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tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.
You're still young and nevet ready to be in a seriouse relationship for now, just say the truth
At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

you're still young and never ready to be in serious relationship , stop this flimsy excuse

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

You acted childishly. When I got married, I changed my wife's name to what I liked. She bears Yetunde (Grandma has returned) I don't like such name, she now bears Iretunde ( good things are around) . During changing of name, you can always add a beautiful Igbo name or names to be the official names.

So, go and pick your girl because you could be throwing a rare gem into the dustbin over a simple matter.

Makapounse:
you're still young and never ready to be in serious relationship , stop this flimsy excuse

lol, I am not that young. 4th flour.

dauntless15:
That's just buojee people, and they exist yea but my argument here is not bearing your native name or speaking your mother tongue doesn't mean you denounce your ethnicity.

Alright.

Funny responses. @Op please don't bother yourself on whether you did the right thing or not. I am in a group where one of the participants, who is Asian but born in America, unapologetically told us all that her family still proudly sacrifices animals to the gods for protection and she is not ready to abandon that practice to save the animals.

And here we are debating on whether a woman who literally abandoned her entire identity is right or wrong.

How reasonable is this write-up? Most we post every Tom and Harry story.

It also disgusts me for some reason, you are not the only one

MightySparrow:
You acted childishly. When I got married, I changed my wife's name to what I liked. She bears Yetunde (Grandma has returned) I don't like such name, she now bears Iretunde ( good things are around) . During changing of name, you can always add a beautiful Igbo name or names to be the official names.

So, go and pick your girl because you could be throwing a rare gem into the dustbin over a simple matter.

So she will accept just like that abi
I want a wife that will allow me to lirerally re-name her
God when??

You could have tried to explain this to her first before making your decision

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.



At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

Wonderful decision u had made.
Our native names bear much better meaning than some of this English names we choose to give our children. This is the reason why I choose not conduct infinite baptizing for children, cos the church will force u to give ur child one English name.
Thank God, my wife is an understanding person, so all my children bears the native name as first name and that what people call them.

kingthreat:
Oh so he should marry anyone he is not comfortable with so he will later divorce? Come on, let him find who doesn't have issues he considers as red flags.

he never ready to mary

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

a girl who changed her identity and name and heritage is not just a blind woke feminist but will change her man and her last name sooner.

Her world is made of cartoons and western movies

Are realities are feminist delusions and deceit and she has no honour or principle and believes in nothing other than her own feelings.

She's a disaster waiting

tobeezman:
Not at all! If she was yoruba and she is proud of her yoruba name and heritage, I will not ghost her. I will choose a yoruba lady that bears "Kemi Joy Adeyeye" to "Joy Peters". I don't know how best to explain this.

Well, that's you. Your former president bore Goodluck Jonathan and ruled you. You have left the substance and you are chasing shadows. Instead of you to draw closer and know why she is not very conversant with her roots, you immediately judged and sentenced her. She might even be an answered prayer dismissed by you hastily with the wave of a hand. I for example speak Igbo perfectly, I am proud of my root but I bear English surname, have an igbo middle name but an English first name. At the end we will count achievements on earth. B-lord bears English names throughout but he might be more popular than you in that your Igbo space. Just take it easy with your judgemental dispositions.

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

This is bullshit_

Nonsense

tobeezman:
Not at all! If she was yoruba and she is proud of her yoruba name and heritage, I will not ghost her. I will choose a yoruba lady that bears "Kemi Joy Adeyeye" to "Joy Peters". I don't know how best to explain this.

I understand you Bro... I do tell people, if I have 200 children on planet earth... None will bear any English name asides Yorubas.

SpencerForbes:
You're chasing perfection, but let's be real, we're all works in progress - guys and gals alike. If you're holding out for that flawless Igbo babe who's smart and checks every box, you might be waiting a while.

So, are you saying if you meet a chill, caring, intelligent lady, you'd pass just because she's Yoruba? Sounds like there's more to the story, or maybe you just didn’t like her.
🚶‍♂️

No he didn't say such, if she's a Yoruba he would have know from beginning. But his anger here is that the girl in question is denying her heritage which is where he came from.

Gotocourt:
Westernization, I don't like parents forcing kids to only speak English and abandon their native tongue 🤷🏿

It's more about refusing to teach them their native language than forcing them to speak English.

