It's women that decides if a relationship will hold or not. That's the only greatest advantage they have over men. Thanks to mother nature.

A woman will remain with you if she sees you as her crown. Though they are immature in deep matters and how to forge along, however, their inputs matters. Whichever way they turn to can make or mar a relationship.

That's why as a man, you need settle down and scrutinize the kind of woman you'll want to spend a long-term relationship with.

If she's not feeling you, she isn't. She has her reasons. Maybe sexual incompatibility. Maybe a change of decision. Maybe a better suitor. Maybe. Maybe.

You don't need to force or persuade her to start feeling something again.

If she's no longer interested there's nothing you can do. If you eventually succeed to beg her to come back, you'll end up being the only one in the relationship.

She has already stated her reason. At least she's fair and sincere enough.

I don't know her level of investment in the relationship. But a woman who has invested much in a relationship and truly loves her man will help him when problem arises rather than come up with nonsensical reasons. That's what relationship in the normal sense ought to be, but unfortunate that it has been bastardized by the cynics, the immature, and id!ots.

Bro, I know you've invested much in the relationship. But see it as a price you needed to pay to understand the content of the women you intend to marry.

She has made her decision. Let her be.

Take your L. And move on.

Thanks.

Good day, Mr Seun/Nairaland moderators.

I just received a message from a productive nairalander that he has been unable to log into his account since yesterday.

Just imagine being unable to celebrate Christmas with his virtual family.

Please, help look into this and notify us about the problem and incoming solution.

Thanks.

Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year.

Cc.
Justwise
mynd44.
mukina2
lordZOUGA
DisGuy
OAM4J
dominique
Rocktation
farano

Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year to all the chiefs and everyone in the house.

And to those "ogas" that are hiding their faces:

Pansophist
Ubunja
Ichidodo
Someonelsechild2
Smartb0y
Martinez39s
Nerostealth01
Tonnyray
Skepticus
Hedgefunds
Jeshal
Pukalolo
Saviolamemphix
Lordray
Adambeatz...

I'm still searching for them.

And to my sweet precious followers...you all are great.

Tensazangetsu20, I can see your doings and good info.
("I say make I put hand where you put hand, now hot water don burn me".

Well done, boss.

Thank you all for the mentions and encouragement.

chariisGRACE:
Merry Christmas to:

CaveAdullam
Pansophist

Same to you, chief.

And a prosperous new year ahead.

"Pansophist still dey sleep. He never wake up".

Thanks.

I have never seen a lean man with "man boobs".

Gynecomastia which is a result of hormonal imbalance is common among overweight men.

Dear friend, are you overweight?

If yes, you need to start an intensive exercise routine.

Only consider the need for surgery when a good exercise and diet plan fails. Meanwhile, you need to follow this tradition for 3 - 5 years.

Don't out of impatience, laziness, and ignorance offer yourself as a clinical specimen.

Thanks.

Life does happen.

Love is a thing that can jack you up one moment, and make you feel on top of the world because you're with someone who you think is your perfect match and your soulmate.

Then boom! Love takes you on a rollercoaster down the route of lamentations, pain, and tears because the one who prophesies love to you, your so-called soulmate isn't feeling the the vibe any longer.

Such is life.

You feel pained the most because you've invested much in her. Emotional support, comfort, financial support, morale, and intellectual support...all inside the drain. I know how you feel. It pains.

But such is life.

See your past relationship as a prerequisite for understanding a good relationship, identifying one from the onset, how to manage it, and how to know where the deviating lines cross to know whether to salvage or terminate it.

There are still many young women better than your ex-girlfriend. Just assume you've never dated before, and now entering into the dating market, however, with a repertoire of knowledge to help you navigate your path.

Calm your nerves. Let your mind be at rest.

Observe keenly this time around and take control of love. Now not where it leads you, but where you want it to go.

Go out. Give room for other women. The good ones that find you worthy and as their favorite choice will invest in the relationship and try to make every journey a memorable one.

And with time you'll forget about your ex.

Your ex-girlfriend is now in the past. Let it be so.

Time will fade her out of your memory only if you don't pray and wish her to come back.

And in the name of whatever you believe, if by chance she reaches an epiphany to come back, please, DON'T TAKE HER BACK! You are not a sanitary pad. Neither are you a trash bucket.

Let her go. You'll be fine.

Thanks.

Hedgefunds:


Thank You ...NL is back...

Loool.

At last "our mind don touch ground".

Welcome back o.

Hedgefunds:


Reason I ask, I have 2 cousins with same issue as Anthonia, And I almost wept after reading the Story...I know what they are going through.

Ouch.

Sorry to hear that.

With proper medical treatment, they can live well.

Well done.

Hedgefunds:


My boss, I hail ooh. Was the Anthonia issue real?

Anthonia.

Lol.

Since you're a senior man, I will not keep you in suspense.

Anthonia's story is fictional.

Winks.

Hedgefunds:


First to be here Boss

Senior man.

Well done, big chief.

I couldn’t sleep throughout that night.

My experience was not what I imagined. My quest for pleasure has landed me in a deep, dark pit.

I couldn’t find my way. I was lost.

I don’t believe in God. But at that moment between life and death, I could sense my inner man making piety and promises to a deity. All I wanted was help.

That night, it was cold. It rained all through. But the perspiration I was drenched in seemed as if I were putting on wet, washed clothes. Cascades of sweat were dripping from my armpits. My chest was a lake of sweat. Sweats were dripping from my groins, flowing through my thighs to the floor, where my shaking legs were positioned.

It was when I scratched my left thigh that I discovered that what covered my groin regions was my Tommy Hilfiger boxers. I remember quickly putting on a white polo shirt when the tragedy struck. I never knew it was mere imagination that I was wearing a trouser.

I and Anthonia grew up in the neighborhood of Adesuwa, in Benin City. It was close to the New Benin market. It is bubbling with various activities. Life in the city was exhilarating and humorous. Our neighborhood features all kinds of good, bad, and ugly situations. Adesuwa is a strong name in the city that has powerful traces of the Oba’s palace.

