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  • Hear Me Out: I’m Treating My Body Like It’s My Own

    Hear Me Out is a weekly limited series in which Ifoghale and Ibukun share unsolicited opinions; some people think others are living, but everyone should hear.


    As a woman, people tell you stuff you don’t care to hear, especially things you didn’t ask for. “Smile more”, “wear this”, and “this is how a woman is expected to be”. Unsolicited advice masked as concern isn’t only given to women in underdeveloped countries. In the countries we assume are advanced, women still suffer from hearing unsolicited advice that helps no one. 

    The concept of telling women what to do with their lives and bodies stems from the infantilization of women. Women are frequently seen as people who should be handheld and guided. We’re supposed to be meek, assumed to be like sheep who need a shepherd. Women are taught to ask “how high?” when the rest of the world tells us to “jump”.

    As a plus-size woman, one of the most annoying forms of policing I get is what every other person assumes I’m supposed to wear. “Won’t that outfit show your belly?”, “Don’t you think you should dress according to your body type?” and so many other questions that irritate me when I hear them. Is my belly an accessory I can leave at home? If the dress was made in my size and fits me, why do you think I’m not dressing according to my body type?

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    Women are told to smile more and wear their hair straight and sleek. I once had a guy try to toast me by telling me he hated dark-skinned, fat women with natural hair (all the things that I am) but was willing to make an exception for me. Although this happened a few years ago, I still wonder what he assumed that information would do for me. Did he think his admiration of me, despite his preference, was going to make me happy and excited to be with him? Did he even think at all? 

    You assume the theories of what women should look like comes from the men till you meet women who spend all their time telling other women how to “woman better”, how femininity should be done in a way that pleases men. Like women don’t look in the mirror or know how to think for themselves, go to the salon for themselves, admire themselves when they go out, or women don’t like to feel and look good for their own confidence.

    Beyond telling women how to look, women are also expected to get married at a certain age, dedicate their lives to caring for children or be forced to have children they don’t want. When women bring up wanting to get rid of children they don’t wish to have, people bat an eye and twist their lips to say the worst things about the woman and her decision. Women are expected to listen to what every other person thinks they should do and not what they want for themselves. 

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    When women get battered, hurt or killed, we hear people ask questions we don’t expect to hear anymore. Questions like, “what was she wearing?” The onus is on women to protect ourselves, preserve our honours and always listen because it’s assumed everyone knows more about our realities than we who live our day-to-day lives through it. 

    Constantly telling women what you expect them to do and how you expect them to look and behave is very harmful. These ideas and ideologies are passed down generations, raising women who don’t know what to do if they’re not told. It breeds women who are used to living a version of themselves that was created by others, who aren’t confident in themselves and their abilities. 

    If the first thing that comes to mind when you see a woman is to tell her your thoughts on how she should be a better woman, maybe you should take a minute to check yourself. Check your projections, sit with yourself and ask why it’s so important to share your question or opinion. Put yourself in her shoes by giving yourself advice or sharing your opinion with yourself.

    Of course, there are situations where you need to stand up to someone. Where you need to explain to them why you think their choices are harmful when you know they aren’t exactly seeing reason. That’s where emotional intelligence comes in. Helping a woman shouldn’t come with insults and degradation. It shouldn’t be wrapped and served the way harmful and insulting advice is.

    The most important thing to do before speaking to a woman and sharing your thoughts on her appearance or action is to find an empty room and talk in it. Let your words echo back to you. If you need to police anyone, please, join the police force in whatever country you reside. 

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    Hear Me Out is a brand new Zikoko limited series, so you can check back every Saturday by 9 a.m. for new episodes from Ifoghale and Ibukun.

  • Hear Me Out: Being an Adult Doesn’t Mean You Should Be a Parent

    Hear Me Out is a weekly limited series where Ifoghale and Ibukun share the unsolicited opinions some people are thinking, others are living but everyone should hear.

    Being an Adult Doesn’t Mean You Should Be a Parent

    Let’s talk about parenting 

    If there’s one thing this week has done, it’s strengthened my resolve to not have kids. In the last week, I’ve spent time with my sister who has a three-year-old and a five-week-old. The newborn doesn’t require much, all he does is eat, sleep, pee, poop and cry. I don’t have to tell him to stop jumping or get up or sit down or drop this or that as often as I have to tell his older brother.

    When you’re the last-born, like me you get easily irritable when toddlers don’t calm down. You wonder why they misbehave in public and quickly blame the parents, meanwhile, the child is a crackhead whose actions are not a reflection of their upbringing. 

    I’m team FUCK THEM KIDS and I care very little about what my ovaries can do. My siblings think it’s a phase, but I am a woman in her mid-twenties who can very much make up her mind about things. Kids are not a gift pack that comes with being an adult. They are not accessories you get when you cross a certain age. 

