02/09/2026
Oh chim!! 🤦🏼♂️
The second step to surviving as a man is fearing women. The first is learning how to fear women with high libido.
That’s how I decided to start going to the gym so I could achieve my dream body before my birthday in November. I wan rub all those oils for body make e dey shine.
On my first day, I was assigned a trainer who immediately started listing all the foods I needed to avoid. I said okay. Days became weeks, weeks became months.
There was this particular girl who came to the gym 4:20 p.m. on the dot, every single day. I come around 4, but this woman? 4:20. Never 4:19. Never 4:21. I had to observe her for weeks to confirm.
By the last week of the month, we had started hailing each other from a distance. So one day, I decided to make my move.
Fine girl. Speaks well. Clean skin. Looks like a daddy’s girl that couldn’t hurt a fly.
I approached her.
Me: Nne, aka oji gi?
Her: Smiles. Well, I have two hands; they’re both for holding.
Me: Wow! So you’re Igbo. My name is Agunnaya.
Her: I’m Keziah.
I told her she looked gorgeous and that I’d been seeing her around for a while.
She looked me from head to toe twice and said, “You’re handsome too, but it seems I’m older than you?”
Me: Yes, I know. Older women are sweet babies.
She laughed. “Let’s not do this here. I’m almost done with my program. Text me on Instagram later. Let’s go for dinner tomorrow. Bills on me.”
Me: Of course, nwanyi oma.
That night, we talked for hours. The conversation moved from one topic to another until she asked me when last I opueh.
The next morning, she asked for my address because she wanted to send me something.
Minutes later, a food tray arrived: yoghurt, milkshakes, chocolates, fruits… everything.
Then came an invitation to a private dinner that same evening.
I said to myself, “I knew my luck was in Lagos. I must take my possession in this Lagos.”
I almost called my mother to tell her I had found a wife, but I maintained composure.
That night, I went for the dinner, not knowing I was walking into a trap.
This woman served me red wine she had laced with aphrodisiacs.
Ten minutes later, my body started responding to commands I did not give.
I can’t remember everything that happened, but I remember seeing double and knowing that somebody dealt with me.
The next morning, I left with shame and started avoiding her at the gym. I felt used. Seen. Ridiculed.
Mkpari! To an elder like me.
A week later, she showed up at my house unannounced, with a PS5 as an apology.
Apparently, she had been struggling with low libido for years until she read “The Postpartum Low Libido Fix” by Maya Chioma Ugwu, and the book changed her sexual life completely.
I looked at her and said:
“So Iji m were mee practice for a book that you read?”
I felt even more worthless.
So you took lessons from a book and used me as your practical?
At this point, I honestly don’t know what to do.
This thing happened too fast.
Anyway, to women struggling with low libido and men who want their women to move to another level, ngwa, use the link in the comment section.
But please, what is the way out for me? 🥲