My family shares some similarities with Anthonia’s. The major difference is the complexion: my parents are dark, and Anthonia’s parents are light. Our fathers were ambitious bricklayers who struggled for clients during the day at Iyaro and had fun at the beer parlor every evening after work. Our mothers were petty traders along the market road.

We attended the same Oguola grammar school, which is not very far from our houses. We were in the same class too. Both of us find ourselves in the market to help our mothers after school. This was a routine that strengthened our bonds until people started calling us husband and wife. But as timid and naïve kids, we never knew what they meant. We were just living our lives.

It was during our common entrance registration that I discovered that Anthonia was 2 years older than me. We were of the same height and stature. We even looked like fraternal twins. I always claimed to be the boss and acted as boys ought to act in school and on the playground. I thought I was older than her, or at least in the same age category, but I was wrong. Immediately after that discovery, I made sure I hid my age from her.

As time passes, Anthonia begins to grow into a mature woman. I still can’t fathom how her maturity took place. Because it seemed she grew into an adolescent in a single night with nice curves at appropriate angles. She grew to become more beautiful. Her face shines like day.

In the beginning, I never had any feelings for her. We saw ourselves as normal “paddy paddy.” From afar, many thought we were siblings. We were partners in crime. Always scheming ways to steal our mothers’ biscuits and chocolates from the containers they stored and displayed in the market.

The first time I lusted over her body was when she was 17. That day was Friday, a public holiday. I woke up so excited, and in less than an hour, I was done with house chores. It was 8 a.m. My parents have already dispersed to their place of work. The only thing left for me was to eat and either play or have some rest. However, my legs were swift toward Anthonia’s house. The house was boring at that time. I couldn’t wait to eat. I dash to go meet Anthonia. When I arrived at their house, she was filling their large drum of water outside. Though this round of fetching filled the drum. She instructed me to wait for her outside as she went to fetch water for the last time. I obligated.

I sighted her from afar when she was coming, so I began to position myself to help bring down the bucket of water from her head. When she got close, I stood up. As I stretched my two hands to help her, she also supported the bucket with her hands. Unfortunately for her, her wrapper untied at the left side of her arm, where she had hooked it tightly.

The disappearance of the wrapper from her body tends to reduce the pace at which the bucket of water left her head to the ground. I stared from her apple-like breasts to her scarcely hairy pubic region carefully positioned between her sculpted curved thighs as I assisted her with the bucket to the ground, and when it finally landed, it was with the velocity of light that she wrapped herself back. I was dumbfounded. The only statement she made was, "C'mon, will you close your eyes? Small boy like you.”

That scene lasted in my memory for some days but later evaporated. Things were still normal for both of us.

Six months after that incident, Anthonia and her parents relocated to Warri. Before their departure, I overheard her mother telling my mother that her brother-in-law had just completed a big mansion in Warri town and insisted his younger brother, Oghene, Anthonia’s father, come to live with him. I felt pained. I will miss Anthonia and her family. We didn’t even bid each other farewell because the day they departed, I was in school.

Our lives continued in different spheres, unknown to each other.

But fate brought us back together. But instead of recreating childhood memories, it turned into hours of horror—a memory that will be the last to disappear from my mind.

I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw the beautiful pictures of Anthonia and her mother scattered throughout the timeline. I never doubted it. I knew it was Anthonia. My guess was right when I sent her a DM, and we began to familiarize ourselves. The last time we saw each other was 9 years ago.

She has grown into a mature woman and now owns a cosmetic shop. She was still based in Warri.

I was in my final year, 400L, studying political science when our paths crossed. And ever since that moment, our calls and chats have been long, like Mississippi. Those series of conversations led to infatuation and lust. I reminded her of the day her wrapper was untied, and now imagine having her body to myself. She laughed hysterically on the call.

A series of chats and calls led to an agreement on a date we would meet. She planned to come on Saturday and leave on Sunday morning. I was so glad to hear that because that Sunday was the eve of my final exams.

It was not because of women that I insisted on staying off campus, even though my parents insisted I stay in the school hostel. I wanted peace. I wanted my space. Notwithstanding, I fantasized about bringing women to my home.

The week that was pregnant with Anthonia’s arrival was filled with anxiety and hope. I deciphered ways to scheme my parents for extra funds so that I could be able to make her stay enjoyable. Friday night was the height of it. I prayed that the electricity supply would remain as it was because I knew that was the only disappointment I couldn’t handle as I didn’t have an alternative source of power and electricity.

Our chit-chat on Friday was abrupt. She gave her assurance that she was coming. I woke up at intervals all through the night to check the time. In the first interval, I woke up by 11 p.m., even though I had slept by 10 p.m. I woke up at 1 a.m., 4 a.m., and 5 a.m. subsequently. The last was at 7 a.m. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I had to add the final touches and start preparing a nice meal for her—white rice and beans and turkey stew.

I received a call from her by 8 a.m. She informed me that her bus just moved out of the park to Benin. I was glad to hear that. Immediately I dropped the phone, did 50 push-ups within seconds, and zoomed back to the kitchen.

By 10:30 a.m., she called again to say that she had landed at Ugbowo Motor Park and that I should come to pick her up. Within me, I screamed, “Yes, the hour has arrived!’’.

The transportation fare from where I was to her location was #100 using public transport. But the excited man in me boarded a cab to and fro, which ended in me spending #1200. I didn’t care either.

She was welcomed by the blended aroma from the kitchen and the morning freshener odor. She was in a trance for a few seconds when she finally entered.

Antonia was still as playful as in her juvenile days. We had long conversations about life and family. I told her about school. She told me about the life of a female entrepreneur. At that moment, I just wanted to marry her and be with her forever.

We ate. We played the Monopoly game. We fell into a deep sleep when we couldn’t continue with the Africa Magic movie. She woke up earlier than me and had her bath. I had my bath later, and I took her on a tour around some beautiful places in my surroundings. Our fun would have lasted past 9 p.m. if not for the change in weather. It started drizzling slowly; we quickly boarded a motorcycle that took us back to the house.

We resumed watching TV as we feasted on the barbecue beef and juice we prepared before leaving the house.

It was this time that I needed to act as a “sharp guy” and bold man. I drew closer to her; she was sitting beside me on my right side. I placed my right hand across her neck. Her hair smelled nice, and her body wasn’t only lustrous but perfumed.

