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Are you an Igbo man who wants to serenade his wife every time you call her name? Do you want her cheeks to turn a bright red whenever she hears her name?
Surely, you know you can’t achieve this level of hot romance with just her government name. If you are out there for name options that’ll make her melt a little, you’re in luck. We’ve compiled a list of 30 sweet Igbo names to call your wife.
Anyanwu Ututu
It means “morning sun”, and it’s the cutest way to let her know she lightens up your world.
Achalugo
If you’ve found yourself a woman with a royal bloodline.
Odim N’obi
It means “The one in my heart”. This name will let her know she’s got no rival.
Ifeoma
It means a good thing. And you know what they say about he who finds a wife? Exactly.
Nwanyin Oma
If she’s a good woman by all ramifications.
Nne
It’s short, loving and tender.
Honim
Let’s just say this is the Igbo version of “Honey”.
Akwa Ugo
It means precious eagle egg. Ask yourself, is she not the most precious person in your life?
Ego Oyinbo
If your woman is a cash madam that makes it rain.
Mma Nkem Obi’m
This might be a mouthful but it means “The beauty of my heart”. So sweet.
Eze Nwanyin Obi’m
Another mouthful which means “Queen of My Heart”.
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Mma
Use this name if her beauty is second to none.
Nke’m
It means “My Own”. No better way to reassure your woman.
Sweetim
This is the Igbo version of “Sweety”.
Onu Ugu M
It means “The tender end of the Ugu leaf”. This name is a way of letting your woman know she’s delicate and pretty.
Obi’m
It means “My heart”. Ask yourself, is she not?
Ukwu Venza
If your woman is endowed with a big behind.
Omalicha
Because in your eyes, she’s the most beautiful woman that walks this earth.
Ugoeze
It means “The King’s pride”. Use this name if you’re a royal who’s found the absolute LOYL.
Tomato Jos
No better way to let her know she’s the fairest in the land.
Nwanyi Murumu
It means “My precious one”.
Olu gbajie
This cheeky Igbo name means “Neck break for your beauty”. Call your woman this as a constant reminder of how hot she is.
Asampete
This Igbo name means “My beautiful woman”. It’s another way of appreciating her beauty.
Apunanwu
It means “You don’t go under the sun”. Use this name if you want your wife to know she’s not one to stress.
Oyoyo M
This one means “My dearest one”.
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Obi di ya
This name means “Her husband’s heart”. Use it to constantly remind your woman that she’s all that matters to you.
Akwa Ugo
It’s Igbo for “Eagle’s egg”. And one thing about this particular type of egg? It’s precious and highly cherished.
Ifenkili
It’s Igbo for “Beauty to behold”.
Asa Nwa
Another way of appreciating your woman’s beauty in Igbo. It means “Beautiful child”.
Oriaku M
Only use this name if you’re an Odogwu because it means “Spender of my money”.
Your heart should melt a little every time your boyfriend’s name pops on the screen. If this isn’t the case for you, you’re doing something wrong in your relationship. The good thing is that we know just how to fix this problem.
Here are 60 cute names for your boyfriend on your mobile phone.
1. Big head
It doesn’t matter if his head is small.
2. Baby
He might be 20 years older, but he’ll always be your baby.
3. Sweety pie
Before you roll your eyes, is he a pie or not?
4. Akanni
If he’s a traditional Yoruba man.
5. Mine
Think about it —who else dares lay claim to him?
6. Zaddy
If he’s a sugar daddy that plows your farmland efficiently.
7. Beau
A little French vibe is sexy AF.
8. My Everything
Because without him, you cannot exist.
9. Idunnu mi
It means “My happiness” in Yoruba.
10. Cash cow
If he’s your personal money minting machine
11. Personal mumu
If he worships the ground you tread.
12. Chief Daddy
If he’s a sugar daddy.
13. Odogwu
If he’s a businessman that rains cash on you unprovoked.
14. Ayanfe mi
Another one for the Yoruba demons. It means “My chosen one”.
15. Dearly Beloved
If y’all love story is nothing short of a Shakespearean affair.
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16. Lover boy
If he’s head over heels in love.
17. Wizzy Baby
If you’re a Wizkid fan, your boo is your personal Wizzy Baby
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What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Sola: We met in a small supermarket on my street. I passed him on the aisle to the counter, and he noticed one of my tattoos. He told me it was nice. I actually thought he was talking about my jewellery and tried to explain that my grandma gave them to me when I was a child.
When I realised he was talking about the tattoo, I just smiled and faced my front.
Charles: I wasn’t used to seeing girls with tattoos in my neighbourhood, so I found her intriguing. I asked her for her number, but she said she didn’t know it off-head and also didn’t bring her phone with her. I assumed she didn’t want to give me, but then she scrambled through her wallet for paper and asked the cashier for a pen.
Sola: I took down his number and, later that night, dutifully texted him on WhatsApp so he could have my number. Only for him to say he couldn’t remember who I was.
Charles?
Charles: So the thing is, I was high when we met at the supermarket.
Hm. Sola, how did you take that?
Sola: I had to send him a video I’d taken earlier, in the same outfit, to jug his memory. I was irritated, so I figured I wouldn’t speak to him again. And true true, he didn’t text me for a while. It was also December, and he was giving IJGB vibes with a slight accent and all.
Charles: I hadn’t just got back. I got back a long time ago.
When did you realise you liked each other?
Sola: Later that month was events and concert season in Lagos.
I was on my way to my office end-of-year party when he messaged me for the first time since the day we met. He was attending a show in our area and was wondering if I wanted to come. I told him I was on my way somewhere else, so he switched to video to see how I looked. He hailed me and made me feel so cute.
Charles: She looked good, and I couldn’t hide it.
Sola: He told me to have a good time and not be a stranger. I smiled and felt good about myself just hearing him say that. I don’t even know why. He just looked and sounded like a sweet guy.
I was talking to this other guy at the time, and even though I liked him, I always felt like he was giving me this subtle attitude. But Charles already made me feel fully appreciated.
Charles: For me, it was when we finally met up at a festival on Boxing Day. Neither of us came with friends, so we got to bond and get to know each other, surrounded by music and strangers having fun.
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What happened after?
Charles: We chatted until mid-January, when we met again for her birthday. That’s when I saw another side of her — the party girl side.
Sola: My friends organised a little dinner for me and then a club thing after.
Charles: She and her friends are crazy. I couldn’t keep up at all. I had to leave early.
Sola: The next day, I called to thank him for the gift he gave me at the dinner, and he started asking how I got home and if I was safe the whole time. I was a little irritated. I’m 30+, please.
We texted for weeks after, but I made sure I was cold in my responses. Until one day, he told me he really liked me but he felt I didn’t like him back. My heart melted, and I told him I liked him.
Charles: That’s how we got together officially.
No wasting time?
Charles: I was done waiting. I just wanted to know if we’d work out in a proper relationship once and for all.
Sola: So you weren’t even sure at that point?
Charles: Is it possible to be sure until you try it out?
And how has it been so far?
Sola: There’s been ups and downs. We’ve taken a few breaks because we keep having the same issues around our very different social lives.
Charles: I never considered myself religious until we started dating. But I never miss a service. I know you’ll ask how come I was high the first time we met. I guess I’m religious now because I was born religious. My mother really drummed church culture into our heads, and now, it’s just ingrained.
Sola is more casual about it, and she’s a popular jingo. Meaning that she has over 50 close friends and attends at least two big parties a month. I’m talking proper club or house parties. I wasn’t prepared for how bothered by that I would be.
Sola: I also never thought it would be an issue, at least, until I started having kids.
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Sounds like a dealbreaker?
Sola: I wish it were that simple. The thing is, everything else works between us.
I love how he makes me feel, his character and his financial trajectory. But I don’t think I can or should have to change for him. I also don’t think he needs to be more social for him; we don’t have to have all the same interests.
Charles: I agree. We’ve been able to establish a middle ground over time, but it still causes friction sometimes. We don’t really connect with each other’s friends because hers are Lagos cool kids, and my friends are more workaholic and church-obsessed. I feel like she’s too cool for me sometimes.
Sola: Cool as how? We’re just used to a lifestyle that’s different from what you’re used to.
We’ve talked about the future a number of times. We’re both ready to settle down, so in November 2023, we made the huge decision to move in together. And the first two months really tested our love and bond. I could tell he tried to be understanding but clearly didn’t like me coming home late on some nights. It made me feel guilty and uncomfortable.
Doesn’t cohabiting clash with Charles’ Christian values, though?
Sola: As you must’ve guessed, he’s half and half about it. That’s probably why we can still have a conversation and make compromises. A true Christian boy would’ve chased my clubbing ass out a long time ago. I wouldn’t even let it get to that.
But yeah, cohabiting has always been a must for me before marriage. I gotta know firsthand what I’m getting into.
Charles: I agree. There’s a place for faith and a place for using your sense.
Sola: We’ve grown to manage our differences better.
He comes out with me to the club on some nights. On others, I cancel on my friends, and we hang out together instead. I no longer feel I need to accept every invitation. That’s a compromise I’m willing to make for the future of our relationship.
Charles: I also don’t feel I have to attend every church service. I’ve limited those to Sundays, and we’ve started going together every week. It’s been cool mixing both worlds at our own pace.
You mentioned being ready to settle down?
Charles: Yeah, that will happen any moment now. I don’t want to spoil anything.
Sola: Ahhh. Don’t let Zikoko be the first to know of your plans. Is it soon? Should I go and fix acrylics? I’ll kill you if you’ve spoilt the surprise, I swear.
Charles: We still have a few things to discuss, but despite our imperfections, we’re right for each other because of how open we are to making things work instead of just walking away for good.
Do your religious parents know about the clubbing and cohabiting?
Charles: Haba. Do they care? My mum isn’t excited about our cohabiting, but she’s not really vocal about it. And they’ve never had to know that we or she clubs.
Sola: Oh, his parents love me. I’m absolutely lovable!
Between us, though, we’ve had major disagreements in the past about my late nights and his prioritising mid-week services over our bonding time. We’d take a break for a week or two, and before you know it, we’re back because we love spending time together.
I don’t think our social lives should be enough to keep us apart. I mean, at this age, we should know.
Right. How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?
Sola: 8. We’re a work in progress, but sometimes the journey matters just as much as the destination. Or whatever these motivational speakers say.
Charles: LOL. Same.
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What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Tobi: I met her at a mutual friend’s house party next door two year ago. I came late, and most people had left, but she was there with a female friend sitting outside the house when I entered the gate. She was the first person I saw, and I just walked up to her and said hi. I thought she was foine with her thickness and mini skirt.
Tare: I saw him the moment he opened the gate and stepped in. I thought he was too nicely dressed for the very basic get-together. Don’t get me wrong. He was dressed casually, but you could tell he carefully curated his t-shirt, cargo shorts, and what Nigerian wears a face cap at night?
Turned out he worked in the music industry: He had some big credits as a producer and was building up to being a recording artist himself. I didn’t find that out immediately, though.
What happened in the meantime?
Tare: The friend I came with eventually left me at the party. Then we chatted for a bit before he invited me next door to his place because he wanted to leave. I declined, so we exchanged numbers and continued chatting into the wee hours of the morning when I got home.
Tobi: Yeah. We compacted months of talking stage into that one night.
Tare: The next day was a Sunday. He invited me to his place again, and I went this time. He took me to his studio, and that’s when he told me about his music.
He wanted to kiss me several times until I told him, “I don’t share”.
Tobi: So I asked her to be my girlfriend.
Tare: Then I repeated what I said: I don’t share.
What does that mean?
Tare: If he wants to kiss or date me, he has to be ready to kiss or date only me.
Tobi: That was a fair deal. I happened to be single at the time. I’d been single for about five months, and I really liked her already.
Why exactly did you like her?
Tobi: I just knew she wouldn’t bore me or complain about everything. She has this soft “no stress” vibe that made me feel like I could ignore all my struggle when I’m with her.
Tare: And what you saw was what you got.
Tobi: Yes. Even when she’s troublesome or in a mood, she’s still generally good vibes. All I want to do is help her feel better any way I can.
She does a lot for me, too. She takes care of me, especially when I’m over-focused on studio work.
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So you started dating the next day?
Tobi: Yes. I asked her out in my house that day. She laughed but still said okay. I had to swear exclusivity to her sha. I’ve never been one to have a side chick or multiple girls, anyway.
Tare: It was important to vocally agree on that beforehand, though.
I said yes because I liked his face, thought he had sense (as per, he can hold a conversation and his opinions made sense), and he was CLEAN. Very important. But I also believed he just wanted to get to make out with me.
Tobi: Well, that’s true. But obviously not the complete truth. I also wanted to see how far the relationship would go. I actually didn’t know at that point if it would make it past some make-outs or not.
When did you realise you loved each other?
Tobi: The first time we had sex about a week after dating. I remember waking up next to her the morning after feeling so happy, like I’d achieved greatness.
Also, the first time I had to travel to perform, towards the end of that month. We’d decided she wouldn’t go with me because I wanted to keep my private life completely private. In the past, my girlfriends had issues with that, but she respected my feelings and even came to pick me up at the airport in her mum’s car when my management messed up.
Tare: I love to drive, so I didn’t mind at all. And he’d been gone for a week. I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Tobi: It was last minute, and I almost didn’t ask her to come because I thought she’d be pissed off. But I felt good when I saw her at the airport looking so happy to see me. All I wanted to do was kiss her for hours.
How has navigating your relationship with a music career been so far?
Tare: It’s been a lot of ups and downs. Especially as I work for an oil company, and it can be just as demanding. The only difference is that it’s a lot more stable than music. We’ve had to struggle to make time for each other. Especially when he drops a project, and he has to be everywhere promoting it.
Tobi: But we make it work. We always text whenever we can’t call. And when things are quieter, like I’m between projects, we meet up. She comes over to my place for days or weeks.
Tare: We also try to go on dates, but we always end up leaving about 30 minutes in to just be together at home. When we dress nice and go to restaurants, we somehow end up telling them to pack the food up so we can eat naked at home.
Tobi: I’m an extroverted introvert, and she’s the reverse.
Is this all part of keeping the relationship private?
Tobi: I’m generally a private person. I don’t need people to know my parents or siblings either. It’s not that deep; I’m still coming up. It’s not like I’ve blown. I just don’t feel comfortable having my business out in the open like that.
Tare: I’m so sure if he was in any other industry, he wouldn’t even be on social media. He loves to be mysterious.
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Tare, how do you feel about being unable to show each other off to the world?
Tare: I don’t like it sometimes, I won’t lie. Especially when he has a show but doesn’t want me coming along to hype him.
I got side-eyes when my friends heard that one. A couple of them are in the music industry as well, but mostly the business side, and they’ve always said, “Don’t date a musician. They’re either too broke or will sleep with anyone. Never do it. Just don’t.” It’s been everyone-I-know’s mantra, so I actually don’t know how I got here.
Tobi: I pressed your mumu button.
Tare: Get out.
How do you navigate that negative energy?
Tobi: I think we just know ourselves well. I’ve given her no reason to distrust me. The same thing for her. Other people’s rules don’t apply.
Tare: It hurts when my friends are convinced he’s playing me, all because he’s not bringing me out to the clubs or posting videos of us on socials. They think I’m a fool for accepting that, but I actually know this guy personally. I know what we’ve done for each other, how we hype ourselves up behind the scenes where things are less glamorous.
Also, he’s not broke o. You need to see how much this man collects to produce people’s songs. Ahhh. But I don’t need to tell them private info about my relationship to get them to trust me.
What are some ways you establish trust?
Tare: Communication. I’m big on that. We keep each other accountable for every minute detail of our lives. We talk about things like planning towards paying his younger siblings’ fees. We discuss all our comings and goings. I almost always know where he is at any given time. Then again, 90% of the time, he’s in his studio, which is in his house.
I know all his friends well, too; they’re annoyingly always hanging out at his place anyway.
Tobi: Yeah, she doesn’t like that. I’ve slowly had them move out or stay away. Now, both our friends have reasons to hate the other person. Haha. That’s life.
But, yeah, what she said. We always talking. When people try to toast us, we send each other the screenshots and yab ourselves.
Tare: I’d be like, “See o. They’re toasting your babe o. Someone wants to take me to the club you don’t want to take me to o.” No. We’re so chilled with each other. This is the most laid-back, no-stress relationship I’ve ever been in. And I love it here.
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Sweet. It’s been two years; wedding bells anytime soon?
Tare: Nah. We’re still young and trying to establish our careers.
Tobi: Yeah. Marriage and trying to make it in music don’t quite mix. So, it was always important for me to date someone just as focused on building their career over getting married early. Tare is super driven at work, and I love that about her.
Tare: What are you marrying for when you haven’t secured the bag, abeg? I’m definitely getting married o. I want a husband. But money first for now.
Have you guys had a major fight yet?
Tobi: Remember when I said she didn’t like that I always had my friends at my house? Yeah, that caused several major fights.
Tare: If you came to Tobi’s three-bed this time last year, you’d meet at least six guys crashing there. He had guys over 100% of the time. Some would even sleep over for months. It wasn’t conducive for me at all.
Tobi: I knew she was right. But I didn’t want to confront my guys for a while. Most of them support my music hustle. One is a fairly popular hype man. I had a couple of fellow artists and producers or just people with long legs in the industry.
Right
Tare: Most of them were dirty. They didn’t mind leaving used plates or clothes everywhere. Usually, I’d just stick to Tobi’s room when I get to his house. But it started feeling like we lived in a self-contained.
So sometime last year, I told him he was lying that the flat was his. It’s obvious he only owns his room — you know how friends rent out flats together and then share the rooms? He was so pissed when I said this.
Then, about two weeks later, he cleared out the flat. No more hangers-on all over the living room, kitchen and front yard. No more funky smell. It was like magic.
Tobi: She bruised my ego, and she’s rejoicing. Women!
Would you say you both hang with your friends less often now that you’ve set boundaries?
Tare: Yes. I’ve distanced myself, but not so much that I’m isolated. I know I’ll still need my female support. And I’d like to still be there when they need me the most.
Tobi: I see my friends less, yes. But I never used to hang with them like that. I don’t really hang with people.
Tare: He’s too full of himself, don’t mind him.
Is that true?
Tobi: I just don’t really rate mindless fun like that. And that’s what most people like having. When I’m not booked and busy with gigs, I’m booked and busy with production jobs. I’ve got to stay focused. And my guys have always understood that. They know I have a babe now, so they just blame it on her, not me.
Tare: See the way he’s saying it.
Well, I’ve also mostly cut off the guys who are against our relationship just because they’re judgemental. I’m pro-supporting women’s (especially friends’) rights and wrongs, please.
How would you rate your relationship on a scale of 1-10?
Tobi: 20.
Tare: God, now I have to say 20, too?
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On a Sunday morning in February 2023, I changed the phone number I’d had since my secondary school graduation when my father bought me my very first smartphone — after a lifetime of digital deprivation — and deleted all my social media accounts, effectively isolating myself from everyone I know.
I still live with my parents, so I had no choice but to stay in contact with my immediate family. My 9-to-5 handlers, too, through Slack.
But all other gigs were cut off. Every friend I’d gathered over a lifetime, cut off. Extended family weren’t left out. My father’s youngest brother’s “What happened to your phone? It hasn’t gone through in a while?” on his last visit to our house with his wife, was met with a clueless look and my feeble, “Oh really? My phone’s been acting up. I can’t afford to fix it right now.” The most random mention of financial need shuts any concerned individual up in this economy.
2023 had started with a surprise probation at work, delayed payments from my side gigs, ₦200k+ of my hard-earned money stuck in different banks because the famous cash scarcity had somehow wrecked digital transactions and our landlord threatening to kick us out of the house we’d lived much comfortably in for 15 years.
Also, we and the rest of our extended family had lived on my great-grandfather’s estate forever, and the new government had put it under scrutiny.
I laid in bed that morning, burnt out by Nigeria’s worsening wahala, mounting work KPIs, personal struggles and family drama. But that didn’t stop people from expecting one thing or the other from me. I was missing deadlines, a lot of them.
So I switched my Mi-fi sim with my phone’s and never looked back.
I know I did it because I was emotionally overwhelmed and needed an escape. But what I can’t figure out is why ghosting everyone I knew — most, very intimately — felt like the only way out.
Everyone I’ve told about this said the same thing: “It was valid. You needed to prioritise your mental health.” According to this study, 54% of Gen Zs and Millennials have ghosted a close friend to avoid confrontation. But who else ghosts everyone they’ve ever known? 84% of Gen Z and Millennials shared that they’ve been ghosted and don’t feel good about it. Everyone I asked about their ghosting experience expressed deep hurt, and sometimes, anger. How could I hurt all these people in this way?
Everyone is ghosting everyone to avoid confrontation, conflict and difficult conversations. People are so scared of confrontation that they’d rather ignore you forever than speak with you.
