digging? You better practice how to be a gold-digger today and stop suffering in silence. This is not Nollywood.

    You should always be where the money resides boo

    2.  People that don’t have money

    What they lack in funds they make-up for in creativity. Cute picnics, long walks, Netflix and chill, a compilation of funny memes, thoughtful gifts. These guys would spend if they had. Bear with them.

    Especially the memes, that is very important

    3. People that went to boarding school

    Yes, they come with a sprinkle of trauma but they will try anything new with you. These people were unsupervised in their formative years, jumping fences and eating beans with a dash of beetles. They fear nothing.

    You better be taking notes

    4. Foodies

    You’ll try every new restaurant that catches their fancy and can never complain that you’re hungry. When they walk into any restaurant the waiters are always happy to see them. Plus relationship weight = fat ass. 

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    5. People that wear crocs

    These guys have hacked comfort clothes on another level. They have the softest hoodies and sweatpants just waiting for you to “borrow”. Date a crocs wearer today.

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  • 6 Types Of Foreigners You Are Bound To Meet On Any Dating Site

    If you’ve ever been on a dating site, you’d find yourself exposed to a myriad of humans who are just as horny as you are. One constant is the presence of foreigners on these sites. Which leads us to the 6 types of foreigners you are bound to meet on any dating site.

    1. The normal foreigner

    These are the good ones that want to chill and have coffee with you. They are very normal and can carry on a conversation pretty well. Their names are ultra-simple like “Jon” “Mac” or “Leo”. However, conversations with them burn out fast because they are so boring.

    2. The Family guy

    Always in his 40s with photos of him living his best life away from his family. Always eager to tell you about his family and their dog, Jessie. He will politely tell you that he’s been feeling lonely and desires your company while he’s in your country. Yoruba men have nothing on the family guy.

    3. The overly sexual foreigner

    The first conversation with them usually has some weird statement like “I can tell you have great nipples from your smile.” Don’t get me started on the Indians or Lebanese men who would outrightly ask you to show them your “vagena”. Alexa play “I want to put you in 7 positions in 70 minutes.

    4. The traveller

    Any account that has so many country flags in their bio is a traveller. They are always so exotic with their photos of cafes in different countries. Problem is, they want to know where you’ve travelled to and apparently, you village doesn’t count.

    5. The chocolate goddess seeker

    There are foreigners who like the idea of black women. They will come at you with praises of the smoothness of your caramel, chocolate skin. Hailing you like a goddess and making claims to want to worship you. Honestly, they are just looking for exotic sex but what they don’t know is that you become a quadriplegic during sex. Ojoro cancel ojoro.

    6. The catfish

    Any foreigner you see in an army uniform, know that their base is in Ikorodu or one GRA house in Benin city. The catfish foreigners are so wild. If you are here serving your country, why do you need 50k from me to deliver a gift to me?

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  • Two Breadwinners, Two Incomes, One Dating Couple

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

    This week, it’s the first couple ever – they’ve been dating for about a year, and they’ll be letting us peek into their lives. They’re both 28 and currently earn ₦400k – cute coincidences.


    Both of you are my first couple ever.

    Them: Litttt!

    Her: Let’s go!

    Him: Oya oya.

    When did you first clock that money is important?

    Her: I think I was about 10. My father was the richest in the family. He was put on a kind of pedestal because of this. He wasn’t the firstborn or anything, but because he had money –

    – He was the senior.

    Her: Exactly.

    Him: Mine didn’t start at home. I think mine was in noticing the differences between our family’s lifestyle and my friends in school. On holidays spent with my cousins, it seemed like they had everything! Why would a parent just take their kids to Mr Bigg’s randomly? Mr Bigg’s was an event in my own family. Is it your birthday? 

    Hahaha. 

    Him: My cousins were staying in duplexes, while we were living in a block of flats. They had their own bicycles and actual balls, instead of the usual roll-on balls that I played with.

    Ahh, that.

    Him: That’s when I started looking at it like hmmm, something is not balancing here.

    Have both of you ever had this conversation?

    Them: Nope.

    Her: I’m just finding this out.