I could hear the silent throbbing of my heart as I whispered words of romantic adulation into her ear canal. She acted timid. Her eyes were still fixed on the TV.

As I caressed her hair, I began to summon the courage to go further. I drew closer to her and closed the little gap between us. My right hand left her hair and traveled to her shirtless right arm. My palm grazed her skin, and my fingers massaged her pores, sending waves of erotic signals into her.

By this time, I had already gathered all my courage. Simultaneously, my left hand crept to the red button on the TV remote as my lips merged with hers in a profound kiss. She responded gently, as our lips were locked for seconds. In that position, she gradually relaxed her back on the long sofa chair we were sitting in.

I took her up after some time and pulled off her clothes. Lo, and behold, her magnificent breasts. It was much bigger and more rounded than the first time I saw them nine years ago. My left hand quickly unhooked her bra. I still don’t know how I learned that skill. Her boobs were set free; behold the wonders of nature.

I could hear her heartbeat. My lips were on her right nipple, while my left hand was on her head and my right hand was on her left breast. I was in a haste to fulfill my imagination. I noticed her right hand trying to unleash my pipe. I paused, stood up, and allowed her to unzip my trousers. We were both in our boxers now. She wanted to fall back to the chair, but I quickly held her, lifted her from the ground, and walked majestically to the bedroom.

A few seconds after we landed on the bed, she started shaking. At first, I thought she was lost in romance and enjoying the pre-intimacy. She became unresponsive as the shaking continued, and excitement departed from her face. She was now acting strange, and her face turned pale. Her pupils vanished from the center space in her eyes.

I tried calming her down. I ran to get her water, but she couldn’t drink it. It eventually spilled on the bed. I increased the speed of the standing fan and brought it closer to her. Yet her problem wasn’t repressed.

I have lost my erection this time. My d1ck strung like a polyethylene threw inside the fire. I was lost in confusion.

I touched her cheeks gently to restore her, but all to no avail. I kept asking her what was wrong but got no response. I was extremely nervous this time. I screamed for help, but the heavy thunderstorm and raindrops on the roofs of my neighbors obliterated every sound coming out of my room.

Anthonia was unconscious at this moment. Half naked on my bed. A stream of tears started rolling down my eyes. I thought of running away, but I remembered I had my final exams around the corner. I thought of bundling her to an unknown place, but I feared being caught. I was scared. I was lost. I was confused.

I quickly put on my shirt and ran to Tunde’s apartment. Luckily for me, I saw him bending the knob of his door as he proceeded to enter. I fell on my knee and begged him to come to my rescue. He was shocked and confused, like me. He asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t muster a coherent statement. I was stammering as I tried explaining. I was dragging him to my apartment as I find words to explain.

When he got inside my room, he was shocked. His eyes almost popped out of his head. He knelt, felt her pulse, and told me she was still alive but needed to be taken to the hospital immediately. We boarded for a bolt and, within 10 minutes, arrived at the scene. We both carried Anthonia to the nearest hospital.

At the hospital, I was screaming, lamenting, and cursing that day. My palms were locked on top my head which was shaking in regret. My eyes stared intermittently at Anthonia, hoping for her complete restoration. Within me, I have already canceled the intention of any sexual intercourse now and in the future.

Anthonia finally regained consciousness at 11 a.m. on Sunday. That was all I was praying for. I even forgot I had my final exams the next day.
She was diagnosed with generalized tonic-clonic (GTC) seizures. Later, I became ambivalent: happy for her convalescence but sad losing a lot of money to medical bills. She helped sort out some of the bills, though.

I scolded her for not informing me about her medical condition. She said she didn’t because if she had told me, I wouldn’t have allowed her into my home. And it has hindered her from having a genuine relationship. However, the seizure occurs once in a blue moon. I was enraged at that moment. But I had to keep it cool, and pitied her.

She was discharged from the hospital on Monday afternoon, spent the remaining part of that day in my house, and traveled back to Warri on Tuesday morning.

I’m still reevaluating a chance with Anthonia. It seems I love her and will take the risk to be with her. However, I am scared.

Now, I’m just hoping I got a good grade on my last examination because I wrote the exam based on layman’s ideas.

Cc. Hedgefunds, Tonnyray, et al.,

Hedgefunds:


First to be here Boss

Senior man.

Well done, chief.

Let me see if I can make it 25 harshest lessons:

Opening: we will all die. In the deepest part of our hearts, we know all these struggles aren't worth it. It all ends in death. But we must struggle.

Ok. Let's go:

1. Family background is a determinant of success. Success is ultra slim when you are raised in a poor household.

2. Time spent is time gone. Wasted time rolls with streams of tears and regrets.

3. At adulthood, love becomes conditional.
Your family still loves you deeply. However, love is now predicated on what you can do.

4. You'll always reminisce about childhood. Because the tales of adulthood aren't what you're currently experiencing.

5. Independence is expensive.

6. You'll always act like Patrov's dog when you are trying to find your feet.

7. You are at the mercy of the rich man when you are sitting down like Lazarus on his table.

8. As things get difficult for you, the distance between you and the people who say they love you expands.

9. When you are low and poor, you're deemed nothing. You are seen as a worthless fellow.

10. The metric for success in the eyes of the average man is luxury. You'll face bigger challenges when trying to pass your wisdom when you're poor.

11. The amount of respect accorded to you is status-inclined. That's average human for you.

12. Things don't always go as planned.

13. No matter how disciplined and faithful you are, when life wants to fvck you, it does so hard and at the worst and painful orifice.

14. You may be a victim of an attack or a victim of an offense not committed. You may be a victim of the recklessness of others. Your freedom is one luck away from.

15. Nobody is coming to help you.

16. If you want help in life, you must offer help to people.

Don't say you are too poor and empty. Leverage your poverty.

17. Poor people are irritants to the well-to-do.

Even if you are at the bottom of the hierarchy, don't abandon your life to it. Relaxation at the bottom is where the irritation oozes from.

18. Appearance matters. If you don't look presentable, beautiful, and appealing to the two naked eyes, you'll be treated poorly.