But I do well with confrontation. I was appointed a student council member in my final year as an undergrad because I always went to the Dean of Student Affairs office to make demands when we were mistreated. A big deal because I wasn’t the usual spec; it was a faith-based university, and I skipped most chapel services and only listened to secular music. At my old job, I was the only one who could get the CEO to make staff-friendly decisions.
The defining factor in my ghosting tendencies was relationships, especially ones that involved my emotions.
Ghosting my entire network was the second act in the stage play of my life that followed a lifetime of switching up on relationships once they got too comfortable, or on the other hand, complicated. And this act came with a vengeance.
In March 2023, I blocked a company and its entire workforce once they started to demand more than was in our initial agreement. In October, I did the same thing to another company.
In February 2023, I blocked a client after I missed a deadline because I was too embarrassed about it. PS: I still delivered the job before I blocked him. In July, I blocked my friend of over a decade after I failed to draft some documents I’d promised to help her with. I was overwhelmed and burnt out from helping every other person I’d promised to help that week, and she’d missed an important application in the UK because of it.
It’s an endless loop: overpromise, fail, block.
But when I blocked my fourth romantic prospect in a row to display even a breath of emotional inconsistency during yet another talking stage, I knew it was time to come clean about my commitment issues and address its roots.
My early years, at least the parts I can remember, were calm but lonely. Nannies raised me — or more accurately, I raised myself — while my parents were out building businesses.
Then, secondary school came with semi-retirement for my father, and our home got much hotter. There was nothing he wouldn’t scream about, no one in our family he wouldn’t venomously name-call. But of course, my mother bore the lion’s share of his emotional abuse. I never could pinpoint why he hated her so much.
Our family of five is strangely close-knit, and I’m the firstborn, so I know my mother and father well. My mother is the very epitome of gentleness and sacrifice. My father, entitled and insensitive, despite his best efforts. I am the closest child to both of them, and even though their toxic relationship has ruined my life — as you’ll come to read as we go on — I still have candid conversations with both of them.
And so, I say “best efforts” because he doesn’t believe he’s been abusive.
All my life, he’s done well to point out all the good he does for our family when he does them, as though to prove that when things inevitably go sour, he’s justified. Every payment of fees at our expensive private schools was followed by reminders of how great a father he is.
So was hiring drivers to take us to and from school in his favourite Mercedes or buying ingredients for a full English breakfast my mother would proceed to slave over the cooker to prepare for the family every morning — we had maids. Still, she was the only one who could make his food. We were reminded that most Nigerians only ate bread and eggs; we had bacon and baked beans and Frankfurters — orange juice and hot chocolate — because of him.
We’d soon find out that my mother was funding every one of these purchases.
However, my first memory of emotional abuse was on a school morning when I was in junior school. It was time to leave, and I couldn’t find my school bag anywhere. I searched for it for a while, but when I realised I was running late, I told my father, who was passing by, about it. The single act triggered a long fight I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
He started screaming at me. “How could you be so careless? What kind of person loses their bag?” I was an idiot, a fool. My mother came out of whatever room she was in and demanded that he stop calling me names, and he simply redirected his name-calling at her. This went on for a while; the screaming moved from room to room while I sat on our living room floor crying, wanting to die. The last thing I heard from his lips was, “You’ll only end up stupid like your mother.”
This was funny because, at the time, I was a child genius. I’d been promoted four times in primary school because I kept getting perfect grades, and I needed to be “challenged”. I entered secondary school at eight and was already on the honour roll. I also knew for a fact that I got the brains from my mother. She was smart, at least, book-wise. She ran all my father’s businesses for him in the background.
Perhaps, what he meant was stupid enough to keep taking his bullshit.
We eventually discovered that the driver had proactively carried my bag to the car. There it sat, limp in the backseat when we finally went downstairs. The white daisies on the blue bag are seared in my memory now. After that, the name-calling ran amock. My mother forfeited many opportunities (business, career, relationship, networking, you name it) because of the emotional stress she was under. It eventually ruined her career.
We’re the best of friends, my mother and I. I’ve grown to become her support system, voice of reason and shoulder to cry on, and I’ve had this responsibility since my teenage years. She’s told me everything.
My father was her first serious relationship. They met in church during NYSC and courted for at least five years before marriage. In all that time, nothing seemed off. The few times they fought, and my mother thought the relationship would end, he’d return with a grand gesture: a handwritten poem, a handmade card, gifts, most of which she still had. I’d read them and still struggle to associate them with the sender.
They’d met while he was doing missionary work in Bauchi, where she’d served. After her service, they moved to continue the work in Kaduna. She lived with family members. He stayed with church members. When they finally returned to Lagos some years after, her first real red flag was seeing that his father’s estate, which he’d boasted about for a while, was a storey building where he lived with all his adult siblings, some with their children.
Back in Enugu, her own father, a celebrated chief and architect, had several properties, all of which eclipsed this “huge estate in Lagos”, as he’d called it. But she accepted this revelation, and they got married.
His grandfather had been a highly-ranked traditional leader — our family comes from a long line of true Eko indigenes — and the plan was to live off his estate while they focused on building a business and funding missionary work.
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But that soon fell apart when my mother could no longer stomach the politics it took to get those monthly paychecks. Sometimes, there’d be a family squabble, and the sizable cheques would go “missing” for months. The business wasn’t thriving either because all the revenue went into fuelling power generators because the electricity supply was even more subpar than it is today.
She had me a year after the wedding and wanted more financial freedom to raise me like she’d been at a good school with multiple extra-curricular activities. She got her first job and had her first post-wedding fight with my father. Basically, she was bringing bad vibes to his dreams of building a successful company and making an impact in the world by bowing to capitalism.
Once she started working, though, she had to submit all her wages to him. She did this for the next two decades, saving none of it, and still doesn’t understand why. But I know it has everything to do with the foundation of their relationship being church and missionary work in the early 90s. Most Gen Xs at the time believed the husband, AKA the head of the family, had to control the family’s finances. It was all part of the submission of a virtuous woman.
She trusted him to do what was best for the family. In return, she worked hard to make more money and move up the career ladder. She also worked hard to build their business, bringing valuable contacts they needed from work. My father was streetwise, so he was good at charming these contacts to actually let go of their money.
But when things went wrong, as they often do in a place like Nigeria, the house got hot with screaming and name-calling.
My mother was either an idiot who never did what she was told (when she didn’t take his advice) or loved to be right and was always eager to say, “I told you so” (when he didn’t take hers). She’d either try to talk some sense into the situation, which would agitate him more or make him walk out, or stay silent and swallow the insults, which would agitate him more or make him walk out.
The results were always the same. By 2014, my mother had worked three jobs, even though my great-grandfather’s estate still covered our basic expenses, and the family business was churning out tens of millions. My father claimed to be redirecting these millions into other businesses, so my mother paid me and my siblings’ school fees for years. I got to find this one out after graduating from university.
When she eventually quit one job and lost the others, I was happy about it because she was getting old and exhausted. She was finally home and semi-retired so she could get some much-needed rest. Only she couldn’t rest long enough because her free time at home led her to discover that my father had another family and had bought properties in their names.
Of course, my father has had affairs with other women since as far back as I can remember.
He always introduced me to these younger women of different looks, shapes and sizes one way or another. One worked at a popular telecom and always helped us with network issues. One had a husband in the US but lived alone with her daughter in Nigeria; she was responsible for my access to cool new abroad clothes during my first two years in university. She also triggered my germophobia after she told me in gory detail how dirty campus bathrooms can be. Others loved to hang out with me simply because they perceived me as a cool kid.
He never introduced them to me as his side-chicks, of course. They were just nice random friends of his. For whatever reason, he imagined that I would be too stupid to figure it out myself. Sometimes, our entire family would visit their families to give the impression that we were all just great friends.
From 2015 to 2023, we made more and more discoveries about my father’s betrayal. She confronted him with some, but he simply didn’t care about her knowing.
Today, they don’t speak, but we all walk around each other in the house because, god forbid, one of them leaves a house they bought together. They’ve blocked each other, ghosted, and done it without the shield of a gadget, the internet or thousands of miles of space like most ghosters are privileged to have.
When they have to communicate, they do so through me and my siblings. When he does something to her in private, like walking over her when she tripped or pretending she wasn’t in the room or leaving the house with the doors unlocked when she was the only one home, I was the one she told about it. When she found his other child’s birth certificate in our old house, she sent me a photo.
During random conversations about my life, she’d slip in some mistake she’d made in her marriage. Before long, the conversation would become a variation of the same anecdote: all the mistakes she’d made that led her to the toxic situation she was now in, stuck with a man who hates her, struggling to build savings while out of work.
I’m heartbroken for her and filled with rage for my father on behalf of her. But I’m also heartbroken and filled with rage in my own right. I’ve paid all the house bills and my last brother’s school fees for a year because our inheritance is frozen, my father has blown all our money, and my mother is broke. I don’t know how to process this newfound backbreaking set of responsibilities.
My mother has been a source of strength, reassurance and support (even financially) my whole life. But it’s often darkened by her uncertainty about the mistakes she’s made in her own life and her current lack of stability. I’m angry because I know we could’ve done more for each other if she wasn’t in such a weak position.
I’m angry because her endurance of my father’s abuse has also affected me in every way possible.
I have a debilitating obsession with making people happy with me. I can’t say “no” to people; blocking them is how I do it. I’ve entered situationships with people I don’t like and somehow convinced them I’m in love with them until they wake up to find themselves ghosted. I have out-of-body experiences anytime I’m remotely intimate with anyone, like watching someone else do those things from afar.
I don’t trust. I approach every conversation like the person is lying to me, and I only need to play along, act like a fool, tell them exactly what they want to hear, so they can be comfortable. I have knowingly gone along with scams because I didn’t want to disappoint the scammer. In 2021, I lost ₦120k this way. And then, I blocked the person. Imagine blocking a scammer after giving them money, as if they didn’t already plan to block me.
Speaking of telling people exactly what they want to hear, that’s how I’ve convinced my father we’re on good terms so I can still dispassionately benefit from him. I’ve refused to let anger stop me from getting my dues from him as my father.
After changing my phone number, I contacted only two of my friends. The first was the one I mentioned earlier, who I’d blocked because I made her miss an application. So she’s now blocked once more.
She was my oldest friend, and we’d shared many ups and downs before she japa’d in 2022 with her husband and child. She tried to reach me many times through my mother, who begged me to contact her, but I didn’t. On my birthday in December 2023, she sent me a huge food basket with a dessert cake and a note. I felt awful, but I was now faced with a new issue: how to contact her and explain why I blocked her. So, I stalled.
I eventually unblocked and called her on her birthday in January 2024, and as expected, she was kind but cold. Over a decade of friendship lost. I cried myself to sleep that night, as I’d done most nights of my life.
In February 2024, my mother finally told all five of her siblings in different parts of the world about the situation at home. She told me they’d sympathised with her. They were understanding.
They advised her to move into my bedroom.
Her eldest even demanded she put me in contact with her — she was also a victim of my earlier mentioned change of phone number — so she could talk to me about confronting my father for how he was treating my mother.
What struck me was her audacity to believe I hadn’t done so in the last 20+ years of my life. I’ve confronted him for so long that I have nightmares of our fights. I still dream of wild shouting matches with him to this day. But what upset me was their lack of care about how I was doing, how the experience has affected me, how I too needed someone to confront him on my behalf, protect me.
She will remain blocked, as will the rest of my past, until I can escape it and heal. But is it awful that I also want to get away from my mother?
I don’t know who concluded that all women do is backbite and gossip about each other, but genuine female friendships can be the sweetest relationships ever. I asked seven Nigerian women to share the most thoughtful gift they’ve received from a female friend, and their responses were so sweet.
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Amara, 27
I launched my online business in 2023, and my best friend made sure she was the first person to patronise me. She bought something worth ₦50k and paid ₦100k for it. I cried so much. She was planning for her mother’s burial at the time and shouldn’t have been in a position to even offer emotional support, talk more of financial. But that’s just who she is. I’m so grateful for her.
Tobi, 26
I’d only known my closest friend for six months when I got married in 2022. But this babe went all out for me. She wasn’t the chief bridesmaid (my sister was), but she organised a surprise bridal shower, came to stay with me three days prior so I wouldn’t stress, got me a blender as a wedding gift and even distributed souvenirs at the wedding reception. We’ve been friends for two years now, and she’s still the same caring human being. We’ve even passed friendship. We’re sisters now.
Jola*, 30
I was in an emotionally abusive relationship for two years, and my childhood friend never hid her disapproval. But she always welcomed me with open arms when I’d come crying about yet another thing my ex had said or done to me. Sometimes, he’d block me everywhere for a couple of days then come back to beg me.
When the last incident left me crying for three days, my friend paid for a therapist appointment and took me there without telling me where we were going. I got back with my ex a few days later, but I saw the therapist for about two months, and the appointments eventually gave me the morale to end the relationship for good. I have my friend to thank for that.
Debbie, 24
I was travelling from Abuja to Lagos in 2022, but our bus kept having issues on the road. It stopped again around Ogun state at 1 a.m., and the driver was suggesting we’d have to sleep there so he could call a mechanic in the morning. I’d been keeping my friend (who lived in Ogun) updated about my movement, and when she heard that, she convinced her dad to come pick me up. When I got to her house, she had a meal waiting for me. It wasn’t exactly a material gift, but she probably saved my life that night. What gift tops that?
Detola*, 25
My two closest friends and I have a tradition of surprising each other for our birthdays. When one person is celebrating, the other two gather money and plan the surprise.
I was really broke in 2023 and couldn’t contribute to one of the birthdays. My other friend took it up without issues. She got a bracelet and had it engraved to say it came from both of us. Our other friend never even knew what happened.
When I broke my juicer, I nearly lost my mind because juicing was the one thing I constantly did for my late dad when he was ill. I told my friend how my family thought I was overreacting over such a small thing, and she didn’t say much. Only for her to show up at my house the next week with a new juicer. I cried.
Chisom, 35
Pregnancy and childbirth did a number on me. I had my baby in 2017 and was so depressed after. To make it worse, I started losing my hair. It felt like the whole world was against me. I felt ugly, bloated and tired, and I told my best friend about it. The next time she came to see me, she brought a pair of scissors and a brand-new wig. She hyped me up to cut off my whole hair and start afresh. In her words, I had nothing to lose. I could own my bald head or wear a wig and look good either way because I had the face to pull it off. I’m not sure why, but it greatly improved my confidence. I felt seen.
Nenye* (26) talks about her three-year relationship with her ex, the several money-related issues they had, and why that experience has turned her off dating men with less money than her.
I’m used to men ghosting me. They toast me, we enter into the talking stage, and they disappear after a few days. I’d be lying if I claimed not to know it’s because of my insistence on evaluating their financial situation.
I always ask questions like, “How much do you earn?” “Would you classify yourself as middle class?” or “What are your thoughts on sharing finances in the home?” My friends think those questions are too much for the talking stage, but I’m trying to avoid getting bitten twice.
I was young and foolish when I dated Ola*. It started in 2020, but I still think about what he put me through and wonder why I let it go on for three years.
We met in one of those online speed dating sessions that were common during the pandemic — Popular Instagram pages held live broadcasts and invited followers to come and toast themselves on live.
I worked with an NGO, and when we went remote, I was bored — so I DM’ed Ola after meeting him in one of the online sessions. We hit it off quickly and started chatting regularly. He was a graphics designer, but I wasn’t really concerned about his job or salary. Two weeks after we started talking, we became official.
I still wasn’t concerned when he didn’t get me a birthday gift two months into our relationship. I was one of those “Love doesn’t cost a thing” girls. He designed a birthday flyer for me, and that counted at the time.
After the lockdown was lifted, I developed a habit of going to his self-contained apartment after work and only returning home to sleep. I lived with a roommate, and he lived alone. After some time, I started sleeping over and going to work from his place.
On one such visit, he saw my salary come in as a credit alert and said, “You’re a rich babe o. You’re earning double my salary”. My salary was ₦100k. That was the first time we talked about salaries. Before then, I’d noticed he always told me to buy food for us on my way from work, but never gave me money for it. We also hardly went out. I didn’t ask why because I didn’t want it to be awkward, but finding out about his salary clarified things.
As a good girlfriend, it was only right for me to support him since I made more money.
I’d branch at the market on my way from work to buy foodstuff, get to his place and cook up a storm. I even regularly paid for his data subscription because he needed it for work. I even paid for a couple of his design courses.
In 2021, he decided he wanted to learn software engineering and told me he was saving up to pay for a ₦70k course.
Now, I understand how he extorted money from me. He’d tell me about something he wanted then complain about it until I felt bad enough to help him. I had no responsibilities. I’m the last born, and my parents still paid for the apartment I shared with my roommate at the time. So, it was easy for me to foolishly bring out money for what he needed.
I paid the ₦70k for that course.
Then he started policing how I spent money. If he noticed me wearing a new pair of shoes, he’d remark about how I needed to be disciplined with my spending. One time, I responded, “But I’m working. I should be able to buy what I like,” and he twisted it to seem like I didn’t want to take his corrections because I earned more than him.
Money became a sensitive issue between us. If I complained about how we hardly went on dates, he’d say I wasn’t satisfied with what he could afford. When I talked about wanting him to reciprocate with random gifts like I did, he said I was rubbing my money in his face.
By 2023, my salary had increased to ₦200k, and he’d become a freelancer, AKA no salary. The next thing he did was imply that I put him on a monthly allowance. According to him, waiting till he complained about needing help made him feel like a beggar, and no “man” wanted to feel like that.
We broke up in 2023 because he didn’t “see a future with us”, and I was heartbroken for weeks. But after a year, I can’t explain why I put up with him for so long. Maybe I was dickmatised or just foolishly in love.
Maybe it’s linked to my frontal lobe finally developing at 25, but I can never be in that position again. Since the breakup, I’ve read and heard different stories of women who earn more than their partners, and it rarely ends well.
Let people call me a gold digger; I don’t care. All I know is I don’t want to be with someone who makes less than me. It’s not like rich men are perfect, but at least, I wouldn’t have to massage someone’s fragile ego because they think the money in my account isn’t allowing me to be submissive.
I’ve tried broke love, and I’m not doing it again.
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What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Daniel: No particular memory sticks to mind.
We attended the same family church for as long as I can remember. Both our parents were workers. When my family first joined the church, I remember thinking she was such a proper Christian kid.
Sam: I must’ve been about eight years old when he started attending our church. He was the rebellious type. My first memory of him was when he failed to memorise some Bible passages and couldn’t recite them when our Sunday school teacher asked him to. He wasn’t even sorry.
I’m not sure how we became friends, but we eventually did by the time I was 15. I think it was natural because we were around the same age and saw each other at least three days a week.
Daniel: Most of us in the same age group just became close.
When did you realise you liked each other?
Daniel: It was years after that, in 2014. We were both in uni and had stopped attending that church as regularly. We kept in contact mostly through Facebook and BBM. During one of the holidays, we decided to meet up with two of our other church friends at a mall.
Sam: I remember seeing him for the first time in about three years and thinking he’d aged well. He was so much more mature-looking.
Daniel: We took each other a lot more seriously after that.
We checked up on each other more, and I noticed our tone was much more earnest. Before then, we’d joke around and sometimes send silly jokes insulting each other. But after that first meeting, we were talking about school, plans for our careers, stuff like that.
We didn’t date immediately, though.
Why not?
Daniel: It just didn’t occur to us yet.
Sam: But then, he came to celebrate with me right after my convocation in 2017. He’d graduated the year before, and my school was in a different state from where we lived. He took the three-to-four-hour road trip to come visit me. I was touched.
Daniel: I still thought of her as a friend at that time, but a very good, important friend.
Sam: He’s like that in general. He expresses his love for people by physically showing up for them no matter what.
Anyway, after he returned home and the fanfare was over, I sat at home for a while, waiting for my NYSC posting and thinking about the few hours we spent together in school. I told God I wanted whoever I ended up with to be as kind and caring as he was.
How did you start dating?
Sam: We’ll get there.
But first, the NYSC posting came, and I got to stay in PH. We hung out once in a while until he started dating someone else. I became casual friends with her, but when they broke things off barely five months in, I was surprised. I thought they really liked each other.
I asked what happened, and he revealed to me for the first time that he had sickle cell.
Daniel: Her parents advised her not to get too serious with me, and she thought there was no point delaying the inevitable. It wasn’t the first time, but maybe because I was an adult now, the experience hit me hard.
Sam: I was heartbroken on his behalf.
That night, I researched everything there was to know about the disorder: how it affects people, treatments, cure, life expectancy. I felt so committed to him all of a sudden. The more I read, the more I understood why the girl ran, but it also made me angry at everyone and no one.
I was confused because he seemed perfectly healthy to me. I kept thinking back to every time I’d hung out with him for any sign of weakness or pain I might’ve overlooked. I called him the next day and told him not to mind her, that I would be there for him. I was so dramatic.