    Him: I mean, I knew your father was rich, but I dunno how you turned out this way. 

    Them: Hahaha.

    Her: We thought the money was going to be there forever.

    About that forever part, what changed?

    Her: My dad retired. When you retire from the civil service as a senior, you get a huge sum of money. I can’t say how much he got, but you start to get a sense when you think of the things he spent it on. 

    How old was he at retirement?

    Her: 60. He decided to start a business, so he opened a cold room, bought himself a car, bought another one for my mum. An extended family member got ₦5 million, another got like ₦3 million – he was just distributing the money. He thought that money would come in from the cold room business.

    Her: Meanwhile, I still had like 2 younger siblings in school. He didn’t think about that – this was 2015.

    When did you know things weren’t great anymore?

    Her: It was when my sister needed to go back to school, and there was no money to pay her fees. Things were already bad because he used to borrow money to restock. But this was when I knew “there’s no money in this house o. Everybody figure your shit out.” Then one day, he closed the cold room. 

    From cold cash to cold room, to… cold turkey?

    Them: Hahaha. Wow.

    Him: Next time your dad vexes you, say, “That’s how you went from cold cash, to cold room, to cold turkey!”

    Her: Hahaha. You’re so rude.

    I have a sense that you reached this realisation earlier. 

    Him: What happened in my case was a little different. I was still able to go to school. In fact, there was a time I used to go on the school bus. At this point, I didn’t know my mum was the one giving my dad rent. Unfortunately, my dad chopped the rent this particular year, hahaha.

    Her: Hahaha. Chisos.

    Him: The landlord evicted us. My mum didn’t have the money to get another place, obviously. We had to split up. She and my younger sibling had to go live with a pastor. Then I was living with her relatives, hopping from family to family.

    Him: I went from “mummy I want to buy sweet” to an aunty saying, “oya stay in that shop and sell.” You learn very quickly after all this, that money is the key.

    Where was your dad?

    Him: He was all over the place o. My dad used to be much more stable. He reached a senior role in a financial institution – a good paying job for a man his age at the time. A true high flyer. But he was also really ambitious. So he resigned. He believed that there were even bigger opportunities for him in other places. 

    Him: The mistake he made was that he didn’t secure a job before leaving his current job. All of that was made worse by the instability of the early 90s, so getting a job was so difficult. By the time the job openings started popping up again, he started to get the “you’re too old for this role” feedback.

    How old was he when he quit?

    Him: He was 34 in 1992, and it was at that point my mum took over family responsibilities. She paid the rent, put food on the table, etc. He sold his car. My mum says that his jaiye-jaiye lifestyle made everything worse. There was no stability in all those years, and he was mostly absent. So by the time we were evicted in 1998, he was nowhere to be found.

    I feel like you must have realised that she was running this race of responsibility and that the baton was eventually going to be passed to you.

    Him: Yeah. That baton first touched my hand in university, when she couldn’t pay fees. My mum actually paid the first semester fees. But the second semester was a struggle. So we split it.

    What does she do for a living? 

    Him: She’s a civil servant. The money wasn’t a lot, but civil servants always tend to have cooperatives or colleagues they can borrow from. It got to a point that she started getting bank loans, loans she’s still paying back till this day. These loans were supposed to help pay our school fees and deal with other responsibilities. 

    She opened a shop, even opened a second. But she’s not exactly great at business, so those didn’t work out.

    But what changed the game for her was getting a degree – she entered the civil service with a secondary school certificate. But that degree changed a lot for her and for us because she got promoted. 

    Awesome.

    Him: Back to the second semester, before the promotion. I started selling stuff in school and helping people sell stuff, anything to make some money. It got to a point where we had to start splitting my school fees. 

    Where was your dad at this time?

    Him: Nowhere. It’s like all the men in that their generation were just missing. 

    Her: Oh, my dad was different!

    Him: Was he there?

    Her: Yes, he was. The nature of his job saw him get transferred from place to place, but he was always committed to family.

    Have you ever had a conversation with your dad about a possibly different 2015?