19. You become a pain in the ass if you always beg.

Do you want help? Offer your little help first.

20. You alone are on this track to your destination.

Others would love to help you had it been they didn't have any mission.

But life is a race. Everyone is on the track. So don't get upset when you don't hear from others.

21. It's the people you don't expect help from that will eventually emancipate you.

But you'll spend the whole of your time with people you are familiar with but will render little or no help.

22. No one is gonna teach you how to live life. You have to discover that for yourself.

23. Life is a jungle. You must acclimatize to the field to understand the ways of beasts and predators.

24. Those who fail to follow their guts live with regrets thereafter. Never fail to take the risk. However, be wise and pragmatic.

25. It takes extra time and work, and great difficulty to become a balanced man, a man of honor and integrity, a man of strength and valor, a man whose reputation echoes when being called.

If you want to become such a man, be ready to do the extraordinary. Be ready to walk in the dark. Be ready to walk alone. Be ready to walk a long boring distance.

Bonus:

26. Only you can sustain the fire burning inside of you. Don't get tired.

27. Success isn't guaranteed for anybody.

But you must be optimistic enough to make trials. You may not get what you want, however, will move from where you used to be.

28. It's faster to get your needs and satisfaction if you offer your soul on the altar of materialism and falsehood. It comes at a cost though.

29. Everybody talks about the truth. But they are under the covers of lies, treachery, betrayals, deceit, manipulations, and falsehood to fulfill their dreams.

Thanks.

HabitNow App looks promising.

Sweet features: reminder, notes, alarm. Above all, you can monitor your success.

This will be a big challenge for me because I'm used to mental notes. And I believe I should hold myself accountable sans an accountability app or partner.

Anyway, the new year calls for a great shift.

Kudos man.

iLegendd:
Great input. You write so well. Writing 20 books in 20 hours won't be a challenge to you. If you get stressed, you switch to ChatGPT.

Thanks.

You are the master.

You lead. We follow.

No jokes.

"abeg gimme me mentee ticket naw"

This is kinda funny.

In my mind: she want to quickly secure the bag should in case he didn't come out alive.

Anyway, this is a prove that nothing can stop both of them from getting married at that specific time. Both just want to prove their love for each other.

But there shouldn't be haste since they've known each other.

Happy married life, though.

Solid post.

I knew you were preparing something "hooge" when you were absent for some time.

We will have goals to fulfill till death. Knowing how to plan and set the right goals and placing mediums on achieving them is key to long-term happiness. All goals can't be fulfilled, but the ones we are able will be great contributions to mankind.

What stops the modern average man from achieving his goals is the basics of survival. They include food, shelter, constant electricity, and data.

Once these factors are present throughout learning and self-development, many will achieve their goals in a much quicker time than expected.

It will not be easy to pull along when you're still struggling with the basics. It creates hurdles, takes a large chunk of time to figure out, and keeps you distracted.
This is the cause of loss of morale and motivation after 2/3 months of relentless pursuit. At a point, you just break down and say "Fvck it". Then slowly, retract to your former position or remain stagnant.

Setting goals is important. But we must consider controllable factors that hinder us from achieving our goals. If these factors are fixed and optimized, moving onward will not be explicitly sleek, however, maneuvering will be easy.

It takes deliberate consciousness to write down goals. However, it takes great faith to remain firm when things get tougher in the process of achieving set goals.
Those with strong foundations + provisions will survive compared to those who have nothing.

If a rich man's son has the same goals as you and + the same attitude to hit the bull's eye, he will succeed and move faster than you that struggle for your basic needs.

Inevitable factors are there. They both limit and propel. But we must make do with what we have and in whatever positive way we can.

I have always had a mental note of my goals. Using this week to conclude the last part of the 2023 resolution. Insha Allah.

However, with the gleanings from this thread, I'm moved to convert mental notes into physical notes for 2024 goals.

PS: SideChick accountability app looks promising. Because you can have access to other accountable partners. So when your partner is absent, the app is present.

PS: Can no longer find SideChick app on play store.

So, I'm sticking to Productive Habit tracker.

HabitNow is my second choice.

Well done, ILegendd.

I know OP belongs to the camp of "it goes both ways. It's vice-versa. What's good for the goose is also good for the gander".

You all think that inter-sexual dynamics are words and synonyms. Anyway, your topic even proved it wrong.

Back in the hunter-gatherer's days exchange wasn't based on fiat. Here was how women benefitted from men and even up till today.

Being married or in a relationship:

1. Brings the woman respect from all and sundry. It separates her from the girls and puts her in the league of women regardless of her age.

2. Placed the woman on the same level as the man. A peasant girl can become a queen because of her marriage to a king.

3. Extends the hands of the man to her immediate and extended family. For protection and provision. Strongmen are a sought-after species of humans.

4. Protects the woman from danger and predators. That's why women don't like weak men. Because women are weak and need a stronger force - masculinity to protect them.

5. To help her do difficult work. Men can do all women's jobs. But not vice-versa.

So, if by chance she comes across difficult work, her husband or spouse is there to help her.

6. Family name. Women don't bear their husband's name for nothing. A name associated with status is an identity that sets her apart when she steps outside.

7. She can decide to be nothing. But having a man will grant most of her desires. You've heard of "stay-at-home mum or full-time housewife, right?"

8. Reproduction is expedient for both. However, a man can cater for a woman and her child. And not vice-versa, else, chaos in the family.

Even in the absence of money, the man ought to defend them. Thereby extending the lineage of the woman.

9. Men bear the burden of proof. There is hope that a man can become a recognizable force, and he must work hard because it's expedient for him.

It's not to prove society right, but that a man feels worthless when he is at the bottom of life - lacks power, authority, and resources.

Nobody expects anything tangible from women. Only let her be gentle, kind, and feminine. Unfortunately, these are characteristics of nice guys who are tortured by women and men.

Being with the man will compel him to do and become better, which benefits her too.

10. The presence of a man in a woman's life proves her feminine power. The woman who isn't able to "tame" a man is a woman who will suffer shame ridicule, and bullying.

Summarily: a woman can't be strong enough for herself. The man is her stronghold and defense.