How did he respond?
Sam: He laughed at me and then said, “Thank you.” I could tell he appreciated my support.
Daniel: I did. I had only Sam, my mum and one of my other friends to lean on at that time. Once we all got jobs, we got busy trying to survive, and I didn’t remember to be heartbroken anymore.
Sam: By 2019, we only spoke over the phone maybe once a month. But the conversations were still good. We sent greetings, and sometimes, gifts on important days.
Daniel: On my birthday, she ordered food to my office and still apologised that she couldn’t send me a proper gift. That year, apart from my brother in Germany, who sent me £70, no one had sent me anything. I think that’s when it dawned on me that she really cared about me.
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Did you care about her too?
Daniel: I cared about her a lot. But I never thought she cared about me half as much until that day. I don’t know why.
Some weeks later, I decided I wanted to ask her out, but it felt awkward because we’d been friends for so long. I kept telling myself, “Guy, you’ve been friend or even brother-zoned.”
Sam: Meanwhile, I was there wanting him to like me so badly.
I’d dated two guys so far but always wound up comparing them to him. None of them were ever as gentle and good-hearted, not even this one guy I was very physically attracted to.
Daniel: I eventually worked up the courage to ask her out in July 2020. We met up, and she even kissed me. It was such a happy day.
What was dating like after almost a decade of friendship?
Sam: It’s been warm and familiar and comfortable.
We get each other almost too much. We had the soft honeymoon period for up to two years, where it was just pure bliss. We’d go on dates, make out for long hours, agree with each other on everything and help each other solve small issues. We even formally met each other’s parents in the first year.
Daniel: Of course, they already knew each other from church, so they were very excited. They kept saying, “See the way the Lord works?” LMAO.
Sam, you’ve experienced his crises firsthand?
Sam: Oh yes.
The first experience was scary. He was at home alone, and he called me first. My mind went blank. I dashed to his place without a single plan. But then, I got there, and he had everything figured out. He told me exactly what to do. That first time, we didn’t even have to go to the hospital, but it was quite unsettling to see him writhing in so much pain.
I cried so much after, and he was the one who still comforted me. Emotions are crazy, but the whole experience made me love him deeper.
I thought his health would be the hardest part of our relationship. But everything was fine until I told my parents about it some months later.
Did they tell you to break up with him?
Sam: Yes.
Daniel: It came as a shock to me because I’d grown to believe they loved me. But I also understood they wanted a life free of pain and undue responsibility for their daughter.
Sam: Over time, my friends and siblings found out about it too.
It got worse after we got engaged. I received a constant barrage of “Are you sure you can handle the stress long-term?” “You’ll regret this when you’re older and love has left your eyes” “You’re trying o. It can’t be me.” Someone even blatantly asked me, “Hope you know they die young?”
It’s amazing how shallow and callous human beings can be, particularly to the people closest to them.
Daniel: I’m used to being seen as my disease instead of the human that I am. It’s something people do all the time, knowingly or unknowingly. When you have something like sickle cell, diabetes or cancer, it becomes your complete identity.
Sam: People constantly judge our entire relationship based on it. My friends still greet me with, “How’s it going with him?” They have that look in their eyes that lets you know they’re talking about the sickle cell. They no longer care about other aspects of our relationship.
How do you both cope?
Sam: It’s been much better to manage since we moved to Manitoba, Canada, in 2023. We have peace of mind now.
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Tell us about the other aspects of your relationship
Daniel: Things have gone smoothly for us. The alienation has drawn us so close to each other that we mostly only rely on ourselves.
Sam: We understand each other so well now because we’ve spent so much time talking things out and exchanging advice. We’ve spoken about how we want to build our family and raise our children — who’ll be safe from the sickle cell because I’m not a carrier. We could be decisive and strategic about our japa plans because of this as well.
Daniel: Now that we’re in Canada, we have no choice but to be best friends because there’s no one else to be friends with for now.
Sam, how do your parents feel about your relationship post-japa?
Sam: They’re sympathetic over the phone, but mostly, they’ve gotten over their aversion to it. We have many joint conversations between us and both parents. Everyone is at peace and civil.
Daniel: I still sense their lack of support. They haven’t warmed back up to me to the level we were at before they knew I had sickle cell. And sometimes, they make comments that allude to my weakness or lack of ability to take care of their daughter. Especially her dad.
Sam: I never sensed this until he brought it up this year. Now, I can sense it in everything they say to him. In all, we reduce our communication with Nigeria to the minimum.
So will the wedding happen in Canada?
Daniel: At first, that wasn’t the plan. But it’s becoming more and more likely so. We’ll still try to make sure both our parents and key family members can witness it and mark the day with us. I’m speaking with my dad about it.
Sam: TBH, we now regret not having a simple court wedding in Nigeria before leaving, at least, for documentation purposes here. That way, we wouldn’t even have had to stress about it now. But somehow somehow, we go run am.
Daniel: We’re already married in our hearts. Our only concern is legal.
Sam: We also can’t wait to start with the kids. But I don’t want that to happen until we’re legally married.
Have you had any major fights yet?
Daniel: Not really.
When we first moved here, we were both quite cranky and had disagreements over the smallest things. But since one of our neighbours said it was a common reaction to the extreme cold after living in a hot environment all our lives, we’ve kind of calmed down.
Sam: Our relationship is a very soft, gentle one. When we have disagreements, we usually just talk it out. We’ve disagreed over what job opportunities to take, temperature levels — he loves the room to be chilly when he sleeps.
Back in Nigeria, we could disagree over things like food. At first, he constantly ordered food for himself without ordering for me, and I used to be so annoyed by it. Nothing serious, though.
How would you rate your relationship on a scale of 1 to 10?
Sam: 9. Nothing’s perfect.
Daniel: I disagree, so 10.
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Nigeria’s annual inflation rate has climbed to 29.9%, its highest in almost 28 years. The cost of living is choking the living, and it’s touching every aspect of our lives, including relationships.
I spoke to some Nigerians about how inflation has changed their relationship dynamic, and here’s what they said.
Rotimi, 27
My friends and I have this weekly tradition. We hang out at bars every Friday to drink and just talk about our week. We also rotate payment, so if I pay for the whole group’s drinks this week, someone else will do it next week.
When I paid for the group in December 2023, it cost me about ₦80k. That was even with Detty December price hikes. But when it was my turn in February 2024, it was over ₦100k for the same drinks and chops for five people. I’ve avoided the last two hangouts because spending that kind of money isn’t sustainable on a ₦350k salary. I still have bills.
My friends are considerably richer, so they probably haven’t noticed how sick the increase is. But I intend to tell them soon that I can’t keep up. We’ll have to consider other ways to hang out.
Chioma, 31
Since the first time my best friend and I went on a girl’s trip in January 2022, it’s been like an unofficial rule to do it every year. We went again in January 2023. Things are typically cheaper in January.
But we didn’t even talk about a girl’s trip this year. We sent a couple Instagram links of resort locations to each other, but we didn’t discuss logistics because we knew we couldn’t afford it. Between local flight costs — because the roads are too dangerous to even consider — accommodation and feeding, you’re already budgeting ₦500k. We’ll just make do with our imagination for now.
Tobi, 26
I used to fill my boyfriend’s car tank once a month to show love. But what used to cost me ₦40k increased to over ₦100k when the fuel subsidy was removed in 2023. I still sent the ₦40k monthly for a while because at all at all na im bad pass.
But now, I only send ₦20k occasionally because I have other bills, and things double in price every day. He understands and even sends me money occasionally. It’s just sad that I can’t be as intentional as I want to.
My siblings and I always go all out for my mum’s birthday. Our father is dead, so we do everything to make sure she doesn’t feel lonely on that day. In 2023, we contributed ₦150k to pay her shop rent and do a small celebration.
Her 2024 birthday is a few weeks away, but my siblings haven’t mentioned anything about contribution. We’ve talked about birthday plans but haven’t billed ourselves yet. I understand because everywhere is dry.
We want to get her a phone, but it costs over ₦200k. Something that was just about ₦100k in 2023. It’s just somehow.
Femi, 27
My girlfriend likes receiving flowers, but she specifically told me not to buy her flowers on Valentine’s Day 2024. She said I should send her the money or buy something else. I fully understand her point. Flowers used to cost ₦15k – ₦18k, but now, you hear ₦30k – ₦50k for the smallest bouquet. When it’s not like the flower will live forever.
Glory, 32
My husband and I go on fancy dates every weekend to spend time together away from the children. This typically costs ₦20k maximum, but inflation has made restaurants charge higher. When we considered the increased cost of fuel and foodstuff, we had to think twice about spending up to ₦35k on dates.
We’ve reduced the frequency to once per month since late 2023. Sometimes sef, we do indoor dates to save money. It does the same work.
Iyanu, 28
I’ve made it a habit to bring bags of foodstuff with me when I visit my mum because she always has family members staying with her. But I haven’t been able to meet up with that since 2023. When I visited her last month with only five tubers of yam and a paint bucket of garri, she called me aside to ask if all was well. It won’t be well with this government.
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What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Ebiye: We met in our faculty building in 200 level. She came to the department office section to see her course advisor as her programme’s class rep. I had a pending issue with a course from the last semester, so I was there to see my HOD.
I remember she was wearing this bright pink shirt, one of those that’s long enough to cover your thighs.
Toun: We were studying different programmes in the same faculty, so we crossed paths by chance.
But I’d noticed him first during a general class at the lecture theatre the year before. Someone commented on how he’s lowkey fine, and I agreed.
What happened when you crossed paths?
Ebiye: We had to wait in the corridor together for a while, so we got to talking. She was with a friend; we spent the time talking about lecturers and the one or two courses we shared. At a point, we exchanged numbers.
Toun: After that, we chatted over the phone a lot and kept crossing paths.
When did you realise you liked each other?
Toun: I think I liked him from day one when I saw him at the lecture theatre. I smiled and thought, “That would be a good guy to be with.” But it was passive. I don’t think I would’ve ever approached him.
After we met and started texting, my thought became, “This boy is a stupid person.”
Ebiye: Wow. Wow.
I knew I liked her when we started hanging out towards the end of the semester. I asked her to come out one evening; we went on a stroll and then got drinks. I thought she was cool. I knew we’d be hanging out more.
How did you know?
Ebiye: I was just drawn to her. I liked how she smelt. I liked how she talked about things. She didn’t take things too seriously, and I like to surround myself with people who are relaxed. Life is already stressful enough.
I also really wanted to kiss her at least once.
Toun: Which is what he texted me that night after I’d gotten back to my room.
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Was that the beginning of a relationship?
Toun: Yes, even though the relationship had no name for a while. We just went out together from time to time, normal broke undergrad outings to Coldstone and Filmhouse. He’s also behind my first clubbing experience.
But what we had never really went beyond casual.
Ebiye: We were focused on school, and we had a lot of mutual friends of both genders. It always felt like we were all just guys.
Toun: But then, two months after we met, we had sex for the first time and that changed things.
Ebiye: The sex was eye-opening.
In what ways?
Ebiye: We’re really compatible in that aspect.
Toun: But everything else? God, abeg.
Ebiye: After that year, we realised we didn’t like each other like that. But we couldn’t stop the sex part. Like, we’d still meet up for it, and when we did it, it was always the best thing ever. So we never stopped. Because of that, we haven’t been able to date other people.
Toun: Not yet, at least.
Ebiye: We haven’t had the time to meet anyone we really like.
So you’re like… friends with benefits?
Ebiye: Yes and no. Our friends still consider us boyfriend and girlfriend. Our parents too.
Toun: Well, my mum. My dad doesn’t know about us at all.
Ebiye: In school, we went out from time to time, but we had sex any chance we got. Since graduation last year, we’ve drifted a bit. We still call and text most nights, but every time we talk about what we are, I feel somehow.
Toun: We’re just confused about it. I don’t even know what the issue is. I think we like each other but just not well enough to commit.
Why have sex then?
Ebiye: That’s like asking why eat junk food. It feels so good.
Toun: The sex is the only reason why I haven’t gone into depression now that we’re in NYSC. Everything’s just hard. I have this anxiety about my career and making money, and I don’t even know what I’m passionate about.
Ebiye: Same.
Serving in Lagos together has now made it easy for us to stick together even though we’ve drifted apart in some ways.
Toun: Our relationship has basically been 95% sex, 5% vibes this last year, I won’t lie.
How long do you see it lasting?
Toun: No idea. I’m lowkey scared we’d be one of those people from Nollywood movies who fall in love and get married to a new person but can’t stop fucking their first.
Ebiye: Like go back to their ex’s bed the night before and after their wedding?
Toun: They’ll catch us and disgrace us all over social media. God, abeg.
Have you tried getting external advice?
Toun: My friends think we should just break up. I’ve tried. But this sex thing. I wouldn’t dare ask my mum about it, and I can’t afford therapy right now. I’m also the oldest, so no older siblings to confide in.
Ebiye: I don’t confide much in my friends. A lot of my guys are also friends with her, so I don’t want them thinking anything stupid about her. Same reason I haven’t really talked about it to my brothers.
But I have this older female cousin, and she thinks we’re just overthinking the whole thing.
Toun: I’ve also not approached it like it’s a problem. He’s actually been a great support system during this time when I’m confused about everything to do with my life.
Ebiye: But I don’t want us to settle and then come to resent each other in the future.
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So you just meet and have sex? How does it work?
Toun: Pretty much. We have NYSC jobs now, so our relationship is meeting up during or after work to chat, eat together or have sex. I don’t even have time for my friends or anything else these days.
Ebiye: Since we started NYSC, we’ve had sex at my place up to four times a week. It’s how we ease the stress of adulting.
Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?
Ebiye: She’s missed her period a few times.
The first was in October 2022. I’ll never forget that night. I almost died when she texted me that it was almost two weeks late. I couldn’t sleep well for a week. We didn’t talk for almost another week. I remember foolishly planning my speech on how I’d do my best to support her, how I wouldn’t abandon her. I was just gassing myself up. LMAO.
Toun: Thankfully, my period eventually came.
Now, I have an implant. The anxiety wasn’t worth it.
How did you know to get that?
Toun: My mum.
She obviously doesn’t know how much sex we’re having. But in final year, she sat me down and asked if I was still a virgin, and I told her the truth. Right after graduation, she paid for me to get an implant at a proper facility.
It also regulates my period, so that was another plus.
Ebiye: We also regularly go get tested together because we stopped using condoms. We went twice last year. Each time, I’d think about my life, and how I didn’t consent to this level of adulting. It helps us bond but also has a way of draining what little romance might’ve existed between us.
Does this affect the sex in any way?
Ebiye: Actually, we’re so free now when it comes to sex. We try out a lot of things. No one is shy anymore.
Toun: I think it’s actually gotten better.
Have you guys had a major fight yet?
Toun: I don’t think so. We’re too much of jokers to fight like that.
Ebiye: I think the highest we’ve fought over is random arguments with our other friends. Maybe about some Twitter trend or Tinubu or something.
How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?
Toun: I don’t even know. Should we be rating it at this point?
Ebiye: 10. We understand each other, and I feel good when I’m with you.
Toun: Aww. My own is sha 5 until we figure things out.
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Before you get into that relationship, confirm if they have an olubawi who can caution them when they’re moving mad or handle the checks and balances in their life like the judiciary. Here’s how to know for sure and avoid crying later.
They’re always looking for clout to chase
Launching gender wars, moving like incels and capitalising on pain and trauma for social engagement is a clear sign your partner is in this life to make trouble. The chance that a clout chaser will take caution is slimmer than Timini’s moustache.
They’re Tinubu
If your partner is Tinubu or moves like him, then their case is even worse than not having an olubawi. They don’t have their ears to the ground because they’re surrounded by yes-men.
Or they support the Agbado mandate
No disrespect to your bae’s politics, but if they laud the hard-life policies of this government, they’ve not had anyone to tell them their head is not correct.
For Food Only
If your partner has five proteins on one plate in this Tinubu era, it means they’re robbing to maintain a banquet lifestyle, or they have no one to advise them.
The night is always young
They only come alive in the nighttime like a white owl. If they’re not a security guard or nightclub owner, what are they looking for outside when they could be burning airtime to convince you to let them in your life?
They simply hate advice
Whatever anyone tells them enters one ear and evaporates through the other one. With this attitude, there’s no way they can have an olubawi. The only voice they listen to is the one in their head.
Or their “olubawi” is crazier than them
Maybe they have an olubawi but their olubawi doesn’t call their misbehaviours to order because they’re the deluxe version of them. Fruits don’t fall far from the tree, dear.
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What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Vanessa: We remember it very differently.
He claims I snubbed him while I vividly remember shaking his hand as enthusiastically as I could manage. But it was clear there was negative tension there from day one.
Dare: It was at a bar, so we were bound to have different memories of the meeting. She was waiting for someone and was being rude to the barman. I just politely greeted her as I waited for my drink with a friend.
Turned out I knew the person she was hanging with from school. The person reintroduced us, and we all ended up spending most of that night together.
How did that go?
Vanessa: It was fun, but we kept rubbing each other the wrong way.
He always says I was snubbish to him and his friends the whole night. And he went home deciding he couldn’t stand me. For me, he barely spoke to me, so how did he reach that conclusion? I thought he was too distant, but his nice lips stood out to me.
Dare: Unfortunately — or should I say, fortunately — that was the start of us seeing each other almost every week because our mutual friends got close. One of my guys even asked her out. They dated for up to a year.
When did you realise you liked each other?
Dare: It took at least two years of hating first.
Vanessa: Between 2017 and 2019, we’d meet at our friends’ get-togethers, parties, hangouts and everything in between.
Dare: Every time I saw her at these things, I’d just be annoyed for no reason. It was either she was making comments about how someone should stop feeling good about their car because it was basically Uber drivers’ default car or she was being unnecessarily picky with her food.
But I always noticed her, even when we didn’t talk to each other. I’d also think about one thing or another she’d done long after I’d left the outing.
Vanessa: I thought he was an asshole because of the way he looked at me when our paths crossed. His tone when he spoke to me was always distant, even after months and years had passed of us knowing each other.
Then August 2019 came, and we had to attend an event together for work.
Work?
Vanessa: I was chasing a deal and needed an introduction to one of the sponsors we were chasing. I asked within our friend group, and everyone pointed at him. He knew a key executive at the company directly, so I had to go to his private chat for help.
Dare: I offered to get her into an event where she could meet the guy personally.
Vanessa: I jumped at the opportunity. I was struggling at work at that time because my KPIs had pivoted, and I had no idea how to execute the new expectations. But I didn’t want to let my bosses know so I wouldn’t get fired.
We met up at the place, and for some reason, I started confiding in him about how lost I was when it came to pitching and closing sponsors. He pulled me aside before we entered the venue and gave me a crash course on what to do.
Even though he was still annoying about it, I really appreciated that. I got to see a less cold side of him.
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Was this the turning point of your relationship?
Vanessa: In hindsight, yes.
The drive back was interesting. We had this weirdly random conversation where he told me he didn’t usually date Igbo girls. I rolled my eyes so hard, but I also knew he was lowkey flirting.
Dare: We got to the venue separately, but I offered her a ride home. I had my dad’s car for the night, so I thought, why not?
Vanessa: I realised he was a kind person. It didn’t matter that he obviously didn’t like me, he was still cordial.
Dare: During the car ride, I discovered she was talkative. That’s why I was always catching her snide comments. She talked a lot and loved to make fun of things, including herself.
Did she make fun of you during this ride?
Dare: Nope. She was too busy making fun of herself, picking at everything seemingly dumb she’d done at the event. We became a lot closer after that. She needed me to strengthen communications with the guy we went to see, of course.
Vanessa: I think we also felt the beginnings of a real friendship. But then, a lot happened in the next few months. Like, the pandemic.
How did COVID affect this blossoming friendship?
Vanessa: Maybe because we’d just started being real friends before the lockdown, but we suddenly became the closest people to each other when it all went down. We were constantly texting. He and my mum were my major support system amid the uncertainty.
Dare: I worked in tech support, so I was one of the few people who had to brave the pandemic midway into the lockdown to be in the office. A lot of times, I had to sleep over there or at a nearby hotel. Our office was also thinning out because of the layoffs, so I had less and less company.
It became a favourite pastime to text her and exchange jokes.
Vanessa: We spent a lot of time talking about our lives, families, exes, best and worst moments, things like that. Before I knew it, I had to confess the bitter truth to one of my friends, that I was crushing on him.
She screamed, “I thought we hated him.” I laughed hard.
Did you tell him how you felt?
Vanessa: God, no. We still had about a year of sending each other mixed signals ahead of us. He was active in the EndSARS protests…
Dare: While she stuck to social media protesting.
Vanessa: We fought over that. He thought we had to all leave our phones and be more present at the protests. He kept trying to get me to come to the tollgate, but I never did.
By December, we started attending hangouts again, and I noticed him get close to some other girl, so I told myself to move on.