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

YOU'RE NOT READY FOR A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP SIR

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

Bravo. I love what you did. What if I tell some people that this is one of the reasons why we always lose our identity, value and chase after the white people for validation. No wonder we always look up to them to save us. What a black person’s mindset.

tobeezman:
I met this fine geh at a tech event in Lagos.
Before the event started, we had a little chit-chat and mehn, she was exactly my type. Beautiful, intelligent, confident, and we just clicked. You know that kind of connection that feels like you’ve known someone for years? Yeah, that was it.

Throughout the event, we kept vibing, laughing at the same jokes, sharing ideas, everything just aligned.

At the end, I asked for her name she said Linda.
Cool name.

Then I asked where she was from, she said Anambra.
My eyes lit up. I’m from Anambra too!

So I got curious and asked, “What village?”
She mentioned it and boom, it’s in the same local government as mine. I was like, “This is fate.”

Everything was lining up perfectly.
She was single, I’m single, we shared interests, goals, and background… until one tiny moment changed everything.

She gave me her business card and I didn’t see a single Igbo name on it.
Both her first and last names were English.

When I got home, I texted her, I asked, gently, “Don’t you have an Igbo name?”

Her reply?

“I don’t like my Igbo name, and I don’t like speaking Igbo either.”

That one message drained everything I felt for her.
Instantly.

It wasn’t about tribal pride or anything dramatic, it was just the realization that we might see identity differently.
Because for me, being Igbo isn’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am. It’s the rhythm in my thoughts, the tone in my laughter, the root of my values.

And when someone rejects that part of themselves, it feels like they’ve rejected a part of me too.

So yeah… I ghosted her.
Not because she wasn’t amazing, but because something in me went cold.

Nwanne, biko kee mmanya Ị na aṅụ ka m zụtara gi?

You acted exactly like me 🤝

DrChukki:
Nwanne, biko kee mmanya Ị na aṅụ ka m zụtara gi?

You acted exactly like me 🤝

Budweiser
Thanks. I have no regrets for taking that action.

DelilahMakinde:
Okay.

Your secret yaf open. You’re the tech babe😂

tobeezman:
How can I not be serious at my current age? I am very serious and I just gave the summary of the full story. I don't think i left any important details out of the story. Me wey be say if i see serious person today, i go marry her before January. I would have married her this year if not for that "red flag" that others might not read any meaning to or practically ignore. There are little details that I don't just ignore.

You need babe right? Make I match-make one responsible babe for you. I see you as a serious person. If you’re ready, you can mail me

thomas2024:
You need babe right? Make I match-make one responsible babe for you. I see you as a serious person. If you’re ready, you can mail me

You wan use me compensate your ex wey you scatter her heart okwa ya??

tobeezman:
You wan use me compensate your ex wey you scatter her heart okwa ya??

lol😂 But to be sincere, this is not about my ex. The person I’m talking about is a relative like that, a responsible babe that I can vouch for. No scam zone ooo. If you’re ready, mail me, I’ll connect you together. You can call her on WhatsApp video call, and if she’s your type, especially when you eventually click, na 100 yam you go personally deliver to me ooo😂

thomas2024:
lol😂 But to be sincere, this is not about my ex. The person I’m talking about is a relative like that, a responsible babe that I can vouch for. No scam zone ooo. If you’re ready, mail me, I’ll connect you together. You can call her on WhatsApp video call, and if she’s your type, especially when you eventually click, na 100 yam you go personally deliver to me ooo😂

lol 100 tubers of yam is not a problem, I can even double it with Joy. Make I see her first, If I like her na small thing. no pretense, Where is she from sef?

tobeezman:
lol 100 tubers of yam is not a problem, I can even double it with Joy. Make I see her first, If I like her na small thing. no pretense, Where is she from sef?

She is a Yoruba, from Ondo State.

thomas2024:
She is a Yoruba, from Ondo State.

Okay, I have good friends from Ondo state.

tobeezman:
Okay, I have good friends from Ondo state.

You can mail me then. I’ll inform her beforehand…

thomas2024:
You can mail me then. I’ll inform her beforehand…

lol
I don mail you.

tobeezman:
lol
I don mail you.

Noted. I’ve responded.