Thanks.

CandidAdmin:
I agree with increasing the value of Nigerian goods.

However, is there another way to achieve this without increasing prices considering the economy?

Waiting for a response iLegendd

Increasing the price of any product only works in a monopolistic market. That's why Aliko Dangote is the king of the cement industry in Nigeria.

Give other producers of cement license to make cement and see the current price drops down in a two-week market window. You'll also see an increase in quantity and quality.

Give licenses to modular refineries and see that the cost of producing fuel is not as Dangote posits in his books.

The market is all about competition. The goal of all manufacturers is to make profits. Increasing your price only drives consumers away to where the price is cheaper. And you'll lose if that price meets quality.

iLegendd:
Stripped Nâked Once and for All — She Came to Defend Them [Picture]

This matter tie wrapper, but make we strip am nâked once and for all.

I made a post yesterday complaining about fake Hollandia yoghurt. Someone said I'm de-markerting the company.

Another commenter came to my defence and said:



Another commenter, a lady, got upset because he is blaming it on innocent Aba boys, so she replied him with:



I like the fact that she came to defend her people and here is my reply to the situation of we Nigerians looking down on our local products, why it happens, and the solution to it.

This mentality is because made in Nigeria are good, but inexpensive. Nigerians equate it to low quality.

Even though most Nigerians can only afford low quality products, we don't like things we buy to be perceived as low quality or inferior to what rich Nigerians are using and posting on social media.

To psychologically make Nigerians prefer Nigerian products just as most Nigerians prefer Nigerian electric cables and Nigerian music over other countries, MAKE IT EXPENSIVE AND UNAFFORDABLE FOR NIGERIANS FOR AT LEAST 5-10 YEARS.

There was a time Makossa and American music were forced on us and Awilo Longomba and co. were legends in Nigeria even though we didn't understand 98% of what he was saying.

Why did we accept it?

1. The rhythm (danceable and foreign/new and it's fun)
2. The erótic videos/naughty dances (arousing — lots of big ass wearing tight leggings shaking in some of his videos — men love this.)
3. And the FORCE (aggressive marketing)

The reason we respect our musicians today is because of (similar traits) the rhythm, the fun and the innuendos, but most especially the money they make per show and how the rest of the world has accepted them.

Normally, most Nigerians see who speaks pidgin English regularly as uneducated, broke, and inferior.

But since rich guys, men and rich children like Cuppy, Davido and co. who were born in the US speak pidgin at any given opportunity, they've attached respect and value to such humility.

Even international interviews, Burna Boy, David, Wiz, etc. will say one or two things in pidgin and you'll see interviewers blushing or smiling.

Now, Nigerians see those rich people who are comfortable speaking pidgin anywhere in the world as humble and smart. You see, something we used to dislike, now we love it.

The reprogramming is: if a rich and expensive-looking person could speak pidgin with confidence and doesn't care what anyone thinks, then it's worth it, so I can speak it too.

This is exactly what Nigerian product manufacturers should do. Make Nigerian products more expensive than the foreign ones with the reason that the Nigerian one has better quality and more durable.

With this, we'll keep buying the foreign and cheap ones, but when a Nigerian pulls up with a Made In Nigeria car or product, everybody will be murmuring "Oppression oppression. This guy get money o. Him dey drive Innoson. Chaii God when?"

When you pull out with a branded shoe by Emeka Int'l Shoe, they'll say, "Omoh, see the shoe this guy dey wear — this shoe fit buy you two Toyota Camry, but one person dey wear am for leg. Chai! God when o!"

It's not about the product, but the value you placed on it. Italians place so much value on their shoes, cars, clothes, etc.

The Germans placed so much value on their guns. The Japanese place so much value on their vehicles and accessories. Americans, the the same.

The only thing Nigerians placed so much value on about Nigeria is Nigerian doctors, Nigerian music, Nigerian jollof, Nigerian mom and Nigerian electric cable. Every other thing, we look down on them.

To change this mindset of looking down on our things is to make them expensive, flashy, and unaffordable, then find a way to sell it to whites and Asians.

The moment we see foreigners and only rich Nigerians rocking our Naija products we can't afford, we'll immediately place value on it.

Every poor Nigerian wants to use what foreigners and rich Nigerians use so that they can look rich.

Example: iPhone, Apple devices, Tesla, Mercedes, etc.

Most Nigerians are comfortable looking rich even though they're swimming in poverty. It's sad, but the truth.

This is why I like people like VeryDarkMan who doesn't care about looking rich. He doesn't need validation.

I remember I'm one of those people who used to think pidgin is for the uneducated. I was shocked my when my girl, at the time, an Asian girl, always beg me to speak pidgin when I'm talking to her so that she'll learn, but I refused.

Guess what? When my Naija flatmates are talking in the living room, she'll go sit in their midst just to enjoy their sweet accents and pidgin.

I didn't know something I wasn't proud of (because I was brainwashed into seeing pidgin as something for the uneducated) is actually what this beautiful and rich girl was dying to learn.

Since then, I realized slavery is mental — we just need mass reprogramming of the youths.

We are the ones keeping ourselves from growing. We are waiting for foreigners to approve our things first before we can say, "Okay, foreigners have approved and validated it to be good, so it's good now."

The moment we approve our things by ourselves and FORCE it down foreigners' throat just the same way America is forcing every nation to allow their men bend their fellow men, the better.

If America could force something that bad on everyone, why can't we accept our products, then force it down on everyone's throat just as we're doing with music?

See, it's all about reprogramming the youth with aggressive marketing. I bet you, there is a certain music you don't like, but TikTok, radio, people around you, or TV forced it on you and today it's stuck in your head and it's among your favourite songs. Exactly! Na so e suppose be.

Note: It's not about forcing people to buy, but making it appear larger than life, expensive, flashy, trendy, global, but only rich people can afford it.

Burna Boy is an example of someone who carries himself as LARGER THAN LIFE and I love it.

This is the approach we need to use in promoting our goods. You can't act timid or inferior and want to convince anyone.

On the other hand, Tuface Idibia uses the humility approach to get what he wants, but to make Nigeria great, the Burna's approach is the better option. That is what most influential countries use.