Then one night, while I was out with a guy I was talking to, he walked up to our table to say hi. We chatted for a bit, and when he left, the guy I was with looked at me and said, “You know that guy likes you, right?”
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Huh?
Vanessa: Yes o. I just rolled my eyes, but inside, I was smiling brightly.
Dare: I don’t know what that one saw in five seconds of banter. He was right sha. We can go on and on, but the summary is we kept getting closer as friends until I decided to ask her out as a joke midway into 2021.
Vanessa: He made it seem like a joke, but I knew he was serious. He asked me to eat out with him at a nice restaurant and everything. Idiot.
Dare: Since then, we’ve been annoying each other into sticking together.
What does the future look like?
Dare: That’s something we hardly talk about actually. We’re not in a hurry to do anything at all.
Vanessa: It hasn’t felt like we’ve been together for three years at all. The years have just zoomed by, it’s scary.
I know you’re wondering if we ever talk about marriage, but it’s honestly not the priority for either of us right now. It will make things too serious; we’re enjoying our current freedom to be whatever we feel like to each other at any given moment.
Dare: We’ll most likely be together for a long long time, that’s all I know.
Have you had a major fight yet?
Dare: Haven’t you been hearing us say we fought about this and fought over that? You think we were just exaggerating?
Vanessa: We fight o. All the time. Like serious shouting, and sometimes, crying.
Dare: We’re both really expressive about things we care about. We can fight over politics or how we’re budgeting for the month or our schedule for the day.
One day last month, I agreed to go with my friends to watch a show on the same day she’d wanted me to go with her for her friend’s dinner. I casually mentioned it to her over the phone, and she lashed out. I’d forgotten. She was so upset, we basically had a shouting match about how I never thought about her.
Vanessa: It was me screaming that he didn’t care about me and he screaming back that I was all he thought about. It was the cutest most triggering thing ever. We still shouted back and forth for a good five minutes. I still cried and didn’t talk to him for a day. And he still sent me “big head” as a text message on the second day.
And it doesn’t feel like the tension will add up over time?
Dare: Omo, there’s too much tension coming from outside, with work stress and price hikes to even feel anything but gratitude that we have each other.
Vanessa: I actually agree with that. There’s no time to overthink anything these days. We fight, we get it all out of our system, and then, we move on. It’s even therapeutic sometimes.
Dare: The point is that we like each other. I’m sure the day we don’t like each other again, we’ll part ways, but till then, we’ll enjoy each other — the good and the bad parts.
How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 – 10?
Vanessa: 7. We’re toxic AF, but it works.
Dare: 8. You and who is toxic? I’m perfectly normal, please.
*Names were changed for anonymity.
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You might think your love language is gifting the people you love, but what happens when they suddenly japa and you have to show love in other ways? Because while you may want to be intentional, the exchange rate, distance and logistics will collectively ask you:
To make it worse, it’s much easier for abroad people to send money and gifts back once they get there, making the guilt even worse. We spoke with seven Nigerians who have friends and family abroad, and they talked about the struggle to send them gifts on meaningful days.
Dora*, 21
My Canada-based brother regularly sends me money for school fees, and I hate that I can’t send him gifts to show my appreciation. He doesn’t expect anything from me, but I don’t want to be someone who just “takes” all the time.
For his last birthday, I thought of sending him foodstuff from here because he’d complained about how expensive things were in the African market over there. But when I calculated the cost of the items and shipping fee, it was running into ₦200k. I didn’t have that type of money, and I couldn’t bill him and then use the money to gift him. I had to settle with sending him prayers.
Tobore, 30
I love giving thoughtful gifts, and all my friends know. You can innocently tweet about needing something and find the item delivered to you weeks later. It’s why I’m really bummed I can’t do much for my friends who have relocated. Most of them are in the UK.
Between 2022 and 2023, I could still send £20 or £50 gift cards, or pay for birthday cakes. But I have to adjust with the current exchange rate. I mostly fund their naira accounts now, so they have something when they visit. But I feel like I’m not putting as much thought into gifting as I usually do. The exchange rate is killing my creativity.
Lizzy, 25
My best friend moved to the UK two years ago, and we don’t talk as often as we used to — a deliberate decision on my part.
Talking every day meant I kept sharing my many problems, then she’d send me random money. But I can’t send her money like she does. I can’t say I want to send ₦20k because that’s just £10. What will that buy? And it’s shameful to just be collecting.
For two years in a row, I’ve celebrated my US-based bestie’s birthday by gathering all our families and friends for a surprise conference call. I don’t even know if the element of surprise is still there. I occasionally send her $10 through our other US-based friends with naira accounts, but I feel that’s too small for a birthday gift.
I tried to get a proper gift from a US store last year — again through a mutual friend — but I was hearing $300. Omo. Conference call had to come to the rescue. At least, she loves the calls.
Anita*, 24
I feel guilty that I can’t surprise my boyfriend on special occasions. One time, I tried to send him shoes, but he realised I was planning something when I asked for his address. He insisted I send him the money so he could buy it himself and cut out the shipping fee bit.
I make up for being unable to go all out by sending money to his naira account. I can’t wait for him to visit so I can properly spoil him.
Richard*, 28
I haven’t bought my friend a birthday gift in the two years since he relocated because it’s either virtual dollar cards don’t work when it’s time to buy things online, or the exchange rate means I can only buy the barest minimum for him.
Thankfully, he understands and just tells me to send prayers. I add a dash of words of affirmation here and there.
Ola, 24
I’ve resorted to asking my Dubai-based big sister to tell me the things I can do to show my appreciation because I can’t afford to do anything else. She has an online business, and I manage it for free. It works out for both of us.
We interviewed three couples five years after we first spoke with them in 2019. How have their relationships evolved over time? Watch the final episode here:
It makes total sense to date or befriend people with similar interests, but what’s a relationship without dates that open y’all to new experiences and shared memories to geek out about? Given the current economic situation in the country, it might be a reach to jet off to watch Beyonce on tour. But what if we told you there are ways to enjoy music with loved ones without breaking the bank?
DIY karaoke bar
Singing your heart out to your favourite songs can be a super fun way to connect with your date. Why carry your coins to an actual karaoke bar when you can freely hit embarrassing notes without shame at home?
Go dancing
If you both love music, chances are you love to dance too. And the good thing about dancing? It’s free and a great way to release endorphins.
A music-themed movie night
Are you even a true music fan if you don’t love musicals or documentaries about your favourite stars? From Obara’M and Finding Fela to The Sound of Music and The Greatest Showman —just make sure you stock up on junk and dim the lights for that cinema effect.
Learn how to play an instrument
Take online classes, and on your next date, get the actual instrument to put your knowledge to use together.
A DIY music video
Every music lover has fantasised about being in a music video. So, what’s stopping you from cosplaying with your phone? It doesn’t have to be a TG Omori or Dammy Twitch production for you to create mushy memories with your bestie.
Create a special playlist
A thoughtful playlist with all the songs that say the things you don’t know how to say to each other? Yes, please. After the back and forth of making selections, y’all can put a spin on the playlist over store-bought drinks and a good conversation.
Attend Strings Attached
Imagine a community festival where you and your friend, frenemy or the LOYL get to enjoy free live music performances, games and meet cool people with similar interests. Actually, stop imagining because it’s happening on May 11, 2024.
Zikoko and OneBank are bringing all the party people and lovers of a good time together for Strings Attached, and it is completely FREE OF CHARGE. You only need to download the OneBank by Sterling app and your ticket will be reserved. The free tickets will be given on a first-come, first-served basis, so you better hit the app store ASAP.
Seen our Valentine’s Special yet? We brought back three couples we interviewed in 2019 – one now with kids, one now married and the last, still best friends – to share how their relationships have evolved over the previous five years. Watch the second episode below:
Mark your calendars and clear your schedules for Zikoko’s latest agenda to bring you into the streets: “Strings Attached”, the social event brought to you by OneBank.
On Saturday, May 11, 2024, we want you outside for a day of link-ups, games, drinks and live performances at Muri Okunola Park, Lagos. Strings Attached is a real opportunity for friends to reconnect, lovers to bond and individuals to make friends and build community.
What exactly is Strings Attached?
Strings Attached is a celebration of oneness. It’s a chance to reconnect with old friends, deepen romantic bonds and weave new friendships.
Why “Strings Attached”?
Whether you’re flying solo, rolling deep with your crew or cosying up with that special someone, Strings Attached has something for you.
It’ll be the perfect rendezvous for you and the LOYL, you and your bestie or you and a frenemy. With speed dating and friendship-building activities to spark connections, thrilling games with prizes up for grabs, endless food, fun and a special salad of live music. Get ready to soak in electric live performances by some of your faves.
How to get a ticket
Tickets for Strings Attached are FREE, as long as you follow these steps.
Download the OneBank app from the Google or Apple store
Create a new account, punch in the referral code “ZIKOKO” and your golden ticket awaits.
OneBank
NOTE: If you already have a OneBank account, even better. Head over to the first pinned post on OneBank’s IG page for the next steps.
Is it really free?
Yes, the ticket is.
When’s this gathering?
It’s on Saturday, May 11, 2024, at Muri Okunola Park, Victoria Island, Lagos. Doors open at 2 p.m. and close at 10 p.m.
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Can I bring the squad?
Absolutely. Just get them to download the app too.
What about food?
While tickets are on the house, food and drinks will be available for purchase from our vendors.
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So, join us for a feel-good time outside at Strings Attached.
We’re not saying you shouldn’t trust the love of your life, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Why take your partner to a concert that might lead to the untimely death of your relationship when you can just go see these artists in peace?
Portable
You, your beau and the entire crowd will be too busy shouting “zazu” and “ita” for the possibility of jumping on stage and getting close and personal with Portable to ever cross anyone’s mind.
Johnny Drille
The only thing that’ll happen at Johnny’s concert is that you and your partner will fall harder for each other. No deep eye contact with your beau as he sings, no shouting yellow, and definitely, no “bending.”
Adekunle Gold
AG baby can tell us he’s still our baby as many times as he wants, but we all know deep down that he’s actually Simisola’s baby. There’s a higher chance of him singing and dancing to her on stage than anyone from the audience, so your relationship is in good hands.
Tems
The only thing Temilade wants to do onstage is sing about her love life and warn people not to try her. She already has dancers, so she won’t need additional help from the audience, we promise.
Yemi Alade
Mama Africa is there to make sure you have a good time. She might call you on stage, but it’ll most likely be to have a dance-off and not seduce the LOYL.
Timi Dakolo
All you’ll do at a Timi Dakolo concert is fall deeper in love with each other while getting inspiration for your relationship as you both listen to him sing about how much he loves his wife.
Simi
Unless you or your partner’s name is Adekunle Gold, there’s a zero percent chance Simisola will ask you to grace the stage with her.
ShowDemCamp
They might ask your partner to come up if their birthday is near, but you’re still safe because all they’ll do is make them feel special. However, if your partner has a crush on them, that’s a story for another day.
Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.
What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Michael: I met Chima at a friend’s birthday lunch in 2009. She was a friend of his wife. I’m not sure we’d have gotten to know each other if we didn’t get into a long heated conversation about internal politics between some companies.
I’d heard about her. She was about to be CEO of an arm of the company she worked at. And I respected her more that day when I heard her speak. I liked how cleverly she argued.
Chima: It was a pleasant evening. I noticed him because we sat at the same side of my friend’s living room. Even though he was a fairly known director in his company, he didn’t force his opinions like most of the other people did during the argument. He’d say what he knew and then stop to listen to other people. I thought he was really respectful.
So when he called me the next day hoping I wasn’t angry he got my number from his friend, I wasn’t at all. I was glad our interests aligned. It rarely happens that someone makes a good impression on you and you make an impression on the same person.
True. Did he call just to say hi?
Michael: I called to ask her to lunch. But it took a while to align our schedules to make it happen. I later learnt that she thought it would be a waste of time, so she didn’t prioritise. However, I kept pushing for it.
Chima: My lack of interest in a friendship with him seemed to make him keep pushing for a meeting, so by the third week, I felt bad and made time for him. We went out during my ill-used lunch break on a Thursday afternoon.
How did it go?
Chima: It was a definitive two hours for us. He told me I was who he’d been waiting for all his life. At first, I said yinmu. I mean, did he really call me there to drop university lines?
But you see, he’d also never been married before. 47 and unmarried? I was curious.
Michael: I explained to that her I ruined a long-term relationship because I was hyper-focused on work and achieving my goals.
I was with my ex for close to ten years. In 2003, she broke things off — she’d fallen out of love with me because I was emotionally unavailable. Meanwhile, I was ready to marry her, but she made me realise we’d lost our connection at some point.
After that, I focused more on work and my hobbies. It’s hard to get back into the dating pool in your 40s for either gender. Don’t mind what men say.
Chima: I’d also never been married, because of how important building a high-quality career was for me. I could relate to his story more than he probably thought.
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Had you been in any long-term relationships?
Chima: No.
I had, maybe, four boyfriends or suitors in total, and none of these relationships lasted longer than a year. I sense bullshit really quickly, and I don’t like to deceive myself. There were things I wanted in a life partner, and I was ready to stay single forever if I didn’t get someone close.
My parents, both university professors, raised me to be fiercely independent. I’ve never been invested in marriage as a compulsory milestone in life. I’m much too pragmatic for that. A high quality of life was my main priority, then wide recognition in a field of work, then companionship, in that order.
Michael: We aligned on that. While I’d most likely have been intimidated by her ideals when I was a young man, in my old age of 47, it was exactly what got me excited about her. I was impressed, and I wanted her to be mine to show off.
So what happened after lunch?
Michael: I asked to take her to lunch the same time and day the following week. She agreed.
Chima: We’ve been doing that every week whenever we’re in the same city since then. We go out to eat lunch together every Thursday.
Michael: During our second lunch, we talked about our individual future plans, and I told her I was determined to marry her. She responded that I shouldn’t try to mess with her plans and independence. And I told her, “Not on my life”.
Did you get married soon after?
Michael: No. We had those lunches for almost a year, enjoying each other’s company and discovering what we liked to eat.
Then I attended her church a couple of times to meet with her spiritual parents and worship together. Our first visit to her church made things feel more real; like we were really seeing each other. It was her way of saying she was beginning to take my interest seriously.
Chima: The turning point in our relationship was in the summer of 2010, when we vacationed together in Cancun. I knew my spirit was accepting that he would be my husband. I felt at one with him. He made the relationship, communication, everything, so easy.
In what ways?
Chima: The way we decided to vacation together, chose a spot, and navigated the planning and logistics. I’d never had a smoother travel experience with anyone. Not even my best girlfriends or parents.
We just agreed on things. Even when we wanted different hotels or activities, it was easy to find a middle ground that didn’t make me feel bad that I was either shortchanging him or myself.
Michael: I found that she never became deliberately stubborn or domineering just to prove her independence. I loved how thoughtful and politely logical she was at all times.
When I noticed her demeanour softened towards me during our Cancun stay, I made arrangements for a ring shortly after we returned to Lagos. I knew the time was right.
We interviewed these couples five years after we first spoke with them in 2019. Watch how their relationships have evolved.
How excited were the people around you when you announced your plan to marry?
Michael: Very excited, as you can imagine.
Chima: My parents were surprised. They thought I’d settled for a life of spinsterhood. To be fair, I thought so too. I wasn’t even thinking about marriage when Michael came into the picture.
Michael: I’ll have to say finding someone I align with was a relief. A lot of people had previously tried to matchmake me. My mum would bring young women from the village, and I started to have this paranoia that I’d end up settling with someone I was incompatible with.
Chima, I imagine you also felt the societal pressure to marry
Chima: I didn’t, really. I always shut down the marriage talk because it wasn’t something I’d ever been excited about. I didn’t see the inherent value in it beyond eternal companionship. And if that was the goal, it was more important for me to end up with someone on the same page as me.
Michael: Spoken like a true daughter of professors.
Chima: I couldn’t imagine trying to find someone to marry in my 20s when I was still struggling with my early career and passing all the certification exams. I would’ve been derailed because relationships are high-maintenance.
Then imagine dealing with a young marriage and young children while navigating the fragile mid-level stage of a financial career. I know a lot of people do it successfully, but I also watched people struggle to balance it. It was much easier and faster for me without all that responsibility.
Michael: There’s something to be said about dating as an advanced adult. Romance was much easier between us than it ever was in my 30s, and I wasn’t ever broke. Just a whole lot more settled and secure in my 40s.
Would you say more people should start dating in their 40s?
Chima: It depends on your priorities. If starting a family is the most important thing to you, then of course, there’s biologically an ideal period for pregnancy.
Michael: All we’re saying is it was much easier to court and establish a strong foundation of romance, friendship and partnership when we weren’t also trying to establish a decent career or individual life path. We could both think clearly as we went in.
Speaking of family and pregnancy…
Chima: I had a natural birth in 2012, a year after we got married. But after our first child, we opted for surrogacy for the other two. We hadn’t even spoken about children when I got pregnant. We almost took him out. But I’m glad I got to experience that pregnancy and labour.
Michael: I was terrified when she gave me the positive pregnancy results from the doctors, and for a week, we’d resolved it was wise to abort. We wanted kids, but we were also cock sure it was unsafe for her at 44. But her O&G of about a decade said he’d never seen a more healthy pregnancy. He convinced us, so we decided to take a chance.
Chima: Right after that, I got implants.
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Michael: Surrogacy was also scary. I’d heard a lot about it. But I still had so many questions.
Would the baby have some of the surrogate mother’s DNA? What if she clings to the baby psychologically and never wants to let go? What if the baby doesn’t ever bond with its biological mother?
But we did it twice, and everything went fine in the end.
What was your first major fight about?
Chima: We fought a lot when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2018. That’s how I found out that people develop new personalities when they’re sick, and mine was mean.
I was so cruel to Michael on my sick bed that when I think back to that time, I feel I ran temporarily mad.
Michael: It’s like when they say someone is a mean drunk.
Chima: I’d throw stuff at him when he tried to help me stand or anything at all. I even bit him sometimes.
Michael: We fought about things like whether she could work and take on projects while undergoing chemo. Things got worse when she had to do a mastectomy.
We fought about going to church and believing in God for her healing. I was very determined to have her fly to the UK for the surgery instead.
She thought I was ruining the faith that would’ve brought her miracle.
Chima: This went on until the cancer left in January 2022.
Thank God. How hard was it to get back to normal after a serious illness and numerous fights?
Michael: Whatever resentment that festered was neutralised by her new clean bill of health. The genuine joy and relief was strong.
My wife was supposed to be dying, but she wasn’t anymore. I was just grateful we had a clean slate.
Chima: I also went out of my way to invalidate all my mean words and actions once I got my strength back. I made it clear I meant none of that, and I’ve been more intentional about kind words and gestures.
Michael: She spoils me and won’t let me spoil her. So instead of feeling upset about the past, all I feel is gratitude for life.
How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?
Michael: We just got a second chance at life together, and it’s been more of a 10 than ever.
Chima: 10. He’s a reminder of God’s promise to me that his time is the best.
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I love meeting couples who’ve been married for decades, but it always makes me wonder, “How do you love one person for decades? Don’t they piss you off?” More importantly, how do they navigate long-term relationships without losing that “spark”?
I asked seven Nigerians who’ve been married for over a decade to share how they spice up their relationships, and here’s what they said.
Our children are in university, so my husband and I have the house to ourselves for the first time in about 23 years.
We’re relearning how to bond, and sex is a big part of that. Raising children can make you feel like strangers if you’re not careful. There’s almost no time to be together with kids around; someone is almost always tired by the end of the day.
But now, we’re taking intimacy seriously. It takes more effort because menopause is dealing with me, but we try not to let three days go by without having sex.
Omoh*, 41 — Married for 20 years
We consciously foster intimacy by bathing together. We’ve done it every day for the 20 years we’ve been married, as long as one of us didn’t spend the night outside the house.
It’s helped us settle many disagreements. You can’t be keeping malice with someone and bathing together. You’ll have to open your mouth and ask them to pass you soap or something. So even when we disagree, it never escalates to not speaking to each other.
Akin*, 42 — Married for 11 years
I like to surprise my wife with lingerie and clothes I think are sexy. And it’s made it easier to build excitement in our marriage. I don’t have to think of how to say I’d like to see certain things on her; I just buy and she wears, and it helps us stay attracted to each other.
Yvonne*, 35 — Married for 12 years
We used to leave each other little love notes around the house for the other to find, like a treasure hunt. But now our kids can read, and we don’t want to risk any of them finding the notes. So, we moved our treasure hunt to the bedroom about a year ago. Just the thought of finding new places to hide the notes is so exciting.
I once found a note hidden inside my shoe. We were even fighting then, so he’d obviously hidden the note some days prior. It melted my anger away.
