Thread by @fimiletoks

Away from politics for a moment..

Relationships and lessons learnt in my entire journey in life.
I still believe that the best place to find a partner is in the university..simple life, no pressure, no hassles, no financial considerations just pure spirit.

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When a man or a lady steps into the real world, after University or higher education, the scenario changes. Too many considerations and it becomes a game..like Baba Ijebu..you fit win, you fit lose, total loss or partial loss.

For most people it's 'let me just pick one'

Apologies for using 'university' instead of higher institution.

Being conversant with a lady for a period of 5 years in a higher institution is more than enough to form an opinion and make a good choice. This outside world na yawa..
Where do you live? Where do you work?

How much is your salary? I can't live on the mainland, we need a good apartment
I can't relocate to Lagos, we need to go on holiday.
Issues upon issues for most men and women. These issues will ultimately shape the opinion and possibly skew it. Old age sef dey..societal pressure

I had posted this story on my facebook page, let me share it here. Many people will judge me though but I learnt a valuable lesson in life that whatever journey I take in life, I must quickly develop myself and become great else I will find it hard to attract the right people..

One of the reasons why I don't joke with my physical appearance. Faworaja..at least confuse them first.

During my NYSC, I met a lady in a bank in Akure. Pretty babe, I needed to open an account to move some of my savings which i earned during my internship.

As usual nau, I chatted her up..normal stuff. She opened the account with zero balance and afterwards I invited her on a date the next day after close of business.

Funny enough she agreed and we planned to meet at a particular eatery not far from here branch.

I drove there, parked my car at a distance and walked down to the eatery. I had a small 2009 Honda accord, in 2011.

I purposely dressed up in my NYSC khaki pants as a corper and as expected she was shocked.

It took a lot of soul searching before she responded to me. From there on, she became less interested in me. She felt I had wasted her time on a fruitless mission. How corper go carry me comot? She called her friend in the office " na corper be that guy sha, imagine"

They started mocking me in yoruba " se o ti gba alawee' 'has he received alawee' ' make person no suffer' 'this one no know him level'..better yoruba jibes. I laughed inside..

She was no longer interested in my tales by the moonlight.

So me too na, I turned it into a joke. I told her that alawee hadn't arrived o but I could spare some 500 bucks to buy her meatpie and coke..she laughed again and asked me why I wasted her time.
I wanted to tell her about myself, I spent 8 yrs in medical school,1 year internship

I had invested 9 years building myself but a corper uniform prevented her from looking deeper. I told her my future goals and how I planned to achieve them and after a while she called her friend on the phone again..

Another yabbing..

Modupe shey o mo pe ko ti e le ra ordinary fried rice, meatpie lo fi lo mii." shey o gbadun sha" "kori awon egbe ni camp nii", "olorun ma je ki eyan shirin".

Meaning I couldn't even afford fried rice, shey I no see my mates for NYSC camp, make God no let us miss waka..

There and then I apologised and reassured her that I am a sweet guy. In my mind, I was like, shey dis one get sense like this? You think say I be pauper nii. She stood up with the intention to leave, I asked her to wait for my bike man, since na joke we dey now..

I asked her if I could call her the next day, she said NO, she wouldn't have the time again for my 'date'. I was like ah me Mr. Ginger all the way from IL - town thoroughbred..

The next day I went back to the bank, faworaja mode activated. Everything on check..

Cassava full my shirt, I was sparking like Christmas tree..perfume dey ooze like mortuary..Rayban Abacha on my face..I no fit see myself..from useless corper to a sweet boy looking like a bag of money.

I went to the manager, told him I needed to fix some money.

I asked for an account officer and I specifically requested for her..she came into the office and saw me, she was confused. She couldnt talk so she sent me a text like..I met you yesterday...I replied via SMS yes ma..

Full formal mode..I left some documents in the car..

She followed me outside and I handed them over to her. I admonished her to be a good account officer..formal mode. No pleasantries..

awo ti lo ( oracle don move ) We became friends and she kept on asking why I pulled that stunt, I told her I had no reasons.

When the money goes...will the grey skies replace sunny days?

I began to hustle never to be broke..people will always be attracted to what they see only a few will probe deeper..

If I go broke today, how many people will love me?

Before I sleep every night I think of how to escape poverty. How to avoid being broke..How I can be a better person tomorrow..

So many lessons learnt..