In this digital age, there are more poor people online and they can be influenced easily.

Rich foreigners and Nigerians posting videos of themselve rocking Nigerian products that are way too expensive will help in reprogramming the youth to work so hard to buy that Naija product because it's being portrayed as cool and rich.

I'm always happy when I see Naija made clothes female celebrities wear to red carpets and they tag the price as 120 million. E dey sweet me.

I know it costs $500 or less to produce, but the maker feels the time spent to make it is 120 million. These people have started the reprogramming and I LOVE IT.

One small Italian man will run to China, design a watch for $50, produce only 20 (and call it limited edition) register a brand with a French or an Italian name to make it sound cool, then slam it a price of $170 million.

They give 5 for free to 5 famous celebrities from different countries as a gift. Now, they start promoting it aggressively as they brag that it a limited edition and only Jay-Z, Davido, Obama, this and that have it and only 7 left and out of these 7, 5 have already been bought by some unnamed celebrities and ready to be shipped.

Immediately, Hushpuppy will want one from prison and before he could get it, Mopha has already bought the remaining two for $240 million, then comes online to flaunt it and oppress you and Hush.

The Chinese company that manufactured it for $50 will just be by the side laughing to the bank as they receive extra alert from the Italian brain behind the brand.

If the brand refuses to comply with the Chinese manufacturer, that same company or another Chinese company will start producing the fake version and selling it for $69 on AliExpress.

The truth is, it's not fake, the quality was just reduced a little bit because it will now cost them only $10 to produce one this time around.

Chinese people don't like suing foreign companies — they'll just flood the market with exact replica of that product. After all, the original version is Made In China, but in the body, it will bear Italy.

Portable's manager, Blessing CEO, some Nigerian and American celebrities, etc. will order it from Alibaba and flaunt it on social media. Fight will erupt between their fans and haters on its originality.

All these manipulation is to keep poor people busy online fighting as they watch rich people flaunt branded and expensive products.

The rich will keep manipulating everyone and they'll keep getting richer. You think Séun feels bad people are fighting on Nairaland? No. It's called engagement and it's what generates money.

When these poor people make money, they would IMMEDIATELY want to purchase these brands they've been brainwashed with as something for the rich and famous to FEEL respected too. The game is about FEELINGS.

If you can control your feelings, you can control anything and you'll be wealthy. Sadly, feelings is the hardest thing for most to control.

So, you don blow, now na your turn to splash on those expensive brands.

In no time, another brand will come up with a more expensive item or the old brand you're attached to will manufacture a better version with a bigger pricetag and the cycle continues.

You'll keep buying that product because you're emotionally invested in the brand because of the prestige it accords you.

In summary, Nigerian manufacturers should manufacture quality products and make it unaffordable for some years why doing aggressive global marketing just like the music industry is doing.

Some Nigerian music I know today, the first time I heard them were from an Oyibo's mouth on TikTok. Let's do the same for our products.

Let's force the drink on foreigners (as Awilo did to us) and with time, stubborn Nigerians who refused to like Nigerian products will open their mouth to get a sip because everyone globally is sipping it.

Even the oversabi classy Naija girls that don't speak pidgin are dancing to Naija pidgin songs. Why? They've been forced to. Them no get choice.

A time will come when they'll be fully converted and won't need to be manipulated into loving their own — they'll be bragging about it as they currently do with Nigerian music.

Go online and you'll see Nigerians bragging about having the best music, dance, jollof and cable in Africa and in the world.

Mehn! Nigerians are so arrogant when they succeed, but timid when things haven't materialized.

So, Nigerian manufacturers, this is for you. It's time to reprogram the youth because if you don't do it, other countries will do it and make the younger generation like only foreign products, foreign football, foreign movies, foreign women, etc. In fact, if the condom they want to wear isn't foreign, they'll think it will burst.

It's not totally inferiority complex, but total manipulation by other countries (especially America and Italy). They manipulate you into loving their products as original and regard yours as knock-off.

Last last, most of the current luxury brands are produced in China, but branded and owned by a non-Chinese.

So, to that lady, you have a point for defending Aba people. To the person you quoted, he also has a point for calling Aba people because you know they do it more than others, but this isn't a prerogative to label or make them feel like counterfeiters.

To Aba people, make you try apply the tips on this post in your business. I know you people are wise, but it's time to be wiser.

1. I disagree with your hypotheses. It's wrong.

However, I understand your point: you see the appreciation and demand for goods based on status.

2. Of course, luxury matters to humans.

It signifies high status: rich and powerful.

Hence, the average human will want to have what the rich want. And when they've all got this luxury, it becomes a common thing; the rich get upset and move to another. And the cycle continues.

3. However, the market doesn't work based on status. If it were so, there wouldn't be many different brands with their different products.

The hypothesis you're posing is only possible in a communist state. Doing so will limit the utility of scarce resources and create a monopolistic market that will be used by manufacturers to serve the rich.

It will create stagnancy and little to no economic innovations.

By extension, you're breeding more bureaucrats and making it possible for businesses to be owned by (corrupt) politicians and their likes. Because they have access to plenty of power and money.

4. Whether the cost of production is low and you're going to use an advert to promote it and sell it at a high price doesn't matter.

The fact is that your product is only for the rich. This can lead to the exploitation of the rich, waste of funds, and mismanagement of scarce resources.

5. The essence of every manufacturer is to make maximum profits. This is possible by making quality products + at a cheaper price affordable to all + on a macro-scale.

That's why Toyota has the highest car sales compared to Porsche, Lamborghini, Bentley, Benz, etc. Ditto for Tecno compared to iPhones in the African market.

6. When the price of your commodity is high, people will look for alternatives. And that's where the free market comes in place.

It comes down to efficiency, functionality, and quality. If your competitors can deliver on that, they will have more customers which leads to more sales and profits.

7. That's why foreign goods are in demand by the locals. Your advert will announce you for a transient time. But it's the quality of your products that will keep them in the mouths of consumers.

8. So, instead of advising local manufacturers to increase the price of their products which is very bad advice in a free market, tell them to make their goods rank in a similar standard to their counterparts. Because your competitors are active.