Psst! Have you seen our Valentine Special yet? We brought back three couples – one now with kids, one now married and the last, still best friends – to share how their relationships have evolved in the last five years. Watch the first episode below:
Grace*, 44 — Married for 18 years
My husband cooks for me every Saturday and brings me breakfast and lunch in our room so I don’t have to step out till I’m ready. We have a large home filled with children and family members, and it quickly gets overwhelming. But on Saturdays, we get to relax together, and I feel taken care of. I honestly think it’s one of the things that’s kept us together this long.
Comfort*, 38 — Married for 11 years
I get random credit alerts with the narration “From your sugar daddy” from my husband at least once a week. We joke that he’s old enough to be my sugar daddy (he’s ten years older) all the time, and I think it’s sweet how he’s consistently kept it up. The transfers are never huge, but just the thought behind it is great.
Kunle*, 50 — Married for 15 years
My wife makes pounded yam for me every week. She knows I don’t like the poundo version, and I like how she pounds hers so there aren’t any lumps. So, even though our help does other things in the house, my wife always makes sure she pounds the yams herself. That’s just how selfless she is. Every time I eat pounded yam at home, I remember how lucky I am to have her.
Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.
What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Tade: We’ve been family friends since before I can remember. We lived in the same neighbourhood, had our clique of friends and our families attended the same church.
Sonia: The nostalgia! We played with my dolls on weekends. Both the boys and girls. We’d all sit on the floor in my living room, playing pretend in the afternoons.
Were you guys close then?
Sonia: No. We didn’t have a bond until she transferred to my school in JSS 3. I was the only person she knew, so she gravitated towards me and my group of friends. We got closer because we had inside jokes most of my friends didn’t understand.
Tade: We had so much fun in secondary school. We became so close that our classmates, mostly boys, used to tease us and say we were dating. Look at us now.
Let’s get into how that happened
Sonia: I wasn’t thinking about relationships in secondary school. I didn’t even have crushes. But I knew I had a special bond with Tade. I had a best friend, but even she knew Tade and I were closer than we were.
Tade: We were by ourselves a lot, talking about TV shows, clothes and our plans for the future. When she entered the boarding house in SS 1, we drifted just a little because we spent less time together. But we still had stuff we could only talk about with each other.
During the holidays, we’d hang out in church, participating in dramas and dance performances. A lot of our childhood friends had left by then, but they were replaced over time with other kids.
When did you realise you liked each other beyond friendship?
Tade: After high school graduation, she went to the US for uni. Meanwhile, my parents had started having issues in their marriage, and my brother and I were collateral damage. Things got so heated that they couldn’t agree on what university I should attend.
The result? I ended up spending three years at home before I moved to Cyprus to study mathematical engineering.
Sonia: I was sure she’d make a new life and forget about me. To begin with, the time difference was even crazier to keep up with than when she was in Nigeria.
Tade: But somehow, we managed to stay in touch through that and the craziness of studying for exams and term papers. The turning point for us was when we both swindled our parents into paying for me to attend her graduation in 2016.
Don’t ask how we managed it, please.
I have to
Tade: We lied. Do you want people to call the police?
Sonia: She told her parents two different stories about how she had to pay for a special course, and they both sent her money. I told mine that there was a graduation fee.
Tade: I actually think back now and feel bad we made our parents cough out money so suddenly. I don’t think I can do something like that again. But I don’t regret it.
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You lied, and then, you saw each other again…
Sonia: For the first time in almost five years. I remember us dancing, crying and jumping in the middle of the arrival hall at the airport. People must’ve thought we were crazy.
Tade: It was during this visit we had our first kiss.
Details, please
Tade:We kissed on the second night.
It was the night before the ceremony. We lay in bed after a long evening out with her school friends. We couldn’t sleep, but we were also too wired to talk. It felt like the most natural thing to lean into each other and kiss.
Sonia: She stayed for a couple of days in my little apartment, and we had to share my small bed. I wanted to do so much more, but we chose restraint.
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Why? Was it awkward?
Sonia: A little. It was a little kiss, no tongues or anything. It’s crazy that I can remember it like it was yesterday. We were both so nervous with each other. We didn’t want to mess things up. I don’t know how we kept from going all out actually. Maybe because the feelings were new, and we were overthinking trying to understand them.
Tade: We must’ve known without even having to discuss it that our love was becoming different. There was this new energy between us. I wanted to hug her all the time and for much longer than normal, but I just didn’t.
Sonia: I kept thinking about the fact that she’d leave soon, and it made me almost depressed. I wanted her energy around me for the foreseeable future. So the visit was rather bittersweet.
Tade: We even briefly talked about her coming back to Cyprus with me. But I think we both decided that wouldn’t be wise. In the end, I had to go back sad and alone.
Did you make any decisions about your relationship before you left?
Tade: Not really. A lot was left unsaid. We just focused on celebrating her milestone. I still had about two years of school left. We were so young. We had nothing figured out.
Sonia: I threw myself into job hunting and a master’s programme. And we went back to finding time to talk to each other over FaceTime.
Tade: For the next two years, things were dry and uneventful… except when she helped me write my thesis.
Pardon
Tade: I’m exaggerating, obviously. We didn’t even study the same course, but she’s great with academic writing so she offered to help. She also had better access to research papers and better methodologies based on the American curriculum. It made everything faster.
Sonia: She got into a couple of relationships though.
Tade: More like flings.
With girls?
Tade: Yes. I’d pretty much figured out that I liked women.
Sonia: I was too busy having anxiety over my career and future to have “flings”. People tried to get with me, mostly guys, but they never worked out because I was always too impatient and most black guys in the States are arrogant.
Tade: After I finally graduated in 2018, I moved to Georgia on a work visa. Three months later, she got a new job in DC, and we moved there together. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
Were you official at this point?
Sonia: Yes. I don’t know how it happened, but it happened.
Tade: I think it became clear when she invited me to move to the US and move in with her, and I actually did it. I was scared AF because I had zero plans. My parents wanted me back in Nigeria, but I didn’t want that. I had to get uncles and cousins to chip in on the travel and visa payments.
Sonia: I offered to give her some money too, but she refused.
Tade: It was bad enough I’d be living in her house with no job for some time.
When I got here, the first thing we did was make out for hours. It was pretty clear we were official.
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So how’s the last five years been together in DC?
Sonia: Everything from the shootings to the pandemic, inflation and job insecurity has tested us. But it’s been great having each other to fight the battles with.
Our relationship has been a dream. There’s no anger or depression that can’t be solved with kisses and cuddles, just lying under our thick bed covers in each other’s arms, crying, ranting, laughing or whatever.
Tade: Something we picked up recently has been spending Saturday evenings in bed, watching old black and white movies until we fall asleep.
Do your families back home know about you two?
Tade: No.
Sonia: Nope.
Tade: It’ll probably stay that way for a while.
Sonia: None of our siblings or relatives know either. We don’t entertain people like that.
Tade: We don’t hide it from the public, but our life has been pretty insulated. We mostly hang out with work friends and a few people from Sonia’s universities or our secondary school. Most of them know about us.
Sonia: My high school bestie teases us all the time like, “I knew. I just knew it!” I’m like, girl, chill.
Tade: We still get side looks from the Naij folks, though. It can be funny at times. Other times, it’s really annoying.
Tell me about that
Sonia: It’s mostly the newly born-again guys. Everyone is finding Christ afresh and getting so religious these days. I wonder if it’s something in the air. But I think they mean well. They try to preach in the most polite ways.
Tade: But it’s still disrespectful.
Sonia: One time, we were hosting in our apartment because I just got a long-awaited promotion, and we invited up to 15 of our friends. Tade and I were in the open kitchen at some point. She wanted to get some more drinks from the fridge. I followed her and we hugged and kissed a little.
I turned and saw this babe giving us a strong stank look. Tade didn’t even notice. But then, the next day, we were talking to the girl on the phone, and she said, “You know you guys can invite me to things, but you don’t have to make out in my face when you know I love the Lord.”
Tade: I was so angry, I just told her she doesn’t have to come to our house anymore then.
I’m screaming. Have you guys had a major fight?
Tade: For sure. We had this major major one recently that made me scared I’d ruined our relationship for the first time. It was over money.
One of the major aspects of our lives is budgeting. You have to budget well to survive in this country. We budget for all the little things, but we also do it for vacations, major purchases and all.
Sonia: This was in 2022.
We’d been planning to move to a two-bed for some time. When we’d had most of the money together to move, renovate and so on. Tade took most of it to replace her computer and buy some other gadget. I get it was an emergency, but I went crazy because she didn’t even talk to me first.
Tade: My stuff got wrecked, and I was in the middle of this important project. I’d even lost some of my work in the process. I thought she’d understand.
Sonia: The shock was mind-blowing because I was already dreaming of our new space. We had our biggest fight ever, and I won’t forget it any time soon. I finally understand why people say proper communication is so important. If she’d only spoken to me before making that decision with our money, maybe I’d have understood or come up with an alternative.
How did you get past that?
Sonia: By talking. She slept on the couch for some days though.
Tade: She made me cry and beg. She only forgave me after I went on my period, and she saw me suffer through my cramps.
Sonia: I couldn’t stay angry with her while she was in pain. But then, mine started like two days later. It was such a funny, painful mess.
What does the future look like?
Tade: The usual. Marriage. Kids. Not sure how involved our families will be in all that, but we’ve made a pseudo-family here.
Sonia: There’s my career mentor. She and her husband are like parents to us now. We vacation with them a lot. And we have lots of friends turned siblings who’ve been willing to sacrifice large amounts of money, time and favours to help us in so many ways.
Tade: But it’s not one-sided. We’re there for them in many ways too.
Are you saying your biological family hasn’t been?
Sonia: Mine have tried their best, and I’ll always love them for it. I send stuff back home all the time.
But they aren’t here. They don’t do much for me in terms of companionship. I have sisters in Atlanta and my brother is in Dallas, but we haven’t seen each other in years. I respect it. They’re building their own families too.
Tade: We’re completely estranged. My brother, father, mother and I — we all live separate lives. Besides the occasional WhatsApp call with my brother, I don’t feel much like we’re connected in any way.
My father has a new wife with kids. My mum also remarried.
Sonia: But it’s fine. Everyone gets to find their tribe. We don’t have to be restricted by blood ties. And in the end, what matters most is finding your soulmate and making the most of it.
True. And how would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?
Tade: 10. 100 even.
Sonia: 10. I actually can’t imagine doing this life without you.
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Today is the day of love and kisses, and everyone is sharing love stories like it’s testimony time.
So, we completely understand why you might be tempted to return to that person you swore off many moons ago, in hopes that you too might give your testimony next Valentine’s Day. But read these Nigerians’ stories first before you take that leap.
Derin*, 28
The first time my ex and I dated, we were together for nine months. It was great but also a toxic because he was reckless with money and always wanted to go clubbing. I was also still in love with my ex at the time. After I passed out of NYSC, we broke up. I was ready to face the real world and adulthood, and he just wanted to evade planning his life.
About a year later, we got back together. He was going to be in my city and reached out to me to reconnect. We lasted two months this time around. But nothing had changed with him. He was still unserious, and when he randomly asked me to dash him ₦200k, I decided it was time to break things off for good.
Ebuka*, 26
My ex and I dated for a year and a half, but we broke up a couple times in between. We were in our early 20s when we met, and we were just in awe of each other until we started drifting apart because of things I’m not even clear about.
After a while, she asked for a breakup. Fast forward three weeks later, she came back and was like, “So, you’re not going to talk to me?” I’ve never responded so fast in my life. I’d even been stalking her WhatsApp. We made up, but I still kept my walls up.
It went on for a year before we finally broke it off and just stuck to catching glances from afar. Then close to my birthday, she came to my house to talk and we tried to make up, but she was with someone else already.
Cynthia*, 23
I don’t think we were ever exclusive, but we saw each other for a year. I hate to admit it, but he was my first love, and I might still be a bit in love with him right now. I got tired of the non-exclusivity and tried to stand on business. It obviously didn’t work because he ghosted me in the middle of exam week.
We didn’t speak for a year after that. Then one day, he appeared with a girlfriend and I was ready to take my L and move on. But he kept talking to me, so we became friends. It started feeling like our village people might have tied our destinies together when he asked me out on a date a little while later. We have chemistry, so the date was great. Then he kissed me at the end of the night and I just remembered the hurt he put me through the first time. I’ve been running ever since. But I never run too far because he always catches up and we start talking again. The feelings rise from the ashes, and we continue fooling ourselves.
We’re currently on our fourth reconnection. I give it two more months before we start exchanging “I love you” again and I run for the hills.
Mide*, 24
We dated for five months, and it was rocky, but it was also a lot of fun. It was the first time I really liked the person I was dating, and I wanted to make it serious. But there were too many things going wrong in my life then, and I was transferring a lot of that aggression to her. I called her a day before Valentine’s Day and ended things. I swear, I’m not proud of it.
I’m not sure how long it took, but I remember missing her terribly and reaching out to her. After courting her for a while, she sent an eight-minute-long voice note, politely advising me to take the friendship route.
Favour*, 22
My ex and I dated for six months. He had an insanely huge ego. He would treat me like someone he didn’t care about, so I just decided to end it.
Then he called me after a month or two, saying I should come back and we’ll figure it out. I genuinely thought he was doing better, but he actually became worse. He’d yell at me, call me names, then he kicked me out after begging me to move in with him. I’ve never experienced such staggering levels of see-finish in my life, and I genuinely feel like he only wanted me back because he couldn’t handle the fact that I actually wanted out.
One day, I just stopped replying his texts, went back to get my things and never looked back.
Bella*, 25
I went back to them just for the sex. I couldn’t connect sexually with anyone else after the breakup, so I figured, why not?
The first time we dated was for a year, and it was good, but we had different goals. He said I was too ambitious, and he wanted someone he could control. When we got back together for the second time, I won’t even lie, it was a lot better than I expected. He was emotionally intelligent and honest. But I tapped out mentally when I realised he didn’t know what he wanted.
Psst! Have you seen our Valentine Special yet? We brought back three couples – one now with kids, one now married and the last, still best friends – to share how their relationships have evolved in the last five years. Watch the first episode below:
Daniella*, 27
My first boyfriend in uni came up with this stupid idea to tell each other who we were crushing on, so I did. He said he had a crush on my roommate, and I told him I was crushing on his friend. After that day, he started acting weird and just stopped talking to me. My friend asked him what the issue was, and he went on this tangent about how I knew he was insecure about his friend and he didn’t know how to feel about my crush. He sent me a message and ended the relationship.
I just went to my room, laid on the bathroom floor, and cried my eyes out that day. The next day, he finally spoke to me and said he couldn’t handle being away from me, but the thought of his friend and I made him really insecure. He said he’d thought about it for a while and understood better, so we got back together. We still broke up in the end because he kept talking about how he wasn’t enough for me, even though he loved me. Then he ghosted me again, and that was it.
Laolu*, 22
He was my gym trainer, and we were always extra touchy with each other, but we never dated. We fooled around for about six months and only stopped when his girlfriend came back to the country, and I started liking someone else. I had a great time with him and the sex was great.
After a while, we started meeting in random places for sex just because. He tried to make it a real relationship at some point, going on about how he loved me and my boyfriend at the time wasn’t good enough for me, but I wasn’t really interested in dating him at the time, so I paid him no mind.
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What was the first money conversation you both had?
Michelle: Shortly after we started dating in October 2021, I took ₦14k out of the ₦60k I had saved up to replace my phone to buy him a surprise gift for his coming birthday. He knew I was saving for a phone and would have objected to my plan. Honestly, it wasn’t exactly a conversation. I used my strong head to decide on my own.
LOL. What was the surprise?
Michelle: I wanted to send him a pair of sneakers since we’re quite a distance apart. He lives in Aba, while I live in Keffi. But I had issues finding vendors, so I told him to find me one.
JC: I found a vendor, and she paid for it. That was the first birthday gift I ever received from anyone.
That’s sweet. You guys were long-distance right from the start?
Michelle: Yes. We met on a mutual friend’s Facebook group. JC and I were both admins of the group, and we progressed from exchanging banter on the timeline to talking every day. We’ve been talking every day since.
What’s navigating a long-distance relationship like?
JC: To anyone reading this: Don’t do it. Sometimes you just want to be with your person, but they’re several miles away. We have to rely on video calls, emails and virtual dates to keep the romance going. It’s tough.
Michelle: We’ve only seen each other physically twice since we started dating. The last time was in 2023. I visited, and we stayed together for about two months before I returned home to Nasarawa.
Who pays for these trips?
JC: We both do. When she visited for the first time in 2022, I was running a part-time university program which was taking the little money I had. We were both terribly broke, but she insisted on coming. She’s really the type to sacrifice everything she has — or doesn’t have — for me. So, we just ended up gathering what we had to cover the roughly ₦30k travel cost.
What about dates during these physical visits? Do you both pay for it too?
Michelle: We always have big plans about where to go when I visit. But we’re both introverted, so we end up not going anywhere. Plus, we hardly see each other, so spending all the available time together makes sense.
JC: Most of the time, we cook and have indoor dates. I’m the host, so I take up the cost for those. But we make up for our few dates by celebrating our anniversary every month.
How does that work?
Michelle: Sometimes, we exchange love letters and emails. At other times, we do virtual dates. We choose a meal and cook it on both our ends. Then we do a video call and chat about the past month. He once published a chapbook of 30 poems and dedicated it to me. It was so romantic. We’re just spontaneous like that.
I’m curious. Is it work keeping you both in your respective cities?
JC: Kinda. I moved here in 2017 to work as a graphic designer at a pharmaceutical company, but I quit in September 2023 because I kept getting owed salaries — which was just ₦50k/month. When they didn’t owe me, they’d deduct up to half of it for flimsy reasons.
I now offer freelance graphic and web design plus writing services. I have two consistent clients and a few occasional ones, bringing an average of ₦180k – ₦350k in a good month.
It’s not my first time in Aba, though. I first moved here when I was 10 years old. My family was forced to leave Kano in 2001— run is the correct word here — because of increased religious violence that became widespread following the infamous Reinhard Bonnke-Kano crisis of 1991. I’d experienced violent riots before and even lost friends to them, but I think another one happened in 2001, and my pastor dad decided enough was enough.
Oh my. What was it like starting afresh?
JC: Quite traumatic. We left with no properties and stayed in our family house in the village for seven months to figure things out. Fortunately, my mum worked in NIPOST, so she resumed work after her formal transfer request to a city nearby was approved. My dad also got transferred to a branch of the church there. We soon became financially stable and got our own place.
I’m glad there was a happy ending. How about you, Michelle?
Michelle: I’m a freelance writer, but I’ve been living in Nasarawa since 2016. Actually, let me start from the top. I lost my dad at five years old, and this affected the family’s finances. My mum was going to hold it down, though. She was a big-time seamstress in Lagos and had a huge foodstuff store, but she died nine months after my dad.
I’m terribly sorry to hear that
Michelle: Thank you. After her death, my siblings and I were passed around different relatives’ homes till I travelled to Zaria to write post-UTME in 2016.
It turned out that I had the wrong information and had travelled far ahead of the exam. So, I decided to stay with my elder brother who lived in Nasarawa with a relative in the meantime.
My brother had a sickle cell crisis shortly after I arrived, and I picked up a ₦6k/month restaurant waitressing job so I could care for him. I didn’t even write the post-UTME because the university eventually used JAMB and WAEC grades to decide the cut-off aggregate.
When I got the admission, I couldn’t go because I’d used all my money to take care of my brother. I tried JAMB again a couple of times, but my brother’s health problems always came up, and I’d have to pause the process. He eventually passed away in 2018.
Damn. I’m so sorry
Michelle: I should’ve given an “emotional story ahead” warning. After his death, I did several things for money. I was once a sales girl for ₦5k/month, then I worked at a cyber cafe serving chicken and chips. I learnt how to use a computer there. Then I had stints as a receptionist, admin officer and front desk officer. My town is pretty underdeveloped, so there’s nothing here.
I got my first real job in 2019. I started working as a secretary/paralegal in a law firm for ₦10k/month. In 2021, I moved to another law firm in Abuja for ₦30k/month in the same role. It was the same year I discovered I could get paid to write, and I started getting small gigs writing guides for a software product blog. That brought in an average of ₦100k extra monthly.
In December 2022, I took a risk and quit my law firm job to start my freelance business when the stress of moving from Nasarawa to Abuja every week became too much. I’ve worked freelance since.
How has that been?
Michelle: Really tough. I feel like I should’ve found my footing in the freelancing world before I left my 9-5. Right now, I’d say my income is zero. I haven’t had a constant gig in about seven months.
You’re both freelancers with somewhat unstable incomes. How do you manage bad financial periods?
Michelle: We don’t have bad financial periods at the same time, so we come through for each other. There’s no month that goes by that we don’t send each other money. I haven’t had a steady income in a while, but whenever I get anything from favours or random gigs, I send a token with a narration like, “I’m grateful that I’m able to love you with my money”. I get a sense of fulfilment from it.