    Her: No. That’d be like talking to a wall. He made so many bad calls. In fact, he literally just showed up without telling anyone previously, “I’ve bought land and built this cold room”.
    Anyway, I’m not the oldest sibling, but I started working first. My first salary was ₦45k in 2015, so when my salary entered, my mum would ask that I chip in. After about three months, I just chipped in without her asking. It just felt like the right thing to do.

    Let’s talk about both of you. Where were you financially when both of you started dating?

    Her: Oh, I was Gucci, hahaha. This was about a year ago. I was earning 150k

    Him: Omo, I wasn’t Gucci o, but I was earning 200k.

    How are you earning more and struggling? Make it make mathematical sense. 

    Him: I’d taken a loan to rent an apartment- the apartment cost ₦450k. Then I took another loan to buy a computer. That set me back ₦90k every month. Both loans almost totalled ₦800k. 

    Him: Then there was the black tax part – ₦25k was the non-negotiable black tax, but a lot of the time, it was more. The only reason it wasn’t more than 25k was that I simply couldn’t afford it because of the loan.

    Her: My own black tax was ₦45k a year ago. I’m giving the entire family money – dad, mum and two younger siblings. Currently, that tax has climbed to ₦60k. It climbed as my income as climbed.

    What’s the highest you’ve ever spent on black tax in a month?

    Her: ₦100k.

    Him: ₦140k. I was earning ₦80k, and my mum had fallen sick. So I poured all my savings into that.

    It’s interesting, but despite all of this chaos, you people still had time to fall in love. How far na?

    Her: Abeg na hahaha.

    Him: For me, I got to a point in my life where I just wanted to take things seriously. It started in the DMs then went to Whatsapp, then next thing you know, we’re going on a first date. On that first date, my account wept.
    At the time, I’d just paid for my house, and here I was, paying for a date. It was mad. A leap of faith. 

    Hahaha. How much was it?

    Him: ₦11k – I still have the receipt. Thank God it worked out because that’s the riskiest ₦11k I’ve ever spent. I’m going to laminate that bloody receipt. Interestingly, most of our dates after tended to be cheaper. Did we even go to a restaurant after that period? Not for a while, at least till we started the new budget thing. So concerts, drinks and all that.

    Budget thing?

    Him: Yes o. No relationship without money. I was asking her yesterday about what she’d change about our relationship, and she said more money.

    Her: Hahaha.

    Him: Now we keep ₦20k aside every month for date night – ₦10k from each of us.

    Her: That’s just date night because there’s other stuff like Friday wine or food.

    Him: Date night is its own thing – a restaurant, phones turned off, just the two of us.
    The thing with money is, a lot of the time, you can do anything with the money you have. You just have to want it enough. We realised that we weren’t keeping that money aside, we weren’t doing it. But keeping it aside meant we had to do it.

    What other money ties you together?

    Her: A lot now, household stuff. I mean, I still have my house, I’m just at his a lot more.

    Him: It could have been her house, but she stays with people.

    What do you currently earn?

    Them: We’re both currently at ₦400k.

    Do you see your money as a unit, or separately?

    Him: Both.

    Her: Separately when there are personal obligations, like family. And together with most of the rest of our money.

    It looks like both of you are in this for the long-term. Where do you see this in 5 years?

    Her: Outside of this country for starters hahaha. We’re probably working remotely, earning more, living in a two-bedroom apartment, raising one kid –

    Him: Definitely one kid.

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    Do you have an active plan for this future?

    Him: If you mean active as in, putting the money aside for that, nope.

    Her: There’s a framework though.

    Him: What just needs to align is the finances to make that happen. We’ve only just reached a place of stability, income-wise, that we can begin to think beyond our family obligations.

    How do you manage bad financial periods? It looks like he does most of the running in your direction. 

    Her: Oh yes!

    Him: She’s my glucose guardian. Most of the time, we can already tell at the beginning of the month, we can almost always tell who’ll be broke first. So subconsciously know who’s going to be supporting who before the end of the month.

    What’s something you want but can’t afford?

    Him: A phone, I swear. It’s not like I can’t afford it, but – 

    Her: He wants a Pixel 3a and the iPhone X.

    Him: I’ll probably just buy the Pixel 3a, because it’s cheaper.