Or better still, focus on comparative advantage to boost your economy.

9. Government support and policies also play a bigger role in the growth, development, and sustenance of local industries. Where there's none, they will remain as infant and grow slowly.

Even if the government is harsh on imports and expatriates, you'll still see the locals preferring them. It's about quality standards at the end.

Thanks.

luminouz:


Baba Cave, I dey gallant o.

Na you dey bother to reply them na. I don't bother to explain because they don't wanna learn but to just attack and rant. So I prod and goad them and BOOM, they yell and scream while I sit back and laugh my head off. It's entertaining really, you should try it.

You're very wicked.

Further response is for the sake of readers.

Left for me I can't argue with people whose IQ isn't more than the maximum hours of the day.

Well done, chief.

luminouz:


Why you dey reply that small chicken. The day I saw her picture was when I knew I was interacting with a toddler. NL sha.
She is not interested in what you have to say but to argue blindly. I think these girls need to get laid. Their aggression is off the charts these days.🙂

I saw her "mumu" game already.

They disagree with a post. Fine.

But where are their rebuttals? None.

The funny thing is that they don't understand the post. Not at all. But just feel like talking.

Someone who understands your post and disagrees will come up with good rebuttals to counter each point.

My reply was to add more points and clarification. Yet she couldn't get it.

Turn off was when she said, "I should define boring".

You can imagine.

They continually prove everything said about women daily in an attempt to prove themselves different.

"How far, Lumi?"

Hedgefunds:


It everywhere ooh...DM me before New year

No matter, chief.

Much appreciation.

Hedgefunds:


@CaveAdullam long time....how is it going...Hope you're preparing for xmas.

"Christmas ke".

Looool.

"Well. I'm fine. But babablu don tie rope for my neck".

Magnoliaa:


Define 'boring.'

I don't know what made you think I could fall for this your back and forth.

Baby, today is Friday.

You owe yourself and your man some exciting engagements. Go start preparing.

"Like this, like this, I wan go find woman and catch fun".

Winks.

Willokafor:
Nigga I salute u, did you write this long epistle by yourself or you copied and paste

I have better content than this. You can check my profile.

The average Nigerian, like you, is always perplexed + becomes cynical when they come across unfamiliar contents or innovations.

I know the reason. The average Nigerian is dumb and has a low IQ. Recent IQ data has it that the average Black IQ has depleted from 85 - 65. Which is far from the average of 100.

By the way, about 3 years ago, I was cross-checked by a group of people like you for plagiarism. They found none.

You can carry out your investigation. But take note of the timestamps in case someone has "copied and pasted" on other platforms like they always do.

Your applause isn't genuine. Anyway, I appreciate it.

Thanks.

Magnoliaa:
And the title made it seem as if being 'boring' is an intrinsic/follow come/natural part of a woman.

So it is not that women are boring, but that they are boring to you or they find you boring or you you find women boring.

Reasons that are simply out of anyone's 'control'.

Anyway.

Women are boring.

And that doesn't mean that women are not expressive.

Because women deal more with people. Men deal more with things. It's nuanced.

It's trained women like therapists, nurses, doctors, psychologists, teachers, etc. that are very expressive. The average woman isn't.

Women are boring because they can't stimulate and sustain conversations and interactions.

Women are highly expressive in places where you find men. Examples: clubs, stadiums, etc.

Women are selective when it comes to people. Despite women's interest in people, they are less empathic or reserve their empathy for close allies. Unlike men who demonstrate empathy on a broader scale and are more sacrificial.

Being an interesting person has to do with a high level of empathy. Women are narcissistic; narcissistic people can't be empathic. Because they want attraction towards them. And those that seek attraction rather than give it tend to be boring.

Summarily: women are only interested in people who are interested in them. Men are interested in friends and strangers. Hence, hardly an average man steps out without whispering some romantic lyrics to a woman he hasn't seen in his life. For this to happen with women there must be an established form of familiarity.

Thanks.

Why (Nigerian) women are boring:

https://www.nairaland.com/7934750/reasons-why-nigerian-women-boring

This is a response to this thread:https://www.nairaland.com/7934513/been-meeting-wrong-ladies-it

My first response: https://www.nairaland.com/7934513/been-meeting-wrong-ladies-it/1#127376013

Surprise. Surprise: This thread has a bonus point.

All (Nigerian) men have experienced this phenomenon. Except those that are strictly introverted or haven't requested a date.

There are plenty of factors underlying the unresponsiveness of women. Factors can emanate from you or them.

1. Women are more open and emotional to men closer to them. Proximity is how you get the better side of women + become aware of their dark sides.

Before a woman can travel from point A to point B to see you through a long distance you must have first created that emotional attachment.

But why do women travel long distances to meet strangers?

This is based on economies. They do it because of money. A prostitute can't become emotionally attached to her client. If there exists any, it is a facade. By the way, prostitutes have men they love genuinely + freely fvck them.

The evolutionary background: women by nature are weak. They need strong men to provide for them and protect them. A stranger can't be trustworthy. Only men in their community will they submit to because they've known over time.

Sex to women is more of security than pleasure. Sex for men is more of pleasures and ego - the boast of a harem.

So prostitutes are because of the money. Because if there is an availability of men to pay their bills and fulfill all their sincere and nonsensical fantasies, prostitution will be non-existent.

Therefore, in rich and developed nations, women engaged in romance for the sake of romance, love, and emotional attachment.
While in poor and underdeveloped nations women leverage romance to upgrade their socio-economic status and creep out of poverty and deprivation.

2. She might be in a relationship.

3. She's in a tarrying bad mood. And can't willingly share with you because you are a stranger. With time she may. But as a man, you'll become impatient because by nature you're not programmed to wait and beg for sex. You just want to hit and move to the next.

4. She doesn't like you. Every woman has a man they like or fantasize about. If you are not up to that standard they will ignore you.

5. Appearance. Your looks may not be ranked as acceptable. Using that metric, they set you aside and wouldn't want you to bother them.

6. Absence of flamboyance at first meet.

Women are emotional. So they can easily be cajoled by the presence of flashiness. This again is due to their desire for security. That's why celebrities can score many women + have multiple baby mamas at will.