Is there an average amount for this per month?
JC: No month is the same, really. It depends on how the month goes. I don’t even keep records. However, our bank did something like a 2023 summary of who you send money to the most, and we were each other’s.
Love to see it
Michelle: JC, I’ve been thinking we need to budget an amount every month for each other. Of course, we can go higher or lower depending on how much money comes in that month. But it’d also help us keep our expenses in check.
JC: Sounds good to me.
What does the future look like for you both? Say, the next five years?
Michelle & JC: Oh, we’ll definitely be married.
Michelle: I feel like our financial future is bright. I want to get into data analysis, and I’m currently taking Udemy courses. So, in the next five years, I should be working remotely full-time and contributing more to our finances. We’d have upped our game financially by that time.
Have you both thought about how money will work in your home? How will the bills be managed?
JC: We haven’t discussed this, but sharing responsibilities, depending on who has money at the time, has always worked for us, so we may continue that way.
Michelle: There will definitely be more structure to how we plan our expenses. Like if we’ll need to save for our kids, or how much goes into taking care of the home. I think the major change will be creating a joint account. I’m the lavish spender in the relationship — I mostly spend on gifts — and a joint account will help keep my spending in check. We actually tried to open a joint account in 2023, but it didn’t work because JC had BVN issues.
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How was the joint account supposed to work?
Michelle: The plan was to send whatever we made there, and the goal was to use it to monitor our spending. He was still working his 9-5, and transportation was taking a huge chunk of his money, which bothered him. He wanted to clearly track how the money was spent. Plus, I mentioned I tend to overspend, so we thought it’d be better if he was the only signatory to the account. That way, I’d think twice before asking for money to buy something unimportant.
JC: So before anyone withdrew money, we’d have to discuss and agree on why that particular expense is necessary. Unfortunately, it didn’t work, but it’s still something we intend to do when we get married so we can use it to handle bills together.
When you eventually do, would it still be a “send everything to the account” arrangement?
Michelle: I think it’ll depend ultimately on our earning power. For instance, if this person earns more, they contribute more and vice versa.
JC: Also, I started learning about finance intelligence in September 2023 from one of the companies I freelance for. It’s the 50-30-20 method, where you spend 50% of your income on personal needs, 30% on savings and 20% on investment. I’ve been trying the savings and investment bit with a savings app, and I think it’s a good blueprint for how we’ll likely plan our joint expenses when the time comes.
How would you describe each other’s relationship with money?
JC: She already confessed hers. She’s a lavish spender. It’s not that she spends on herself; she’s just generous to a fault. She always goes out of her way to do things for people who don’t even value her.
Michelle: Because the Scriptures say don’t pay evil for evil!
I’m dying
JC: She’s very accountable, though. She keeps track of every expense and shares them, no matter how excessive it is. I struggle with that degree of attention to detail, and I really admire that in her.
Michelle: JC thinks twice before spending money. He evaluates everything; Is this important right now? Can we get a cheaper alternative? I’m not like that. Once a need arises and there’s money, I spend it on the spot before thinking of how I could have gone at it in a better way.
Have these differences ever caused a fight, though?
Michelle: Ironically, we had a slight disagreement about money earlier today.
Do share
Michelle: You know how I mentioned I haven’t really had an income for a while? Well, I still get random money from my friends and siblings occasionally. As a Christian, I’m quite big on tithing. I’ve tithed since I was a child.
So, recently someone sent me ₦20k, and JC knew about it. The plan was for me to take some time away from home and travel to spend some time with my big sister in Abuja. But this past Sunday, I used most of it to pay tithe — I accumulate my tithe and pay when it’s gotten to a tangible amount — and announced to him today that I no longer had money to travel. He was like, “I thought it’s money you earn you pay tithe with, and not money you’re given?”
Haha. I see his point
Michelle: It wasn’t a big issue, though. We talked through it, and he understood why I did it. I’ve tithed for years. It’s not just something I can just stop.
We’re gradually embracing the fact that we’re different people. So even though we don’t always have the same attitudes to money, we know to talk through the faults we notice and accept that our differences complement us.
Do you both plan to shorten the distance between you soon?
JC: We plan to move together to a new state in the second half of 2024.
Have you thought about how much it’d cost?
JC: With how the Nigerian economy is going, it’s difficult to be decisive on a budget. But we started a joint savings plan on a savings app this January so we can have something saved up when we’re ready. We didn’t set a specific amount to save monthly, though.
Michelle: He has a more stable income and will probably move first to prepare for me to join him at the end of the year. Hopefully, my income will be better by then too. But we have to bridge the gap somehow this year. We both can’t deal with the distance again. This year is our year.
Amen to that. How would you rate your financial happiness on a scale of 1-10?
Michelle: 2. And that is me being kind to myself. It should be below zero. Not having an income in this economy is crazy. JC: 5. My finances improved this year, which I’m grateful for. I’m looking to lock in two more consistent clients soon, and that could increase my income significantly. The future is bright.
If you’re interested in talking about your Naira Life story, this is a good place to start.
So, the forces of the universe have united against you and decided you should be lonely at the top on Valentine’s Day? Not the best time to be alone if you ask us. But since an idle hand is satan’s workshop or whatever they say, we have the perfect lineup of activities to help you survive the day.
Draw up a “must visit” list
You know how you make a mental list of all the friends you’ll visit during festive seasons? Do the same for Valentine’s Day. Rank your female besties from “Her boyfriend is rich AF” to “At all at all na im bad pass”, and plan who to visit.
Befriend your bestie’s boyfriend
Think about it. Who knows your besties better than their BFs? You. Who knows all the things they want to see in their Valentine’s Day gift box? Also, you. So, get to work and become their BF’s personal shopping assistant and gifting advisor. Then show up on Val’s Day to retrieve the reward for your hard work.
Set leg
Relationship people will be everywhere in their droves on February 14, and believe us when we say they’ll be annoying AF. Set leg for any couple, just because you can. Who knows? You might just be the one to fall… inside one relationship.
Judge relationship people
Anyone who tells you to go off social media is bad vibes. Where’s the fun in that when you can stay and judge the gifts given, the gifter and the giftee?
Beg your Odogwu
Thanks to your single-pringleness, it won’t get any tender loving care or affection on a day dedicated to love. If it doesn’t take sorry, just beat it.
Go hard on the house chores
If you stay with your parents, when you finish the chores, they’ll bless you with an important prayer point: “God will provide your partner at the right time”. You might not get a lover this year o, but your story will definitely change in 2025.
Go outside and find love
If you’ve decided you absolutely cannot spend February 14 alone, head out as early as 5 a.m. Go to the busiest bus stop in your area, and position yourself by the roadside. Person go toast you before noon, like the babe in this Love Life.
Or just love yourself
Listen, nobody can love you like you love yourself. Stand in front of the mirror and have the sickest house party with the man in the mirror. It might give off strong “This is madness” vibe, but it’s the character development you need to survive relationship shege.
Love Life is a Zikoko weekly series about love, relationships, situationships, entanglements and everything in between.
What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Gbemi: I was standing on the road, waiting for a bus or bike, when this car stopped in front of me and wound down. It was actually the second car that stopped to offer me a ride that evening, but the no in my head immediately turned to yes when I felt the AC blow out of his car. I quickly thanked him and opened the door.
Muiz: I remember seeing this fine girl standing close to the bus stop. I wanted to get her out of the sun and into my life.
I’d just come out of a long relationship with someone I was sure I would marry, so I wasn’t thinking about a relationship when I decided to offer her a ride. I only wanted fine company and to give her some comfort.
Hmm. Were you both going the same way?
Muiz: She said she was going home, but she lived much further than my destination. I thought I’d drop her as far as I could go, and at least, I’d have made some part of her journey comfortable.
Gbemi: Unfortunately, it would’ve been hard to get a straight bus home anywhere around where he was going compared to where he’d picked me up from. When I told him this, he felt bad, so I downplayed it. I really didn’t want to get out of his car. It was so chilled and smelt nice. On top of that, he had Keri Hilson, one of my favourite R&B musicians, playing on his radio. I would’ve followed him wherever.
Muiz: We got to talking. I asked her about work, her family. I’m generally a curious person, so I’m always asking people everything about themselves. But with this complete stranger, I felt particularly interested. I like the way she speaks. Na she learn English pass everyone in Nigeria.
I ended up taking her all the way to her house because I wanted to hear more, and I didn’t feel comfortable dropping her on the road anymore.
So you liked each other already at this point?
Muiz: When I think back now, I think I loved her already. I’m not normally nice enough to drive complete strangers to their doorstep that’s at least 30 minutes away from where I’m going. I’ve never done that before. But also, I wasn’t tripping in any way I ever had before. I genuinely enjoyed her company like I would a friend that I love.
Gbemi: I enjoyed how curious he was about my life and how much he really seemed to listen. At the same time, I didn’t get that vibe that he could be a criminal planning to kidnap or assault me. Girls will understand what I mean. I was so comfortable being in his car and talking to him that it didn’t even occur to me until later that night that I should’ve been more on guard.
From that day until today, he’s never left my mind for one second.
Muiz: We didn’t even collect numbers that night. When I left her house, I started regretting, but I still had my last relationship to manage.
I’d broken up with my ex when I found out she’d been cheating for a while, but she was still harassing me to get back together. I just wanted peace of mind for a while.
But?
Gbemi: Some weeks later, he came to my house to ask about me.
He’d come some days before, when I wasn’t home and left a handwritten note with my maiguard. Nothing romantic. It was something like “Just so you know I dropped by. I hope your life is going fine.”
Muiz: When I finally met her at home, the first thing I asked for was her number. We went to a nearby eatery to chat for like an hour over chips and chicken. After that day, we talked on the phone regularly for months.
What were you talking about?
Gbemi: Nothing really. They weren’t long calls. I think the point was this constant need to check up on each other.
Muiz: One day, we talked about this bulb that just stopped working in my room. Another day, it was how I wished she’d come cook asaro for me in my house.
Gbemi, did you go and cook asaro in his house?
Gbemi: Before we got married, never.
Muiz: I tried my best to make her, but she no gree.
Gbemi: I was too busy making it every other day in my father’s house to come and continue the struggle in another man’s house.
So when did you accept that you loved each other?
Muiz: One day, I was on the phone with her when my friend, who was crashing at my place that week, told me to just ask her out. He was like the way I was smiling while talking to her was not normal.
I thought about it and realised he was right. She really made me happy.
I remember, when I met my ex, it was chaos from beginning to end. I liked her because she was crazy and made me feel alive. But with Gbemi, I have peace and it’s like I’m in heaven with God’s angels.
Gbemi: I always looked forward to our calls. They were short and sweet and left me feeling good about myself. It just got to a point when, once I saw his call, I’d drop everything to answer no matter what I was doing or who I was talking to. My siblings used to laugh at me all the time.
Also, one of the reasons why I never passed the talking stage with other guys was because they’d always make snarky comments. One time, I made a passing comment about my hair, and this guy responded that he hoped I wasn’t trying to get him to pay for it. Another one, we were at a restaurant waiting for our food when I grumbled about them not giving us garlic bread and water to just hold our belly. He responded that “Are you trying to impress me?”
But Muiz never made condescending comments like that. He was always sensitive and thoughtful. I noticed that very quickly.
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How did the asking out go?
Muiz: It took her a week to say yes. She kept saying she’d think about it, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for a relationship.
Gbemi: He was the only guy I ever dated. Before him, it was eternal talking stage after talking stage. I don’t count the guys I dated in school because those ones weren’t serious.
Muiz: Someone somewhere is telling people you were their girlfriend. Not knowing you’ve erased them from your history.
Gbemi: Sorry for them.
I was scared because I felt I liked him too much. I was already thinking of what I’d do if he broke my heart. I sha said okay after a while because he kept sending me gifts. Every day, he’d send me something small: a novel, a pair of earrings, a CD of my best series. I had no choice but to agree.
What was dating like?
Gbemi: Nothing changed for at least a year. Except that I went to his house sometimes. We mostly spoke over the phone.
He continued sending me small small gifts, but of course, not as often. I still have some of those gifts together in a box somewhere.
Muiz: It made me feel much better knowing we were exclusive. I just knew I could trust her to be faithful and that made me love her even more.
Gbemi: Then toward the end of 2013, I met his so-called ex and she did everything she could to frustrate our relationship.
What happened?
Gbemi: The first time I met her was at an event I attended with Muiz. The funny thing was I was admiring her from afar. I didn’t even know who she was, but she was dressed so beautifully. I was about to compliment her when someone introduced us, and she just snubbed me.
Muiz: Then I don’t know how she got Gbemi’s number, but she started harassing her with calls and threatening messages.
Gbemi: I had to block her.
Muiz: I thought she’d gotten over me. But the moment she found out I was in another relationship, she started her drama again. There’s no one I didn’t call to warn her, from her mother to her grandmother.
Gbemi: One day after we got married, we randomly walked past each other on the road, and she just shoved me back. It remained small, I would’ve fallen right on the road, and a bike zoomed past right after.
My whole body was shaking, my heart was banging. By the time I’d settled down, she was gone.
How were you guys able to marry despite her disturbance?
Muiz: We ignored it as best we could. It wasn’t something that was in our face all the time.
Gbemi: We also talked about it. I asked about their relationship because I wanted to understand why she was behaving like that. But I think that’s just her personality.
Did her behaviour scare you?
Gbemi: It did.
Sometimes, I’d think to myself, what if this babe tries to attack us in our home or sends boys to beat me or pours acid on my face? But then, I had to just calm myself down.
Muiz: I kept reassuring her and doing my best to caution my ex.
By early 2014, I knew I wanted us to get married as quickly as possible. I proposed in my sitting room one day, and as soon as she said yes, I went to meet her dad.
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How did it go?
Muiz: Her dad told me, “Uncle, she’s my last born. You have to treat her like an egg.” He made me swear on my life that I would.
Gbemi: Muiz was intentional about everything. Our parents set a date for six months after the proposal to give us time to plan properly and raise money. At no point during this period did I even think about his ex. My mind was completely at peace because I loved him and I wanted him to be my forever.
What was it that made you guys so sure of each other?
Gbemi: For me, it’s his character. He’s a serious-minded person. He’s sure of himself and intentional. He made and still makes me feel secure.
He also always shows genuine interest in me and the things that make me happy. My career, hobbies, likes and dislikes? He pays attention.
Muiz: She’s smart and has always had her priorities straight. She’s good with work and money, but she also always puts me first.
Then, there was just this sense of trust between us. When I say something, she takes it like that. She doesn’t get suspicious without provocation just because I’m a man. I can’t give a specific example, but I really valued that.
What was life after the wedding like?
Gbemi: Beautiful. We had a great honeymoon period without the honeymoon. The ex tried her best to ruin things, but she didn’t succeed.
Tried to ruin things?
Gbemi: She was always showing up at events and putting undue attention on us. Or trying to get in touch with either of us through unknown numbers.
The worst was when she showed up at my office calling me a husband snatcher. It was so embarrassing. But more for her than me because no one really took her seriously.
Muiz: I felt bad that she was doing these things. Not just because of how uncomfortable it made Gbemi, but also because this was someone I dated for close to four years. Sometimes, I’d ask myself, “Did I do something wrong to her to make her act this way?”
But she cheated on me. I will never understand why she behaved that way after. Those were crazy times.
Did she eventually stop or you got the police involved?
Muiz: She did not o. We had to leave the country for her.
Gbemi: I’d been a customer service worker at an international airline for about eight years when in 2017, they transferred me to their office in Jordan. They paid for me to relocate and covered part of the costs for my spouse.
Muiz: It was a lucky break for us because we’d just found out she was pregnant before she received the promotion. In fact, we had to hide the pregnancy from the company. Let them not change their minds. You know these big companies can be funny at times.
Gbemi: Come and see us praying to God that my belly doesn’t become obvious before the trip finally happened. That’s how we escaped the crazy ex o.
We’re now in Canada with our own travel consulting business, so we’re grateful to God for how everything worked out.
Sweet. What was your first major fight about?
Muiz: We have two boys, and if we’ve ever had major fights, it was probably triggered by them.
Gbemi: We have very different approaches when it comes to parenting.
I’d always told myself I’d be the type of parent to understand my kids and talk to them like they had sense. Muiz is much more traditionally Nigerian, although he’s been taking some of my suggestions.
Muiz: At the end of the day, I believe discipline wins when it comes to children.
Gbemi: But I draw the line when it comes to shouting at them. I always disagree with that and intervene when I have to.
Muiz: We’ve never had a major fight outside of that. I don’t think we ever even argued before we got married.
How does a major difference like that affect your marriage?
Gbemi: I see it as part of the package of growing old together, so I try not to internalise it or make it about me.
He’s gotten better. I’ve noticed him grow much softer, especially with our second son. He’s much more willing to have conversations with them and get on their level.
Muiz: Parenting as a whole, how much time we devote to caring for the boys, takes a toll on our relationship. There are many times when, between work, the boys, and even school — because she’s studying for an MBA and I’m taking some courses — we don’t have as much one-on-one time as we’d like.
But I know one day soon, we’ll find ourselves retired and the kids will have moved out to start their lives, and we’d have all the free and peaceful time in the world. So I’m not worried.
If she’s too soft with them, it only balances out my occasional harshness.
Gbemi: The important thing is he’s a good father and his love shines through most of his actions towards them. And that’s where I come in.
Great. How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of one to ten?
Muiz: 10 because I can’t really imagine things being better than this.
Gbemi: 10. Our journey has been nothing short of perfect so far.
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So, you’ve done some introspection ahead of February 14 and in your heart of hearts, you can’t shake the feeling that tears of ecstasy should be one of the main characters in your Valentine’s Day special for the LOYL. If you ask us, we’ll say it’s doable.
We know just the right things you need to do.
Start by telling him he’ll cry
No, you’ve not taken away the element of surprise. This is the only way to set yourself up for success. Remember, men already see tears as a form of weakness, so the last place they want to do it is mid-coitus. But once you tell him your intentions, there’s a chance he’ll let down his guard. Now, get to work.
Oil up…But with Aboniki
If you’re serious about making a man cry in bed, you have to be willing to take one for the team. In this case, that means enduring the biting hotness of Aboniki balm spread in the crevices of your body parts. There’s no better way to set the mood. By the time you lean into him on the bed, his eyes will be wet from mentholated desire.
Attack his ears
The ear is an erogenous zone. So, you’re going for a mix of touch and truth here. Gently tug at his ear with your mouth, and bite it softly. He’ll be tickled at first, but you’ll get him to relax when you moan and breathe heavily into his ear. When he starts to reach for you and begins to mutter in pre-cum lingo, tell him the day’s dollar to naira rate. He’ll cry, but they’ll be tears of joy because he’d orgasm at that point too.
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Spoiler alert: it’s lovey-dovey
And the soles of his feet
If the tears don’t come after working on his ear, go for the soles of his feet and put your tongue to work. This one might get a little loud, so you probably want to stuff his mouth with something and throw in a handcuff to restrain his hands. Next up, go crazy on his feet with your tongue. It’s like tickling, it always ends up in tears.
Bite his nipples
Start by twirling your tongue around the edges of his nipple. When you notice the skin taking on a semi-hard form, bite down softly and watch him let out that moan. But to get those tears, bite down as hard as you will a piece of shaki, and follow it up with more tongue twirling. He’ll go into a brief moment of shocked mute, then the tears will follow.
Use teeth
Look, forget people who say you don’t need teeth. If you want to stain your bed sheet with that man’s hot tears, we say teeth is where it’s at. Bite down softly on his odogwu, and just before he lets out a scream of pain, follow it up with the slurpiest glock glock 3000 you can manage. He’ll crumble in a puddle of orgasm-induced tears.
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Get on top
No better way to achieve peak vulnerability than staring deep into each other’s souls mid-mekwe, and realising that there’s no other person you’d have digging your well and cultivating your farmland. This is the only position where this will work. But be warned, you may also shed a tear or two with this one.
Post-nut adulations
In the rare chance that all of the above doesn’t work, read that man a Shakespearean poem or something heartfelt while he’s collecting his consciousness from the throes of pleasure. Hail his odogwu for a job well done, pet it even. And watch his eyes swell with tears of appreciation.
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.
What are your earliest memories of money?
Francis: I visited my cousin when I was around seven and was shocked to see he had money saved in a kolo. The money must’ve been like ₦50, but it was a huge discovery because it just clicked in my head that children could have money.
Helen: It’s funny how kolo is my earliest money memory, too. I was about nine years old when I watched my mum break her kolo after I complained about my teacher flogging me for not paying school fees. She gathered the money and dragged me to school to cuss out the teacher.
You didn’t know children could have money?
Francis: It wasn’t a thing in my house. My siblings and I were never given money for snacks in primary and secondary school because there was always home-cooked food. My mum was something of a “money police.” If any of us were found with money, we’d have to explain where it came from. So, anytime relatives dashed us money, we immediately gave it to our mum out of habit.
