Love Has A Price Tag

There is no romance without finance.

How many of you are willing to live a precarious life with a starving artist whose welfare hangs on the hope of selling some artworks and in Nigeria where there are more vandals and intellectual morons than art collectors, he would starve to death and no amount of kisses of life by the woman who loves him can bring him back to life.

I am saying this from the unfortunate lives of artists I knew who died of poverty in Nigeria and the Nigerian women who admired them for their talents avoided them to marry rich boyfriends and sugar daddies or sugar dandies.

Funso Alabi and Richard Mofe Damijo(RMD) started acting at the same period when most artists were suffering and dying in Nigeria. Funso was very principled and refused to compromise his strict rules of engagement. But RMD used his good looks for public relations and dating and wedding a rich older woman and went on to to become a comfortable actor while Funso Alabi later died of poverty. Most of the Nigerian women who knew him did not fall in love with him, because he had no fat bank account, no road-worthy car and his flat on Community Road in Akoka a semi-squalor in Lagos was not habitable during the rainy season when the Community Road is flooded. No Nigerian babe or lady was willing to wade through the flood to warm Funso Alabi's cold bed without a fat fee. And he had no jeep to carry them through the rugged and flooded road of his spartan life.

The hypocrites among them who are still single old girls in Christian Churches complain of not seeing husbands, but most of them are actually praying and searching for rich young men or rich older men to marry.

I have been a counselor and I can confirm the examples of the hypocrisy and falsehood of Nigerian women who pay lip service and eye service to love, but are actually whores in disguise.

One recently dumped my friend.
Because, my good friend who had a good degree refused an oil company job to risk his life as a writer in Lagos.

I know how to address and take care of them. Because if you are a very good actress, I am even a better director and I can direct any role she wants to play.

I write the script and direct the drama of life and I only take orders from God to whom judgement belongs to.

The world is of full of hypocrites, parasites and prostitutes and most of them are the female flock.

As Jesus Christ said, by the fruits you shall know them and not by what they confess or profess and not by their fancy dress.

I thank God for my confident looks, charisma and divine favours since my childhood. Because, I have had young and older Western women coming to look for me and visiting me and emloying me on major projects and anyway I know how to love women than most men and the women who need to be loved know how to find me and I must confess that I would have been a successful gigolo if not for my Christian vows.

Only White women believe more in love than Black women. Because in Nigeria love has a price-tag.

The amount of money I spent last month to visit a lonely Nigerian babe who wants to prove that she loves me is enough to give to a poor widow to start a GSM Telephone Call Centre and earn some good money to take care of her poor fatherless children. And I felt guilty whilst I visited this Nigerian babe, because I broke my golden rules just to make her happy. I agreed, because of the humility of my loving kindness and I obliged and crossing the sea, travelling by road and paying for where I lodged cost me some lump sum as I mentioned earlier.

No romance without finance.

Taking a babe or lady out on a date will cost you money and in Nigeria the bride price is not like the dowry in India and again the house rent for keeping a wife and starting a family will cost some good money. Otherwise date and marry a rich girl or sugar mummy like what most good looking and smart poor guys are doing.

God bless

Even she does not collect any money, your transport fares alone can even start a GSM Phonecall Centre.

I spent over N50,000 to visit a babe at the University of Benin last year.
When that money could have been spent on a seed grant to a group of poor widows in Nigeria.
May God forgive me.