If you don't express or show flamboyance women won't take you seriously.

Only well-trained women who are self-conscious and disciplined follow a man due to his ambitions, character, and intelligence. These women are the outliers.

7. It's a mind game. Women don't want to appear cheap. So they'll play the delayed and boring game till they know if you are genuine or not. They don't want to feel cheap.

8. Other men are on the radar. Some of these men are 10 times better than you. Some of these men you are 10 times better than.

This trooping of men of all ages and categories is the pleasure of all women. Some of the men are making bidding you can't or haven't. They fill her with hopes and promises. Her DM and privacy are a cluster of men persuading her into a romantic relationship.

Don't expect her to leave them for you easily. You are not the first. And more are behind you.

9. They want a long stream of persuasions and promises before they accept your proposal. Until you do this they will continue to remain boring.

10. Even though the average woman is slightly more intelligent than the average man, one can observe that women don't bother themselves with meaningful topics or engage in mentally stimulating discourse.

Because women dwell on the material and emotional realm. Like the average person, gratification must be instant and easy.

These women are boring because they lack exposure. What they know comprises of media gossip and frivolous demands of men.

Women are more concerned about sexual and relationship talks because that's where their power resides.

From the above factors, the only one you have control over is your appearance. So, before you step out look good, smell nice, and talk well. Be happy and jovial. Be humorous and social. Whether they accept or reject you becomes none of your business. Just do your part.

Getting women is a game of numbers. The more you step out and interact, the more women you'll encounter and get hooked by a number of them.

Meanwhile, as a man, you must go for a woman who likes you genuinely. These women you don't need to cajole or convince. They just like you + want to be in love with you. They will make you wish and pray for an eternal romantic relationship.

Have you seen secondary and university lovers? That's what I'm talking about. Genuine love.

Thanks.

All (Nigerian) men have experienced this phenomenon. Except those that are strictly introverted or haven't requested a date.

There are plenty of factors underlying the unresponsiveness of women. Factors can emanate from you or them.

1. Women are more open and emotional to men closer to them. Proximity is how you get the better side of women + become aware of their dark sides.

Before a woman can travel from point A to point B to see you through a long distance you must have first created that emotional attachment.

But why do women travel long distances to meet strangers?

This is based on economies. They do it because of money. A prostitute can't become emotionally attached to her client. If there exists any, it is a facade. By the way, prostitutes have men they love genuinely + freely fvck them.

The evolutionary background: women by nature are weak. They need strong men to provide for them and protect them. A stranger can't be trustworthy. Only men in their community will they submit to because they've known over time.

Sex to women is more of security than pleasure. Sex for men is more of pleasures and ego - the boast of a harem.

So prostitutes are because of the money. Because if there is an availability of men to pay their bills and fulfill all their sincere and nonsensical fantasies, prostitution will be non-existent.

Therefore, in rich and developed nations, women engaged in romance for the sake of romance, love, and emotional attachment.
While in poor and underdeveloped nations women leverage romance to upgrade their socio-economic status and creep out of poverty and deprivation.

2. She might be in a relationship.

3. She's in a tarrying bad mood. And can't willingly share with you because you are a stranger. With time she may. But as a man, you'll become impatient because by nature you're not programmed to wait and beg for sex. You just want to hit and move to the next.

4. She doesn't like you. Every woman has a man they like or fantasize about. If you are not up to that standard they will ignore you.

5. Appearance. Your looks may not be ranked as acceptable. Using that metric, they set you aside and wouldn't want you to bother them.

6. Absence of flamboyance at first meet.

Women are emotional. So they can easily be cajoled by the presence of flashiness. This again is due to their desire for security. That's why celebrities can score many women + have multiple baby mamas at will.

If you don't express or show flamboyance women won't take you seriously.

Only well-trained women who are self-conscious and disciplined follow a man due to his ambitions, character, and intelligence. These women are the outliers.

7. It's a mind game. Women don't want to appear cheap. So they'll play the delayed and boring game till they know if you are genuine or not. They don't want to feel cheap.

8. Other men are on the radar. Some of these men are 10 times better than you. Some of these men you are 10 times better than.

This trooping of men of all ages and categories is the pleasure of all women. Some of the men are making bidding you can't or haven't. They fill her with hopes and promises. Her DM and privacy are a cluster of men persuading her into a romantic relationship.

Don't expect her to leave them for you easily. You are not the first. And more are behind you.

9. They want a long stream of persuasions and promises before they accept your proposal. Until you do this they will continue to remain boring.

From the above factors, the only one you have control over is your appearance. So, before you step out look good, smell nice, and talk well. Be happy and jovial. Be humorous and social. Whether they accept or reject you becomes none of your business. Just do your part.

Getting women is a game of numbers. The more you step out and interact, the more women you'll encounter and get hooked by a number of them.

Meanwhile, as a man, you must go for a woman who likes you genuinely. These women you don't need to cajole or convince. They just like you + want to be in love with you. They will make you wish and pray for an eternal romantic relationship.

Have you seen secondary and university lovers? That's what I'm talking about. Genuine love.

Thanks.

pansophist:


It is still actually free. There are exceptions to such payments. The payments are mostly aimed at folks from the developed world, and those who are working.

So if your location is anywhere in a lower-income country (like most of Africa), it will be waved. I know a Nigerian girl there. Also, you can start studying before paying, and you will get the opportunity to meet other students there who don't pay and ask.

But the payment that everyone must pay is the one-time application fee which is 60 USD.

CC: kaeycea

Please, boss, help us confirm with the Nigerian girl if there are other payments aside from the $60 application fee.

pansophist:


It is still actually free. There are exceptions to such payments. The payments are mostly aimed at folks from the developed world, and those who are working.

So if your location is anywhere in a lower-income country (like most of Africa), it will be waved. I know a Nigerian girl there. Also, you can start studying before paying, and you will get the opportunity to meet other students there who don't pay and ask.

But the payment that everyone must pay is the one-time application fee which is 60 USD.

CC: kaeycea

Let me further my investigations then. And register ASAP.

Thanks, big chief.

PS: Three Tanzanian-like Ukwus will locate you before and after Christmas.