    Her: I just want a holiday, a vacation. Like to Dubai.

    What do you wish you could get better at?

    Her: I think I could get better at not living my life like the weight of the entire family has to rest on my shoulders. I wish I could be a little more selfish. 

    Him: Erm, for me –

    Her: Better say saving! Because you can’t save for shit.

    Him: I think it’s saving, and then investing the savings. I’m just glad that the loan is now about to be over.

    To be honest, she’s the financial manager of this relationship.

    Any financial regrets?

    Her: I bought a bottle of water for ₦1k.

    Him: Hahaha, you actually bought two. I still can’t believe you did that shit. Something I think I really regret is that all my salary negotiations earlier used to be nonsense. For two years, I earned 80k, despite the fact that people employed after me were earning more.

    Do you ever worry about ending up with your parents’ outcomes?

    Him: I constantly worry about this, but I also think that my dad’s outcome is motivation for me – it’s a lot of what I shouldn’t be. I’m constantly thinking of how to make sure, at every point, that we’re financially secure.

    My mum’s experience with loans is why I spent so much time researching options when I took my loan. My mum’s own experience was different because those banks will just come to the offices, make promises, and they end up brutal.

    Her: I just generally think that their generation was different. So if my partner retires and gets a lump sum, we’re going to sit down and plan that money. But my dad was ‘the man’, so he could do whatever he wanted. 

    Him: My mum has this belief: “if you have money, spend it” and I used to hold that view before. But that’s changed. I now try to curb my spending urges.

    Let’s talk about happiness, over 10.

    Him: I always wonder how people think about their happiness levels. I feel like people have different exposures to the Nigerian element. So in the broader context of Nigeria today, I feel like a solid 7. I’m doing okay.

    Her: Not bad at all. I feel the same way too.

    Do you think about your pension?

    Them: Yes oh.

    Him: when I saw how much money was in my mum’s pension account, I started taking mine seriously. Last year, it was about 14-point-something million naira, and she’s done 20-something years in service. 

    Her: Senior civil servants actually get serious money when they retire.

    What’s something you think I should have asked that I didn’t?

    Her: Perhaps, what I want to do with my life? I worry about the next point in my career. I just know I want to retire when I’m 45, and by retire I mean become a lecturer.

    Him: I think you should have asked about how I view my economic status in the Nigerian context.

    Tell me.

    Him: I realised that only a tiny fraction of people actually earn more than 80k. I don’t think you can be financially satisfied if you can’t see the through-line between what you’re responsible for, and what you’re not responsible for.

    You can’t control the economy, for example, but you can control your investments and your salary negotiations perhaps. In that context, I’m doing great. Maybe if I change my salary to dollars, I can start weeping.

    Don’t.

    Him: I think a question everyone should ask themselves – and I’m throwing this to everyone reading this – how do you think of your economic standing in the broader Nigerian context? 


    This conversation has been condensed and edited for clarity.

  • A Nigerian Woman’s Guide To Dating Apps

    It’s very hard to make a case against dating apps. Yes, I know there is the occasional unsolicited penis picture you inevitably get. And men who take on sexual harassment as a full-time job. But all of that comes with conventional dating methods too. 

    The only difference is that with dating apps you get to decide who and who isn’t what your time as you take your morning pee. 

    While Tinder might be the most popular dating app now There are a slew of options to pick from these days. There’s Bumble that forces the girl to make the first move after you match. And Surulere Love made for Nigerians by Nigerians, that lets you dictate the specifications of your Mr. Right, down to his income bracket.

    But like with all types of social media, dating apps have their guidelines. Like how poking a stranger on Facebook is just plain rude. Or how stealing a tweet is almost criminal. For Nigerian women, this is the ultimate guide to using dating apps.

    If he looks too good to be true…

    Then he is probably a catfish using some D-list celeb you’ve never heard about’s picture. Just so you don’t let one of the very few good ones you’ll come across pass you by because of scepticism. Use this nifty tool called – Google reverse image search to search for his picture. If it doesn’t match a micro influencer with 8k followers living in Abuja then, by all means, swipe right sis.

    If there’s just one picture he’s a catfish.