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    I don’t tell a lot of people about my not wanting kids. Ever since I told my mum, she’s been sneaking it into her daily prayers whenever she calls me. The most recent one was her asking God to take away any modern ideas from me. I asked her what the modern ideas were and she said something like “God knows my heart.” 

    It’s the year 2022, and although a lot of us claim to know better and want to do better as adults and as parents, we still have to go out to touch grass. We need to accept that we are in the minority of people who have unlearned and relearned what parenting means and how parenting should be done. 

    Personally, I think psych evaluations should be conducted before people are allowed to be parents. While educating people about sex and teaching them safe sex, it’s important to let them know that children can also be a side effect of sex. You can go from having an insane orgasm to taking care of someone who doesn’t know their left from their right. 

    Lastly, children are very expensive, very noisy and they take more from the table than they bring. They are cute for a few years and you have to care for them from the day they are born till the day you die. 

    I enjoy slandering children and I’m sure I’ve already done a lot of that, but now, I want to applaud adults who take the bold step to have and love those crotch goblins. 

    Even the child looks unimpressed

    Having children is like buying a product. Sometimes you get another one for free. The problem with this product is that you can’t return it.

    For real tho

    Do not have kids until you are sure you are ready for them and when I say ready, I mean it in every capacity of the word. No one really knows what kind of parent they’ll be, but you need to know the basics. Financial stability is the most important thing so you can pay for therapy when your kid fucks up your life or vice versa. 

    Until next time, it’s fuck them kids on these streets. 

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    Hear Me Out is a brand new limited series from Zikoko, and you can check back every Saturday by 9 a.m. for new episodes from Ifoghale and Ibukun.

  • Hear Me Out: We Should Have More Phone Sex

    Hear Me Out is a weekly limited series where Ifoghale and Ibukun share the unsolicited opinions some people are thinking, others are living but everyone should hear.


    I like the idea of phone sex because I often find myself pitying long-distance couples. If you spend hours talking on the phone with your partner, have virtual dates and parties on Zoom, should phone sex seem that weird?

    On a Sunday morning about six months ago, I got three separate voice notes from a friend on Snapchat — a three act narration of her phone sex experience. I don’t usually consider myself an amebo, but I was eating this gist up like ewa agoyin and then asking for more.

    What had started out for my friend as a lonely evening in a hotel bed in Abuja with an admittedly big bottle of wine in the space beside her, had turned into a restless need to be touched. When it became clear her usual people were too far away to come over, she decided to browse through her FaceTime contacts for some company. That’s where she found him.

    Honestly, she didn’t even consider this guy to be a friend. He was someone she knew a long time ago who had indicated interest in her. Nothing else was special about him. At that moment when she needed to feel something, to have someone watch her and desire her in the watching, his face on her phone screen was good enough. By the time she sent me those voice notes, my friend’s wants were  satisfied.

    Phone sex, before anything else, satisfies a special kind of horny. It’s for that urgent horny. The horny that believes it’s strong enough to defeat the wahala of Nigerian networks.

    I get it — I do. I’ve found myself far away from my love interests for most of my life. At first, it was university whisking me away from my secondary school love, and later, work. Most recently, it was NYSC. Because of these, phone sex was simply where my life naturally arrived — but why exactly did I turn to it?

    Phone sex, before anything else, satisfies a specific kind of horny. It’s for that urgent horny. The horny that believes it’s strong enough to defeat the wahala of Nigerian networks and doesn’t care for all the awkwardness of purely talking someone else to the point where they satisfy their needs. And it can get awkward, I’ll admit.

    In my first experience, there were moments where we both fell silent because I didn’t know what to say. When I did speak, I was a little worried I was saying the wrong things.

    The thoughts in my head  went from “Is this what she wants to hear?” to “Should I fake a moan? Would that be obvious?” and finally, some minutes into the thick of it, “So I can join Twitter moaning competitions like this?”

    Later, when I wasn’t lowkey cringing at how thirsty two people can sound when they’re horny, I thought about how I was forced to open up. I had shared entirely new things with my partner, and this brought us closer.

    Our conversations became vast and more fluid. We’d moved past the phase of trying to figure out what we couldn’t say in the relationship, and suddenly we could talk about sex without holding back. I felt like our relationship had reached the next level.

    My desire to keep my partner interested forces me to become vulnerable. When I fear I’m about to kill the vibe, the only thing left to do is to become explicit about what I want to see, feel or hear. My least favourite thing about phone sex — the part where I worry about saying something so boring, my partner starts to roll their eyes  — is also the part I need the most.

    Another great thing about phone sex is the way it can turn just about anybody into a listener. If you’re worried your partner isn’t paying attention to you, let me tell you about the give and take energy in phone sex.

