He didn’t toast you. You toasted yourself. Now you’re crying, “Men are scum”?
Let’s talk, sister to sister.
You just got into school—a fresher, shining like hot jollof rice.
You don’t even know the full name of your HOD. You’re still asking people, “Please, where is LT 3?”
But just because one cute guy with a nice wristwatch mistakenly said “hi,” your heart started beating like a Beyoncé track.
You immediately started calculating the colours of your bridesmaids’ dresses.
Let’s replay the scene:
You saw him during orientation. He didn’t even notice you. But you made sure to walk past him twice.
The second time, you smiled.
Did he ask for your name?
Did he say “hello”?
No.
But guess who went to meet him after fellowship like she was sent on a divine mission?
“Hi, I’m Favour. Department of Medicine.”
Madam… nobody asked you.
You dropped your full CV like you were applying for a wife position.
Now you’re already following him on Instagram, liking 14 of his posts back-to-back like an unpaid data analyst.
Then he gives you small attention and boom—you can’t sleep. You can’t eat. Your journal now reads:
“Dear Holy Spirit, I think he’s the one…”
My sister, let’s be honest.
You know you’re emotional. You know your heart is soft.
You know once you start liking someone, your brain enters flight mode.
Your assignment will be in front of you, but all you can see is his smile.
Now let’s say tomorrow he starts acting funny.
He starts ghosting you.
Next thing, you run to WhatsApp and post:
“All men are the same.”
But hold on a minute...
Did he ever approach you?
Did he tell you he was looking for a wife?
Or did you rush yourself into unnecessary heartbreak because you couldn’t sit with your emotions and focus on your goals?
Let me be real with you:
Not every fine boy is your future.
Some are just distractions in fine packaging.
You came to school to study, grow, and evolve—not to turn into Romeo’s personal assistant.
This is your training ground. You’re supposed to be building discipline, character, and vision.
If you don’t learn emotional stability now, you’ll end up crying your way through every season of your life.
Because guess what?
There’ll always be a fine guy.
But not every fine guy is aligned with your purpose.
So, please—stop using your own hand to press heartbreak into your life.
Nobody broke your heart—you broke your focus.
Nobody ghosted you—you ghosted your sense.
Pursue purpose.
Build genuine friendships—not obsessions.
Control your emotions before your emotions control your destiny.
And next time your heart starts dancing just because someone greeted you?
Drink cold water.
Open your books.
And whisper to yourself:
Not today, Satan. I have exams.
He didn’t toast you. You toasted yourself. Now you’re crying, “Men are scum”?
Let’s talk, sister to sister.
You just got into school—a fresher, shining like hot jollof rice.
You don’t even know the full name of your HOD. You’re still asking people, “Please, where is LT 3?”
But just because one cute guy with a nice wristwatch mistakenly said “hi,” your heart started beating like a Beyoncé track.
You immediately started calculating the colours of your bridesmaids’ dresses.
Let’s replay the scene:
You saw him during orientation. He didn’t even notice you. But you made sure to walk past him twice.
The second time, you smiled.
Did he ask for your name?
Did he say “hello”?
No.
But guess who went to meet him after fellowship like she was sent on a divine mission?
“Hi, I’m Favour. Department of Medicine.”
Madam… nobody asked you.
You dropped your full CV like you were applying for a wife position.
Now you’re already following him on Instagram, liking 14 of his posts back-to-back like an unpaid data analyst.
Then he gives you small attention and boom—you can’t sleep. You can’t eat. Your journal now reads:
“Dear Holy Spirit, I think he’s the one…”
My sister, let’s be honest.
You know you’re emotional. You know your heart is soft.
You know once you start liking someone, your brain enters flight mode.
Your assignment will be in front of you, but all you can see is his smile.
Now let’s say tomorrow he starts acting funny.
He starts ghosting you.
Next thing, you run to WhatsApp and post:
“All men are the same.”
But hold on a minute...
Did he ever approach you?
Did he tell you he was looking for a wife?
Or did you rush yourself into unnecessary heartbreak because you couldn’t sit with your emotions and focus on your goals?
Let me be real with you:
Not every fine boy is your future.
Some are just distractions in fine packaging.
You came to school to study, grow, and evolve—not to turn into Romeo’s personal assistant.
This is your training ground. You’re supposed to be building discipline, character, and vision.
If you don’t learn emotional stability now, you’ll end up crying your way through every season of your life.
Because guess what?
There’ll always be a fine guy.
But not every fine guy is aligned with your purpose.
So, please—stop using your own hand to press heartbreak into your life.
Nobody broke your heart—you broke your focus.
Nobody ghosted you—you ghosted your sense.
Pursue purpose.
Build genuine friendships—not obsessions.
Control your emotions before your emotions control your destiny.
And next time your heart starts dancing just because someone greeted you?
Drink cold water.
Open your books.
And whisper to yourself:
Not today, Satan. I have exams.