    In this case it’s always one of two things. It’s either not his picture, and he’s not John Doe who works in Chevron, but Femi living with his parents in Alagbado. Or it’s the one good picture he took 5 years ago, and he looks nothing like that now.

    Beware of group photos.

    Don’t swipe right if all his pictures are him in a group photo. Odds are that he’ll end up not being who you think he is. You’ll think you are swiping right on his cousin who looks a little like Idris Elba and you guys meet up and you realise he was actually the Segun to the right of Idris Elba who you didn’t look twice at. 

    Say thank you next to ‘no hookups’.

    Never swipe right on ‘no hookups’. He’s there for hookups, just not paid hookups. He’s going to take you for one dinner date and act very confused then enraged when you decline to follow him back to his place.

    Think before you swipe.  

    Maybe you are still hurting from a bad breakup. Or you just haven’t gotten laid in a really long time. Don’t just swipe right on anybody. 10s will become 7s and 7s will become 4s.

    Look out for red flags.

    Look out for red flag words in your conversations with him. ‘I don’t even get feminism’ is equal to misogynist. ‘I like nurturing women’ is equal to ‘I’m looking for a woman who’s going to cook and clean for me’. ‘It was both our faults’ when describing how his last relationship ended is equal to he cheated on his girlfriend. 

    And then look out for even more red flags.

    If he has a CV type list of preferences don’t even bother with him. ‘Looking for a God-fearing woman, not taller than 5’ 7″, working class, lover of children and proficient in Microsoft word and excel. You are looking to go on a date, not a job interview. You could agree to a date and he’ll ask you to come along with your references.

    Most importantly.

    If things go well and you end up agreeing to go on a date with him. No matter how much of a nice guy he might seem like always meet somewhere safe and public. Happy hunting!

  • The more I think about it, the stronger my conclusion – relationships are a scam.

    Take dating for instance – that arrangement where two consenting individuals agree to care for each other in a special way and see where it goes.

    To start with, it’s based on pure probability – what the hell do you mean by seeing where it goes? Plus you have to show your love, in gifts, in special nights on the town – basically, it’s expensive. Then there’s the fact that you could come to the end of a three-year-long relationship just to find out you’ve been dating yourself.

    It doesn’t help that the pressure to get in relationships is real. Even if you have the confidence and poise of a young Frank Donga, people expect your university degree to come with hints of a relationship – proof that you won’t spend your life alone and become one of those dog-whisperers.

     

    Everything changed when I took a few weeks off work in 2017.

    Dating in Lagos - Us against the world.

    I chose to spend my time resting at home and as Cupid would have it, I learned all the ways loneliness can kill a man. It was then that it came upon me like an epiphany brought to you by BellaNaija; why was I not seeing someone? Would I die if I started dating? Doesn’t a hot piece of cake like me deserve love too?

    So I decided to get into the dating pool. And where else would I choose to date than in Lagos – the city of beautiful, independent women where you lose money every time you breathe, sneeze or take a step in any direction. The city where I’ve lived for the last 2 years and most of my life before that.

    See how I set myself up? Boys and girls, gather around, I tried dating in Lagos and these are my confessions.

    It is starting like this.

     

    Can you convince someone to date you?

    The last time I checked, relationships involved a minimum of two people. So the first step was obviously finding bae. I was pretty clear on what I wanted.

    Four words: interesting, opinionated, not broke and fine. I stan myself, a simple man.

    The problem is, nobody’s walking around Lagos with their character traits plastered on their foreheads. I had to search, something I had neither the time or money to do, so I settled for the next best option.

    It’s free and depending on whether your boss can see your phone screen from his seat, you can use it at work.

    Boys and girls, meet TINDER.

    Except instead of love, I found women trying to sell their market.

    One conversation went like this:

    Me: “Hello. I’m Segun.”

    Tinder Babe: “Hey. Do you want a few hours or the whole night?”

    Me: “What?”

    Tinder Babe: Where are you? One night is 30k and you’ll pay for my Uber.

    Me: *deletes Tinder app and pleads the blood of God*

    So I took my search offline.