On the other hand, my dad didn’t take things seriously like that. When I entered secondary school, he let me keep the small change from the errands I ran for him.
I’m now curious about what money was like growing up
Helen: There wasn’t a lot. I lost my dad at 6. My mum said he was a banker, and we were ballers when he was alive. But I have no memory of this.
When he died, his siblings grabbed his properties and pushed my mum aside because she “only had one girl”.
My mum — who was previously a stay-at-home mum — had to start selling clothes to survive. I remember she fasted a lot, but I realised later that it may have been because there wasn’t enough food for us. She was the OG independent babe, though: I never saw her ask for help or handouts from anyone. She taught me how to hustle and not wait for no man to use ₦2k to shakara me.
Preach it
Francis: Things were different for me. Both parents worked in the civil service, so we didn’t struggle. My mum was just stingy. You had to present a dissertation to convince her that you needed to buy a bicycle.
Screaming
Francis: My dad was the lau lau spender, and this caused clashes between him and my mum. He once bought two of those big DSTV satellite dishes for the two TVs in the house without telling anyone and paid for the premium subscription. These things just came out and were crazy expensive.
My mum felt vindicated when he had issues at work in 2006 and was transferred out of spite to another department where he wasn’t getting as much money.
Wait. Tell me about that
Francis: There’s a lot of “chop, make I chop” in civil service, and everyone is involved in it somehow. My dad worked in procurement and handled contractor bids. He didn’t have the authority to accept or reject a bid — that came from the higher-ups. But it was obvious the contractors either “settled” the bosses or inflated the cost so they could use the excess to “show appreciation”.
No one will come and tell you directly, but you can hear that Oga is sharing ₦10k with everyone in the department for the weekend. So, he always had extra money apart from his salary.
Interesting
Francis: I think my dad started discussing with his colleagues how one contractor was doing rubbish but kept getting renewed. I don’t have the full story, but his comments may have rubbed some people off the wrong way. He got transferred, and the cash flow stopped. We didn’t go broke, but there was no more calling Daddy to buy ice cream when returning from work.
I think I got the lau lau spending from him, though. In 2009, I started writing notes and doing assignments for people in uni for random ₦1ks and ₦2ks just because I’d finish my ₦10k monthly allowance in a week buying suya for babes or buying them food, as per baba for the girls.
Helen: Wow. But me I didn’t see your money to chop o.
Wait. You both met in university?
Helen: Yes. In 2013. He was a final-year student, and I was a hustling second-year student. I’d just started selling chiffon shirts in the hostel to supplement my ₦5k allowance. We met through a mutual friend and started dating soon after.
Where were you both financially at this time? How come you didn’t see his money to chop?
Helen: I was making approximately ₦10k monthly from my business. I sold far more than that every month, but the profits weren’t all mine because I bought the shirts from an okrika vendor and added a small amount of money on top, so it’d still be affordable.
About not seeing his money to chop, I wasn’t looking for his money, TBH.
Francis: She’s the one Neyo talked about in ‘Miss Independent’. I was broke then, though. My dad had just retired, so money from home wasn’t regular. Any money I made from doing assignments or billing any of my older siblings went into my project and trying to stay afloat.
But you had time to get into a relationship. Love it
Francis: Wetin man go do? Looking back, I realise it wasn’t a great time to start a relationship. In 2014, I went for NYSC in a different state, and my income was ₦24,800 — NYSC allowance + a ₦5k stipend from my PPA. We had to navigate long-distance, which was hard. And then she lost her mum and decided she didn’t want to be in the relationship anymore.
Helen: Ah ah. It wasn’t like that.
So sorry about your loss. What was it like, though?
Helen: It was tough because I had to become solely responsible for myself. My aunt from my mum’s side who could help was also struggling, so I was basically on my own. I remember looking for ₦50k to sort out something at school, which seriously bothered me.
Whenever we talked on the phone, he’d ask several times what was wrong with me, but I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t want it to look like I expected him to start giving me money. So, I just told him we needed to take a break.
Why did you think sharing your problems meant you were asking for money?
Helen: It was something I subconsciously picked up from my mum. Growing up, she was very particular about me not depending on guys. We could be watching movies together, and she’d point out how the actress felt indebted to the guy because he helped her. Or how the guy thought the babe was billing him simply because she was sharing her issues.
I had a similar experience with a previous “toaster”. We were talking on the phone, and I randomly mentioned that I needed to end the call because my charger had issues; I couldn’t charge the phone and stay on the call. He said something like, “We haven’t even started dating, and you’re already telling me your problems.”
Ah.
So, it was like a reflex reaction to lock up and solve my problems myself. I wanted to be in a better place financially before focusing on relationships. It was time to double my hustle.
How did that go?
Helen: I did all sorts. I sold perfume oils, plantain chips and chin-chin at different points until my final year in 2016. Then, a friend introduced me to social media management, and it was like my big break. My first job paid ₦60k/month. When NYSC came around in 2017, my monthly income had grown to ₦90k.
Coincidentally, NYSC posted me to the state he lived and worked in, and we picked up the relationship again.
Who made the first move to pick things back up?
Helen: I did. It wasn’t like we broke up and became enemies; we were still in touch. He was hurt, but we still talked, and I knew he wasn’t seeing anyone. So, I told him we needed to see, and we just talked it through.
Was this because you were in a better place financially?
Helen: Exactly.
Francis: We didn’t get back together until we properly discussed what went wrong the first time. And that’s how I understood that she needed to do it for herself because of where she was coming from.
To be honest, a part of me initially thought she wanted to give us a try again because I’d become something of a big boy. I’d gotten into product design and had a ₦100k/month job. But if there’s anything she chases, it’s how to make her own money. We’ve been married for three years now, and she’s still the same independent, strong head.
What was dating like the second time? Were there other money clashes?
Helen: Oh, there were. We didn’t have money conversations the first time. Add that to the fact that we became long-distance shortly after we started dating; we didn’t navigate situations like who pays during the date or stuff like that.
But then we started dating again, and he’d take me for dates weekly and insist on paying. He’d also buy gifts when coming to visit me. I thought it was too much and told him so.
Francis: Me, I was confused. I thought I was doing what was expected, but she didn’t like it. It caused some arguments because I thought she wasn’t being appreciative. I told my friends, and some of them thought I was a lucky bastard. Others suggested she had someone else giving her more money.
How did you both navigate this?
Helen: It took a while, but I got better at letting him know that I appreciated him wanting to take care of me, but I didn’t want to feel too relaxed or dependent. More importantly, I wanted to chip in too.
Francis: So, we developed a turn-by-turn approach to our dates. I’d pay today, and she’d pay the next time we went out. I didn’t compromise on gifting, though. I still bought them as regularly as I wanted.
What’s the most expensive gift you ever got her?
Francis: A piece of land just before our wedding in 2020. I knew she wanted to own land one day and had saved up about ₦200k for it. A friend told me about a really good real estate deal, and I thought it was perfect for her. The cost was about ₦1m.
So I told her about it and said I’d pay the balance. The ₦800k was money I’d gathered from a work bonus and other monies towards the wedding. But it was COVID year, and no one was doing big parties anyway, so it all worked out.
Helen: It’ll always be the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.
That’s really sweet. How does money work in your home now?
Helen: We go 50/50 on everything. It sounds like we see finances as an individual thing, but it’s a joint feature in our lives.
Please explain
Helen: We have a joint account, and once we get our salaries, we send half of it to that account. We use the money in that account to settle our ₦650k/year rent, utility bills, food and other home expenses. The other half of our salaries is for each person to handle personal savings or other needs, including buying each other gifts.
Francis: Sometimes, if the joint expense is more than what we have in our joint account, we contribute equally from our savings to take care of it.
How did you decide this was what worked for you guys?
Helen: I’ve always struggled with depending totally on people. So, if he isn’t handling all the expenses, how do we decide who handles what? 50/50 seemed straightforward, and it’s worked well for us so far.
Does “so far” mean it could change in the future?
Helen: Maybe. Especially if we have kids. Right now, the plan is to get nannies so I can work. But if, for any reason, having kids reduces my earning power, we’ll have to revisit our 50/50 strategy to fit our new reality.
You mentioned personal savings. How much do you both have saved right now?
Francis: I don’t have savings. I still have a spending problem, and sometimes I run to my wife to borrow money till the month’s end. But to be fair, I mostly spend it buying gifts for her. She doesn’t ask, but gift-giving is what I do for people I care about.
There’s also black tax. I send ₦60k to my parents in a good month. Sometimes more. They’re old and always need one medicine or the other.
Helen: I have about ₦500k in my savings. It’d be more if this uncle regularly repays what he borrows with actual money rather than payments “in kind”.
I’m dying. It looks like saving comes easier to you
Helen: It does. Most of my interests aren’t capital-intensive. My idea of enjoyment is staying home alone and watching movies. Plus, there’s no black tax anywhere.
What do joint expenses in a typical month look like for you?
How would you describe each other’s relationship with money?
Helen: He has an “it’s for spending” mindset about money. I know it is for spending, but how you spend it also matters. I’ve tried to get him to use an expense tracker, but he says it’s too much work.
Francis: On the other hand, I think she needs to take money less seriously. Her scarcity mindset sometimes makes her forget that we aren’t doing too badly for ourselves.
How do you both reconcile these differences?
Helen: I went into our marriage expecting I’d be able to influence his spending behaviours directly. But that was a recipe for disaster. He thought I was nagging, and we had a bit of friction. But I’ve learned to leave him to it. He contributes his part to the home expenses, so I try not to overthink what he does with his money. I know his intentions are from a good place.
Francis: I jokingly call her the family accountant. I try to convince her to live a little, but her money habits don’t really hurt anyone, so we just take it a day at a time.
What’s something you wish you could be better at financially?
Francis: Investments. Saving doesn’t work for me because looking at the money is enough reason to spend it. But if it’s locked somewhere, I have no choice but to wait it out. I’m also wary of investments that will carry my money away, so I’m still carefully considering my options.
Helen: I’ll say investments too — specifically foreign investments. The way the naira is falling these days is enough to tell anyone that keeping money in naira won’t do any good.
Is there something you want, but can’t afford?
Helen: A house.
Francis: We have yet to make any concrete plans, but it’ll definitely be our next big project within the next five years.
How much do you think you should both be earning by then?
Helen: At least $1,500/month. I know several colleagues who work with international organisations, so that’s my next career goal. There’s a limit to how much a content strategist can make with Nigerian companies; I don’t want that to limit me. I’m focused on building a personal brand to pitch myself to my international startups.
Francis: Any amount in dollars is okay for me, really. The naira is terrible, and I feel like I could be earning ₦600k tomorrow, but my earning power would be the same as my current salary because of inflation. I plan to keep changing jobs till I get there.
How would you rate your financial happiness on a scale of 1-10?
Helen: 6. I’m doing okay, but I need to earn in dollars before I feel like I’m being adequately compensated for my work.
Francis: Also a 6. But my score is because I know I still have a long way to go to achieve financial discipline.
Editor’s note: Names have been changed for anonymity.
If you’re interested in talking about your Naira Life story, this is a good place to start.
The race is on. It’s operation “Find love before Valentine’s Day”. Whether you intend to do that by entering someone else’s relationship isn’t the focus today. The focus is making sure your Valentine is a corporate girlie for these key reasons.
You won’t need to go over the top
She’ll be at work on Valentine’s Day, so no need to worry about spending the day at a resort or any crazy thing like that. What about after work, you ask? Traffic and the stress of capitalism will mean all she wants to do is sleep. Same applies to the weekend. Just get her a gift box and call it a day.
Or break the bank
She’ll appreciate anything you give her because she’s working class; she knows what it means to collect salary today and go broke the next.
You can easily be intentional with your gifts
Why buy a corporate girlie flowers when you can gift her a keg of fuel or bag of rice, and she’ll love you forever?
Behold our Valentine Special
We brought back three couples we interviewed in 2019 to share how their relationships have evolved in the last five years. This is the first episode:
You’ll get a gift too
One thing about corporate girlies is they aren’t stingy. Even if it’s singlet and boxers they can afford, best believe you’ll get something.
You can cheat in peace
Another good thing about her having to work on Valentine’s Day is you’ll have the time to take your other babes out. The “C” in corporate girlie stands for “considerate”. They just want to see other babes win too.
They won’t have time to cheat
The fact that she even has time to date you with all she has going on is commendable. If she ever gets tired of your cheating ass, she won’t even bother to do you back. She’ll just leave.
You’ll level up by force
How would you be with a corporate girlie and you aren’t killing it in your own field too? They aren’t about the mediocre life. So beyond Valentine’s Day, you’ll definitely level up or go home.
We got seven relationship people to share the dumbest things they’ve done for love and their stories are the only proof you need to confirm that truly, “Na mumu dey fall in love.”
But February is the only month in the year when we don’t judge people who have been, and are still, a fool for love.
Funmi*, 30
I went to undo my locs within 24 hours of getting it done because my guy at the time didn’t like it. My locs should be six years old now, but because of that stupid boy — whom I later found out had a series of ongoing relationships inside our relationship — they are now only three years old.
Dotun*, 28
I bought a dinner dress for my girlfriend with part of my school fees. Then I gave her my brand new phone and lied to my brother that it was stolen with my school fees. He gave me all his salary for the month and still got a new phone for me. She was my second girlfriend, and I intended to marry her three years after school. That never happened.
Feyi*, 31
Because of love, I travelled from Porto Novo (the Capital of the Benin Republic) to Ile-Ife at about 5 p.m. We got to the Sagamu interchange at about 10 p.m., and there was an ongoing armed robbery on the road. Nobody knew I was in Nigeria. My parents thought I was in Porto Novo… na me still end the relationship las las.
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Barakat*, 28
I borrowed ₦200k through a loan app for a guy I was dating. It ended in breakfast, and I never got my money back from him. It took me four months to repay the debt, and we had even stopped talking before I could complete it.
Damola*, 33
I travelled to Lagos from Ekiti to visit my man, but I didn’t get to see him until after three days. I was all alone in his house. When he finally came, he started ordering me around, and I obeyed every command. I cooked, cleaned, warmed water for his bath, and then he went out, saying he might not return that day. At no point did he ask how I was or how the trip to Lagos was. I always feel like slapping myself anytime I remember letting a man treat me like that.
Fisayo*, 24
I came to Lagos from Ife to visit a boy without informing my parents that I was back in town. My uncle saw me, but he wasn’t sure it was me after I denied him. He dialled my number on the spot, but thankfully, my phone wasn’t with me. I was holding a phone, so that was enough to convince him I was someone else. He went on and on about how God created people in twos.
John*, 48
I left Lagos for Osogbo on a Friday evening after work to pay my girlfriend a surprise visit at her school. Got there and met another dude in her hostel room. From the looks of it, they were cohabiting and were an item. She said he was her cousin who was squatting till he got his own hostel apartment, but it was an obvious lie. We all slept on the same bed together, and I left the next morning feeling like a grade 1 mumu man.
Valentine’s Day will come and go. But you can have an anti-Valentine’s Day, and have a better time than all the lovey-doves out there, with these tips.
Swear off love songs
No space for love songs here. Start by sticking to Omah Lay and Passenger to set the tone.
All-black everything
Be the black sheep of the season while everyone obsesses over red and white. We’re talking all-black everything from your head to your toes. It’s not your concern who thinks you look dangerous; you’re a threat to love.
Behold, our Valentine Special
We brought back three couples we interviewed in 2019 to share how their relationships have evolved in the last five years. This is the first episode:
Embrace the single life
No better time to ride harder for singledom than on Valentine’s Day. Opt to work from home and spend the whole day indoors with yourself.
Birds of the same feather
Hit up your fellow Valentine’s Day haters. Miserable loves company, trust me.
Throw a singles-only party
Then all of you should throw the liveliest party to rival whatever the relationship people have going on with their ₦350k flowers.
Stay off the internet
Disconnect for a day so nobody can oppress you.
Go on a solo trip
Channel your inner Pelumi Nubi and create your own adventure.
My life changed forever on the night of March 11, 2012. That was the night my dad died while trying to cross the road, unaware that he was walking directly into the path of an okada with no headlights. My housemistress told me the news the next day at school. I was 13, and I was shattered.
I was a proper daddy’s girl. Of my parents’ two girls, I was the one who looked most like him. I was also the only child for the first ten years of my life. There are stories of how, as a toddler, I’d follow my dad everywhere, even to the toilet. I rarely let my mum pick me up. It was always “my daddy”.
I think my mum started to resent how close I was to him. As I grew older, I began to call my dad “my love” because that’s what he called me too. My mum would make offhand remarks about how I was ganging up with her husband against her or how I came to steal her husband, and my dad would laugh over it.
Most times, the remarks had a tense undertone. Especially when she tried to flog me whenever I was naughty, and I’d run to my dad for help. He preferred to punish by taking away my toys and talking things over. To my mum, he was just spoiling me, and they clashed over it regularly.
Maybe he did spoil me, but I preferred hanging out with him. I even used to run away from the sitting room once I heard my mum returning home from her shop because she always seemed angry. When she gave birth to my sister, it was like they divided the children among themselves. I was daddy’s girl, and my sister was mummy’s girl. So, it all worked out.
Then my dad died, and it felt like my person had left. I didn’t really have a relationship with my mother, so I couldn’t process my grief with her. I’m not even sure how she processed hers. She just cried for a few days and kept to herself. When the relatives and mourners finally left our house after the burial, all that was left was empty silence. My sister was three years old and didn’t really understand what was happening.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to navigate the silence for long because I returned to boarding school. But whenever I was home, the silence was there. When we weren’t silent, she was scolding me for one thing or the other. I either didn’t sweep well enough or didn’t mop the way she would have.
I finished secondary school in 2014 and returned home to pursue a university admission. 2014 was also the year my mum remarried. Two months before the wedding, she called me and my little sister to the sitting room and told us we’d have a new daddy soon. I’m not sure I felt anything about it.
We met the man that week, and he seemed nice enough. The only thing on my mind was gaining admission and leaving them to it.
But admission didn’t come easy. I failed JAMB and had to wait an extra year at home. While I waited, I attended tutorial classes from morning to evening, and by the time I returned home at 6 p.m., it was usually just me and my mum’s husband. That was when he’d return from work, too, while my mum stayed at her shop till around 9 p.m. My sister’s school bus would drop her at the shop, so they always came home together.
The arrangement worked at first. I’d return home, cook dinner and serve her husband before going to my room for the rest of the night. But he started dropping comments like, “Why are you running to your room? Come and spend time with me.” Other times, he’d encourage me to greet him with hugs since “I’m like your dad.” I found the whole thing weird and just kept my distance.
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I finally gained admission in 2015. A week before I had to resume at the university, this man tried to rape me. That day, when he returned home from work, he tried to get me to hug him as usual, but I politely laughed it off and returned to my room.
A few minutes later, he called out to me to pick something from his room. I actually thought he was outside, but I entered the room, and he suddenly appeared from behind the door. It’s still a bit triggering to think about how he tried to pin me down and cover my screams with his lips and whispers of “Don’t be a baby, now.”
I’m not sure how I managed to escape. I must’ve kicked him because, one minute, he was on top of me, and the next, he was on the ground. I ran out of the house to our street junction to wait for my mum.
When I eventually saw her, I ran to her and narrated the whole thing. She was visibly shocked and even started crying. She led me back home and confronted her husband. The man denied the whole thing and claimed I ran out of the house because he caught me with a boy. He swore up and down that he’d never try such and I was just making things up.
My mum believed him. There was nothing she didn’t say to me that night. How I didn’t want her to enjoy her home. How I’d never been in support of her marriage. How I’d grown to be a liar and prostitute.
To this day, I don’t know if she truly believed I was capable of such a lie, or was simply choosing to make herself believe what she desperately wanted to be true.
I decided to avoid her husband as best as I could while I counted the days before I could leave for uni. The plan was to stay out all evening till my mum returned at night. But the first day I did that, he reported me to my mum, saying I didn’t cook his dinner. She warned me to never let that repeat itself, and that’s when I knew I had to find a way out.
Behold our Valentine Special. We brought back three couples we interviewed in 2019 to share how their relationships have evolved in the last five years. This is the first episode.
The next day, after they’d gone out, I took some clothes, my school documents and the ₦68k my mum hid somewhere and travelled to the state my university was located. It was about three days to resumption, and I didn’t have a plan or anywhere to stay.
But I got to the university in the evening and met some fellowship people on campus who were trying to mobilise fresh students. I told them I didn’t have anywhere to stay. They let me sleep in the fellowship hall for two days before their other members resumed, and I went to stay with one of them at their hostel.
My mum called me the day I left, screaming and calling me a thief. That went on for about two minutes before I ended the call. She didn’t even bother to ask where I was, and she never called back. Maybe she thinks I followed my imaginary boyfriend.