    Like with all sex, there’s very little fulfilment if your partner is not interested. Though, the stakes are much higher with phone sex. It’s tough to fake interest behind a screen from many miles away; you’ll really need to listen to what your partner enjoys.

    I was curious about whether I was the only person who sometimes found it awkward, and so I went around asking.

    Someone told me on WhatsApp: “If I’m not comfortable with the person or not in the mood, then shit, it’s probably going to suck. There’s no point.”

    And another friend on iMessage: “I was sometimes confused about what he was saying, but it wasn’t all bad once I got into it. The problem was that I wasn’t always into it. But video calls and voice notes work like magic!”

    The cool thing about phone sex is there are so many ways it can happen: over texts, voice call, video call, whatever you and your partner find most comfortable. Just because they’re not in the same room as you doesn’t mean you have to pocket your desires and go to bed.

    Thinking back to those three voicenotes, I remember my friend swearing that the best part of phone sex is the hunger.

    “I love that my partner thinks my body is such a turn on, even if they can’t touch me at that moment. Sometimes, it helps to build momentum for when you actually get to see the person.” I agree with this, especially when I remember the times my in-person sexual experiences started off over phone calls.

    I’m single now and about 16 hours away from my current love interest. Whether or not they’ll eventually love me back (don’t ask me about this) is uncertain, but I plan to bring up phone sex if we ever take things forward. Because I know for sure that I might be on the move again soon, and my horny will likely come along with me. If you’re like me, young and unsettled — hear me out — you might want to read this again.


    Hear Me Out is a brand new limited series from Zikoko, and you can check back every Saturday by 9 a.m. for new episodes from Ifoghale and Ibukun.

  • Hear Me Out: This Year, I Want to Live the Soft Life

    It’s 2022 AD, and some people still believe Nigerian women aren’t working as hard as they should. 

    We literally have female athlete champions, bank CEOs, the legend that is Chimamanda, and actual Nigerian women who live in Nigeria — which anyone will tell you is an extreme sport — but every other market day on Nigerian Twitter, another argument springs up about how women these days are different or aren’t as “hardworking” as our mothers in years past.

    Our mothers in times past, unprovoked.

    Honestly, I once bought into the “hard work” school of thought. I believed, as a woman, I needed to work extra hard to prove to society that I wasn’t some babe who lived on girlfriend allowances or went on dates expecting men to pay for me.

    I wanted to be an independent woman, who didn’t need no man. So, I put my head down and worked like my life depended on it. Unfortunately, capitalism doesn’t always care how hard you work. Capitalism only cares about working people to the bone and getting enough profit to keep its wheels running. And with adulting hovering like a weapon fashioned against me, I essentially lived every day counting down to payday.

    But I’m happy to announce that I’ve seen the light. I still don’t need no man, but my days of thinking I have to work like a low-budget jackass are long over. This year, I want to live the soft life.

    I know I speak for both men and women when I say I want to make money that doesn’t finish the moment I step outside, and someone asks, “Savings or Current?”

    The kind of life where I don’t have to put on my best Nigerian mother impression when I go to the market, so the traders don’t bleed my account dry. The kind of life where I can tell my boss to take a hike if I like — well, not exactly like that, but you get what I mean. 

    I know I speak for both men and women when I say I want to make money that doesn’t finish the moment I step outside, and someone asks, “Savings or Current?” I want to make sure those girls’ trips finally leave the group chat and actually happen. I want to make enough to keep money for my old age, so I don’t have to depend on my children. I want to live the soft life this year, and it has to be this year.

    My soft life ambition didn’t just start; I also tried to manifest it in 2022, but sapa said, “LMAO”. I’ll admit that my methods weren’t exactly the best. I started by investing almost all my life savings in crypto, and it looked good for a while, till crypto winter came and, well, you get the gist.

    I also tried locking cash in some of these digital finance apps, but it turns out turning back on your digital savings goals is much easier than breaking physical kolos. In summary, 2022 wasn’t my soft life year.

    But 2023? It’s me and the god of money. I’ve heard investments are a much better financial option, and though I kinda feel like only rich people invest, I found something that may help me cut my proverbial cloth according to my material.

    Apparently, Stanbic IBTC Asset Management has this thing where you can choose to invest in mutual funds from ₦5,000, and start building your wealth from there. This already sounds good to me, because hello? ₦5,000?

    Here’s how it works: Their mutual funds are invested in either equity (stocks), fixed-income securities or a mix of both — depending on what you’re investing for, and your risk appetite. In the words of my Nigerian mother, “One way doesn’t lead to the market”. 

    I’ll very much NOT like to end 2023 singing the same “sapa” song, so let’s see what mutual funds offer. You can join me by starting your wealth journey here or checking their website for more information on Mutual Funds or other digital assets.

    To a soft life in 2023!