    Weeks later, I met someone who seemed a good fit at a Brymo concert, but life quickly showed me we were not in the same tax bracket so I moved on.

    It took a chance meeting with a friend’s friend to find someone I actually liked.  Let’s call her Sunny.

    So (potential) bae found, the next obvious thing was to find out if I was being groomed by a serial killer – that thing people call ‘getting to know each other’.

    I have come a long way from university and asking girls out to beer parlours. I wanted to do it right and in my hunt for a perfect date, I learned something.

     

    You always have a point to prove.

    In Lagos, people treat every date as if there’s a better option waiting for them at the door – so you’re always trying to prove you’re the right option.

    I did this by planning my first date at Bungalow’s in Victoria Island.

    Nothing too fancy. Just art on the walls and food that looks like it was Photoshopped. Then I saw estimates of the bill on a food review website and my brain started shaking in my head.

    Basically, how you choose to prove the point is up to you.

    After hours of asking for divine inspiration, it came to me; a place where the breeze is cheaper than air conditioning and God’s niceness can be witnessed first hand. We went to Oniru beach instead. After some snacks, a long conversation and some playing in the water straight out of a lazy Major Lazer video, we agreed to another date.

    Mission accomplished.

     

    Ocean breeze is cheaper than air conditioning

    After a few more dates, things began to move a bit steady.

    For one, we had come to understand one another. She had a giant sweet tooth so I figured ice-cream made up for a few unreturned calls. She also discovered I’m a personal person (whatever that means) so she learned to keep things between us.

    But what about other people? I mean, all the people walking around, looking for other people’s business to put their noses in.

     

    Everybody in Lagos is in the same WhatsApp group.

    Lagos has an estimated 18 million people and all of us are in the same WhatsApp group.

    Some weeks into my new thing, one of them chose to tell me some ‘private information’ about Sunny. Basically, she had been seeing someone while I was all by myself in this cold world. This ‘information volunteer’ thought I should know that they had been a celebrity couple of sorts.

    Right out of the gates, I didn’t like it. But in a rare moment of reasonable thinking, I chose to talk to her first. A brief conversation cleared things up.

    It was easy to understand – It happened before me and she made it clear that they had both moved on.

    You hear that dull hum in the background? That’s the sound of a fight that almost happened, dying forever. Out here, some people just don’t want you to enjoy things. I wanted to enjoy this so trust became important way earlier than I expected.

    With our external enemies in the dust, it was time to overcome my biggest challenge; myself.

     

    But first – an important question.

    How do you know when a series of dates become a relationship?

    I ask because some people are funny and they’ll actually ask, what are we now? To which I am inclined to answer that we are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator.

    I think for me, it was when we began to dedicate time to one another. She’d show up when I was having a bad day. I’d take time off my regular schedule to go with her for a weekday movie or a play, (or something I wouldn’t be caught dead doing alone).

    Sadly, you will find that sometimes, the devil and his bad ideas will come in your way.

     

    Case in point (and proof that I’m my own biggest problem).

    After a relatively stressful week, Sunny had been asking if I could make time for us to chill, on her bill at that, but the boys beckoned. I figured I could give Saturday to the guys and hang with her later. 

    So on Sunday night, while I was in Lekki at a friend’s, I asked her to dress up for a night out. As I dropped the call and made to request a Taxify ride to the mainland, my fingers begged me to play a final round of FIFA, so I did.

    I saw streaks of lightning after I conceded the first goal but the rain didn’t start until I had fully been embarrassed.

    Long story short, I ended up spending the rest of my night in traffic, admiring headlights and the Atlantic Ocean, and later, apologising for being a douchebag.

     

    Lagos is underwater - Dating in Lagos

    It was a lesson that showing up is important. But sometimes, what is required of you is less personal and more… financial.

    At this point, Sunny and I had been going steady for nearly two months.

    I was swimming in a relationship, guys. I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life alone in a flat with old books, Football Manager and hungry dogs.

    We’d learned enough of each other to know our limits, so when she asked for me to pick up the tab on some work-related software she was getting, I knew she was asking because she had no choice.