I haven’t seen or spoken to her since 2015. I survived the years at school with the fellowship’s help and the little money I made from making people’s hair, a skill I learnt in boarding school.
I found my sister by chance on Facebook in 2023, and reached out. Our first call was so awkward because we had almost nothing to say. I wasn’t surprised to hear that my mum had fed her with stories of how I stole her money and ran away to destroy my life. We chat occasionally.
At least, I know my mum is still alive and married to that man. But she’s dead to me. I’m not sure if we’ll ever unpack everything that went wrong between us or if I’ll ever be willing to do so.
I don’t even know how to ask my sister if he ever tried to abuse her too. I feel like I abandoned her, but I also know there wasn’t much I could do but save myself. I consciously try to push the whole experience to the back of my mind. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to work through it.
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What’s your earliest memory of each other?
Lola: We met at work in 2017. My former company hired him to do some photography work for three months. The first day he came in and I saw him, I knew I had a crush. It was his eyes. They were so pretty, but he never looked directly at anyone.
Dennis: I noticed her right away. I passed by her cubicle, and she was so focused on her computer, typing God knows what. She’s the fastest typer I know.
Did you get to talk on that first day?
Dennis: Not really. Their CEO introduced me to everyone, including her. Then I went to my corner to figure out what they wanted me to do.
Lola: We didn’t speak until a few days later when we directly worked on a project.
And then, you fell in love?
Lola: No. We didn’t date until after he broke off the contract barely a month in and left our company.
What do you mean “left”?
Dennis: That “project” wasn’t part of the specific deliverables in my contract. Because I didn’t accept to take on tasks outside of the contract, the CEO started overcriticising the work I did. Everything was suddenly rubbish, and it was seriously affecting my anxiety.
Lola: When I noticed he was having issues with our usually mild-mannered CEO, I texted him just to check-in.
He told me when he started considering leaving, and we talked about his anxiety. However, at the time, I didn’t understand that he meant depression.
When did you figure it out?
Lola: Shortly before we became official.
Dennis: But first, we were friends for a while. She became part of my support system. She’d always check in, even when she was dating some other guy.
Were you considering dating her instead, Dennis?
Dennis: Yes. Who wouldn’t?
But I felt she was too good for me. I thought she was only reaching out all the time out of pity. She’s really nice like that.
Lola: Men can be idiots when they want to be sha.
How did you eventually get together?
Lola: I had to tell him I liked him, really liked him.
This was mid-2018 after an almost one-year relationship crashed because I wasn’t invested. I liked the guy but not enough to move as fast as he wanted. He wanted us to move in together, to get married at least a year later and all that. I didn’t think I liked him enough for all that. When he noticed I wasn’t invested the way he wanted, he left, and I moved to Dennis.
Dennis: I was shocked when she told me she liked me a lot. It was over the phone, but I believed her because her voice sounded so sincere. I just started crying.
Lola: I listened to him sob over the phone and didn’t even realise when tears started streaming down my eyes.
I think there and then, I should’ve known I was in for a rollercoaster.
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Lola: He started texting me a lot, asking what I liked and didn’t like. He was so sweet and poetic in his texts. You could sense that strong aim to please, and I was completely taken by it, trying to answer as openly as possible.
Dennis: The texts were mostly anxiety-driven. I wanted to take her out, and I wanted to do it perfectly. So I had to know precisely the type of food and ambience she liked.
Lola: That first date was nice even though we weren’t exactly dating yet. Afterwards, we didn’t meet much, but we’d text almost 24/7 with phone calls in between.
Then I noticed him withdraw. After some months, the texts became less frequent to the point when I was almost begging him to text me.
Dennis: My mum died after a long illness just before Christmas of 2018, so…
I’m so sorry
Lola: He didn’t tell me that until shortly after New Year 2019. By then, I was frustrated by him. When I heard this, my feelings made a U-turn, and I was heartbroken for him. I knew he was really close to his mum.
Dennis: I felt bad for pushing her away during this time, but I really couldn’t help it. After recovering, I asked her to be my girlfriend, fully expecting her to say no.
Lola: But I said yes.
And for that year, dating meant sharing Ubers to our offices. He lived in Egbeda, I lived in Ikeja, and we both worked on the island, so he’d hail a cab, and then pick me up on the way. We’d mostly make out in the back seat until we entered traffic and I was too shy to continue.
That sounds nice
Lola: That was our life until COVID came and we all had to stay indoors. He lost most of his photography and content gigs and my salary was slashed in half. He called me one morning during lockdown and broke up with me.
Like a phone call?
Dennis: I was in a dark place and didn’t want to have to keep calling or texting through all that. It was really hard for me to do. But I didn’t want her going through emotional stress on top of how the pandemic was most likely already affecting her.
Lola: He didn’t say all this. He just said, “Let’s break up.” I was confused, but he was adamant, and you could even hear the irritation in his voice. No explanation; he just broke up with me and that was it.
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And you got back after that how?
Lola: In October 2020, he called me crying.
Dennis: I missed her too much and hated myself for making us separate. A part of me thought she’d call or text to change my mind. I think by the day after I broke things off, I’d changed my mind.
She never called.
Lola: Why didn’t you call?
So he called you crying, and then what?
Lola: I was confused. I had to drag my sisters into it, and of course, they advised me not to take him back.
I didn’t listen.
Dennis: I kept calling her to apologise and explain myself. I came clean about my depression and how I was already seeing therapists.
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Lola, how did you feel about this revelation?
Lola: I’d already figured out the depression bit when we used to text a lot before his mum passed. He’d constantly question himself and his whole existence. Sometimes, it felt like self-awareness and an urge to be a good person. Other times, it was scary, like he didn’t like himself at all.
This time around, maybe because I was older, I wondered if I really wanted to be involved in that. But I like him a lot, so I convinced myself I couldn’t just leave him because he was going through things.
Dennis: We didn’t get back together until early December. But then, Christmas was a mess because I was broke AF after COVID, so we didn’t have a decent meetup until around March 2021. In July, we went to Ghana together.
Lola: We were so happy during this period. It was a huge high for him. But by September, he was low again. And I physically experienced his depression for the first time.
What happened?
Lola: Literally, nothing. He could hardly get out of bed in the morning, let alone work or talk to me. We were pretty serious at this point, so I’d started staying over at his place a couple of weeks at a time. Omo, I had to move back to my father’s house at a point o.
Dennis: I was ashamed for her to see me like that. So her leaving was better for me in a way.
We were so happy together that year that I was sure I wouldn’t be depressed for a long time, but I guess my mental health didn’t respect my actual emotions.
How did this affect your relationship?
Dennis: She stopped taking my calls for some weeks and when she did, she’d ask me if I was feeling better and that was it. I respected her need for space.
Lola: I was confused. I knew what I saw — the inactivity, the lack of concern or emotion — was the depression. But it also made me a bit insecure. What if it was me? What if he was tired of having me around and couldn’t say it?
Dennis: Around November, I went to her place and we talked about it. I told her what my therapist told me about managing my important relationships, how I wanted to do everything within me to make us work.
Lola, I’m curious about how you processed this
Lola: I had to start therapy myself and that helped me personally. It pushed me to ask myself questions and to put myself and my health first before thinking about my feelings for him. 2022 was great for us. It was a lot healthier because I understood him and I understood myself better.
In 2023, we had to take breaks twice. But 2023 was also shege year, so I’m not so worried about it.
Have you guys thought about what the future might look like?
Dennis: A lot. And there’s a lot of uncertainty. But I know I love her, and I’d be lucky to have her with me forever.
Lola: It’s crazy that we talk about having kids more than we talk about a wedding, but I guess it’s because neither of us is very traditional.
Do you want to have kids?
Lola: Yes, definitely.
Then there’s my mum — who loves him like the son she never had, by the way — who’s always asking when he’ll “do the right thing”. Of course, she doesn’t know about the depression. Until we figure that out, we’re not in a hurry.
Dennis: Sometime in 2023, we started taking joint therapy, and that has helped a whole lot.
Lola: Honestly, I’d recommend it even to couples who feel confident about both their mental health and their relationship.
How would you rate your Love Life on a scale of 1 to 10?
Lola: Hmm. 7? 7.5? We’ve been so intentional with making things work. But I get afraid sometimes.
Dennis: 7.5. I feel lucky to have her.
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We’d tell you to forget about marriage and focus on yourself in this messy economy, but you people have carried love on your head like gala sellers in traffic.
Did you see the number of couples that got engaged in December?
Just like our dear president did, we suggest you also hit the ground running. Take your partner’s hand and run away from all unnecessary spending into your nearest registry. You’ll need to pick up some important documents and two witnesses on the way, but it’s a lot better than paying through your teeth to entertain your village people, including your mother’s friend who once watched her beat shege out of you.
“Cut your coat according to your clothes. You don’t have to do all the fancy, big things.” – Lauretta
With the way the costs of things are flying through the roof every second, you might end up with a doll’s vest. But the love of your life is all you need to have a great time at your wedding, right? Take a long, hard look at your account balance and plan with what you have there.
“Don’t go for the popular, do something that’s uniquely you.” – Ope
Instead of going for what everyone else is doing, like buying a dress worth millions or renting out the biggest hall, you can have the wedding in your father’s backyard, wear something from your closet. The most important thing, though, is that your wedding feels very much like you.
“Use the people you know. Do something small and intimate.” – Ope
Not only does a small, intimate wedding save money, but it also ensures your special day is free of drama. No one wins if, during the reception, your best man plays videos of you catching ass. Or your ex-girlfriend plants seeds of doubt in your bride’s head. You might think we’re lying, but The Wedding Party’s Dozie knows what we’re talking about.
“Invite the people you’re actually friends with.” – Lauretta
If that includes the akara seller at your junction and your misunderstood boss, so be it. Just make sure the people you’re sharing your day with are worth it and won’t do anything that might cause you grief on your special day.
“If you’re doing your wedding at the end of the year, it’s going to be more expensive.” – Ope
Once Zenith Bank puts up Christmas decorations and people start singing off-key about Jingle Bells, just know the price of everything has tripled, and your wedding will cost a whole lot more. Pick a good time for your wedding. It could be the beginning or middle of the year when there isn’t a holiday fighting with the economy to see who can take you out first.
“Make trade-offs and spend the most on what matters to you and your partner.” – Ope
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It’s your special day, so it only makes sense you spend on things that’ll make you and your partner happy, even if that means splurging on decoration or having a small chop platter with only puff puff and mosa.
It’s 2024. Why are you still going to Google for generic love messages to send to the LOYL, when Afrobeats stars have dedicated their lives and discography to expressing love in innovative ways?
If you don’t know where to start, we’ve dug through your favourite hits for the very best lines.
“My baby, my Valentine / Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise”
This opening line of CKay’s Love Nwantiti straight-up makes it clear how perfect it is for Valentine’s Day. After expressing how your lover’s love keeps you warm in this cold world, the song goes on to say, “If you leave me, I go die, I swear / You’re like the oxygen I need to survive.” But this only works for people you love to death.
“Na you I wan retire with, my love”
Oxlade composed Ku Lo Sa for long-distance relationship folks. But this is a straightforward yet sexy line anyone can use to say they want to grow old together with their babe.
“You are my woman / My perfect human / You make my world feel so right even sometimes when I’m wrong”
What else articulates everything a person should be to their lover more than these lines from Asake’s Mogbe?
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“You’re the one I want o / Before my liver start to fail”
Davido goes on to say that if he ever leaves his babe, water should sweep him away, then declares that his babe’s love is so sweet, he must experience it even if it won’t be for long. Listen to Davido’s Assurance for more inspiration on how to show devotion to your babe.
“They say love is blind, but I dey see am for your eyes”
Use this to appreciate your lover’s ever-present love. Nothing says, “I see the depth of your feelings towards me” more than this. Thank Davido for this line from Aye.
“Nothing fit distract me for Lagos / For January, I give you my money / Ego oyibo, ego oyibo, ego oyibo /For February, I put you my baby”
In four bars, Chike’s Ego Oyibo will help you assure your lover that your bond is stronger than Lagos babes, and all your foreign currency is for them every day of the month.
“I know say you be my healer / Nobody t’ole yawa”
If your babe heals your soul and no one can put an asunder between the two of you, this line from Seyi Vibez’s Cana is how you let them know.
“Uloma, I dey on my ten toe”
This is a declaration that you’re fully committed, grounded and loyal to your babe’s government. Only they can make you feel this way, according to Young Jonn on Xtra Cool.
“The way you do fantastic / Have to put on glasses / Make you no blind me with this your body”
What you’ll be saying with this text from Burna’s Tested, Approved & Trusted is that the beauty of your lover is new every morning, like the sunrise. As it should be.
“It must mean I’m on your case, for me to come out / It must mean I’m at the door / I want to show you my world”
Do like Tems on Me & U and send this to your lover with a plane ticket to a cool baeacation spot. If not, which world do you want to show them?
Vendors have started to fill social media with their curated gift boxes, and that’s all the sign you need to know Valentine’s Day is around the corner.
We can debate why the death of one prehistoric saint means we have to finish all our money later. Today, let’s discuss how to draw the line between being a stingy lover and spending too much money as a 9-5er in Tinubu’s Nigeria. We got seven 9-5ers to weigh in.
Look at your salary
When you’re in love, you naturally want to go all out to put a smile on the face of your partner. But as a salary earner, that salary is supposed to take you till the next salary day. So, before you order that gift box, calculate how much you can comfortably spend without resorting to begging for food or trekking to work for the rest of the month. Then add a little extra for emergency expenses.
— Enoch, 29
Make a budget and compare it to your usual expenses
You should have a monthly budget, or something to track your expenses so you know how much you typically spend in a month.
Make a budget for that Valentine’s gift and then compare it to what you’d usually spend in a month. If it’s more than 70% higher than your normal monthly budget, consider revising your plan for something less expensive, preferably within 30% – 50%, depending on how generous you plan to be.
— Mariam, 32
Leave some wiggle room for inflation
A good perfume that cost ₦10k in 2023 might cost ₦15k now. It’s not you. It’s Nigeria. So even if you have a budget, keep in mind that you might end up spending a little extra. But try not to completely veer off your budget.
— Kevwe, 22
Plan early
Things become more expensive by the minute these days, and gifts tend to become even costlier around Valentine’s Day. It’s salary week, so it won’t hurt to start planning and making your purchases now.
— Omoh, 25
Are there cheaper alternatives?
Let’s assume you want to buy your babe a fake Van Cleef bracelet for ₦10k. Why not go to Yaba and buy the same bracelet for ₦5k? Both of them are fake, anyway.
Considering cheaper alternatives is like killing two birds with one stone. You create a memory and spend less while at it. Plus, cheap doesn’t mean tacky, so package it well.
— Charles, 36
Is the person even worth it?
Ask yourself: Am I and this person dating exclusively? Do they see me as a talking stage? Will the person even match my energy?
For me, how much I spend depends on how important the person is to me.
— Bayo, 26
Get creative with your gifting
Roses are great, but is it roses I will eat? Instead of spending ₦50k on that, consider creative practical gifts like food or fuel. The person might appreciate it more, and you’ll spend less. You can also gift joint experiences like an outdoor picnic, rather than dinner at an overpriced restaurant.
It might still be January, but these men have already set plans in motion to make Valentine’s Day special for their loved ones and significant others.
Demola*, 40
I’m not seeing anyone, so it’ll be my first Valentine’s Day single in a long while. But I’m excited because it’s my mum’s birthday. My siblings and I are planning a surprise. We’re very intentional about the party because we want it to be as memorable as it possibly can for her. We’ve reached out to some of her high school and uni mates, and she has no idea. We also have this cute photo wall with pictures from her childhood that we plan to install. I know I’m going to shed sweet tears on that day sha.
Biodun*, 45
My wife and I have not celebrated Valentine’s Day in a long time, with the pressure from work and raising the kids. It’s generally not easy to carve out time for ourselves. But this year, I want my wife to feel like the days when we started dating. We always made such a big deal of Val’s Day then. We’d wear similar outfits, go out with friends and go hard on gifts. Since our kids are old enough to stay with their grandparents now, we’ll spend two days at a nice hotel on the island. Just the two of us. I plan to drive her from work down to the place. She won’t suspect a thing until that day.
Toba* 33
I know I’ll want to do something that involves being at home. Might just order our favourite pizza and drinks, and chill in our living room. I’m still thinking the whole thing through, but I know food must be involved.
Gbotemi*, 31
I don’t have any ghen ghen thing planned. I want to write a handwritten love letter and put it in her bag. I used to write love letters to her when we started dating and we were both students. I even continued while I was serving. I’d visit her in school and write a love letter that she’d wake up to find in random places like her purse and phone cover. Capitalism has kinda taken that away from us. But I’ll return to the roots this Valentine.”
Ife*, 29
Our relationship is in a complicated place right now, and I’m the problem. Valentine’s Day is a working day this year, but I intend to get her a gown. I saw it on my timeline a while ago and made a mental note to buy it for her. I’ve got more exciting plans cooked up at the office too.
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Michael*, late 20s
My girlfriend and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. Before you judge, it’s not because we don’t care for each other but because it’s a few weeks between both our birthdays. Hers is February 2nd, and mine is March 2nd, so we focus on our birthdays instead. I try to get her gifts that she’s asked for in the past. Preferably, a request she’s almost forgotten. Last year, I got an artist to make an illustration of her as a waterbender. She’d told me she’d like something like that about two years before. I’ve not concluded on what I’ll get this year, but I’m thinking of a written note and a big teddy bear. She’d mentioned wanting one a few months ago, and I teased her about it. I think it’ll be nice to see her reaction when I give it to her.”
Hassan*, 29
Me and my babe have built a culture around Valentine’s Day. Instead of an all-out celebration, we choose to see it as a reminder of how far we’ve come. We’ve had some issues lately, and even though we’ve talked and trashed things out, she still thinks I’m harbouring resentment against her because she was at fault. For Val’s Day, I want to plan a simple dinner as a reminder of our love, whether or not we are on good terms.
Ayomide*, Early 30s
It’s our first Valentine’s Day celebration as a couple, so I’m considering a special dinner date. Also, her phone has been bad for the longest time, so I’m trying to get her a new phone ahead of the day. I’m caught between an iPhone and a high-end Google Pixel phone, but the exchange rates have made things pricey. I don’t know if I can pull it off. Her birthday is in March, so there’s also that to think about.
Navigating loss is never easy. No matter how old our parents get, we’re never really ready for when they’ll leave the earth. I was discussing this with a friend when they revealed their grandmother’s rather strange request: She didn’t want anyone to spend on medical bills if she ever became seriously ill.
Intrigued, I got on the phone with mama’s carer, and with her help, got mama (75) to share her reasons.
My children think old age has affected some parts of my brain, so I make sure to repeat the same statement at least once a month: You people should let me die if I ever fall terminally ill.
I’m 75 years old, and in my lifetime, I’ve seen friends and family members battle sicknesses for years. They pile up huge medical bills for their family, and eventually still die. The death that strengthened my resolve not to go the same route was my husband’s.
He died in 2018 at 71, and he was in and out of the hospital for four years before that.
His health battle started with a mini-stroke in 2014. He was admitted, and doctors said, “Oh. Thank God, it’s nothing serious.” That was until they found cancer in his chest during routine scans. Again, they said it wasn’t too serious because it hadn’t advanced much yet.
A year and several chemotherapy sessions later, the doctors had changed mouth. Something about the tumours moving to other body parts. My children gathered money and took him overseas for better treatment. No one told me how much it cost, but I could see in their eyes that they were stretched thin financially and emotionally.
About three years after the initial diagnosis, my husband was declared cancer-free. We did thanksgiving at church and even gave away food items to less privileged people in gratitude.
Six months later, my husband slumped. The cancer was back, and it caused his kidneys to fail. He had to include dialysis to his long list of medical procedures. This time, my children came to ask me if their father had any money saved up somewhere.
He passed away soon after. I was heartbroken. After all we went through, it seemed like we only delayed the inevitable. I don’t want to put my children through the same thing again.
So, I’ve decided I’ll die at home. I take blood pressure medication and pain relievers for my arthritis, but if I ever develop a terminal illness or a sickness that requires long-term treatment, I’ve told them not to take me to the hospital and just care for me at home. I’ve lived long enough already. I’d rather die than become a financial burden. If they go into debt and sell their properties to keep me alive, but I still die due to old age, what use would it have been? Instead of going through surgery or chemotherapy, isn’t it better for me to cross over peacefully?
I think my children still don’t take me seriously even though I’ve been saying this since their father died, but I won’t stop reminding them. Maybe the next step should be to tell them that my spirit won’t let them rest if they make me suffer my last days in a hospital.
I’m not scared of death, and they shouldn’t be too. Everyone has to go at one point, and I prefer to go in a way that won’t burden anyone. I’ve had the privilege of seeing my children marry and become successful, with their own children. What more does anyone want?