    The problem is for the past two months, my mind had been dreading this moment; a time that reminded of the immortal Nigerian phrase;

     

    No Money, No Honey

    No money, no honey

    Whether it’s for a dinner on the town, a gift or a bail-out, seeing someone puts some strain on your wallet.

    I live in a flat in Surulere and fend for myself which means spending 1000 naira feels like I’m losing blood. In the early days, because love and good vibes cannot charge my laptop, I always chose to pay myself (and my bills) first before helping anyone out.

    But the truth is that love in Lagos, or anywhere for that matter, needs money to flourish. How to balance the strain is the real question you have to answer.

    Also, pray you don’t end up with someone who looks at you and sees a dark-skinned GTB ATM.

    Did I give her the bar? Not all of it but I did what I could.

     

    In the end, Lagos is the real enemy

    You read that right.

    Spending money on Uber and getting stuck on Third Mainland Bridge. Eating at Chicken Republic because Victoria Island’s restaurants are actually made for Instagram. Missing a date because my street is underwater.

    I found out that every time something went wrong, it was because Lagos was trying to kill me.

    I don’t understand why we all don’t just decide to be friends because that’s what this city really wants.

    But then that’s what makes it fun. Fighting, literally, for what you want, like the time I had to explain why I was on Instagram Stories even though I wasn’t answering her calls.

    How did it all end you ask? It didn’t. We’re almost a year strong now and we haven’t reported each other to the Police yet so I guess we’re good. Now I’m just waiting for Lagos to elect a new governor so I can know if this city has something personal against me.

    If you do decide to get on this journey through the wilderness, please stay off Tinder, or open your mobile banking app together at the same time.

     

  • I think by now we all know Nigerian men are mostly quite crafty, especially when it comes to relationships and women.

    You’d think it would be just the single men, but the married men are outchea wilding as well.

    It’s like they truly believe these are the last days of seven women to one man, even though there are more men in the world now.

    The greedy men don’t care about their single brothers. No o. They just want to chop dey go and kobalize somebody’s daughter.

    Shey, it would even be easier to spot who is who, but these married men have now decided to be removing their rings.

    After many shattered hearts and dreams, Nigerian women have had to master their ways. Sholo stupid ni.

    We’ve figured out a way to help you single ladies recognize when a married man is moving to you, even when he’s not wearing his wedding ring.

    The jig is up.

    When you go his house and you notice that it’s suspiciously bare, my dear flee, that man is married.

    No personal effects, no pictures lying around. House looking like someone took their time to make sure that nothing could be traced. Hmm…

    If he has been married long enough whether he puts on his ring or not, you’ll notice a patch of lighter skin around his ring finger.

    Make sure you look out for it, he can hide his ring but he can’t hide his marriage.

    Sometimes he might even just move the wedding ring to another finger and claim it’s just a random ring.

    Don’t be deceived, that’s his wedding ring.

    You’ll notice that he’s slightly balding, slightly pot-bellied and looks suspiciously close to your father’s age but he’ll still try to convince you that he’s not married.

    My dear don’t listen to him, pick up your bag and run away. That daddy is a married man with four children and one of them might even be your age.

    You’ll also notice that he really doesn’t like coming out in the daytime.

    Na so so night waka in hidden places. He doesn’t want his wife’s family and friends to catch you people together.

    When you ask him if he’s married and he’s too quick to say no, my dear that man has already taken someone else to the altar.

    Before you even say ‘mar…’, he’ll have said: “Me ke, never o, I’m still searching for the right woman, maybe it’s you”.

    You’ll notice signs of a female presence in his house that’s always conveniently a sister or a cousin but you’ll never meet said sister or cousin.

    His wife is in the overseas for summer and he’s only using you as summer bae.

    For some reason he has refused to invite you over to his house.

    You’ve also noticed that he can only leave his house at certain times. Anything past 9 and he starts panicking about how he has to go home as if he has a curfew.

    Finally, the easiest thing to do is look him up on the internet.

    Even if he has covered his tracks, his wife and children haven’t. You are bound to find someone’s facebook page.
    My sisters, if you have any other tips for us, please share o! Before we go and enter one chance. Tweet us @zikokomag!