20/06/2025
I lived in a compound where I was the only woman among three male tenants.
Before me, there had been another lady renting one of the rooms — but not long after I moved in, she packed out.
Then a guy moved in. That made me the lone lady in a house full of men.
Of the three guys, I was closest to Magnus.
He was a fine young man — doing well for himself — and I always admired his drive. But there was one thing about him that made me constantly shake my head:
He was a professional womanizer.
Girls in, girls out. Like GIG delivery.
One day, I sat him down.
Magnus, I said, instead of juggling all these girls, why not pick one and marry?
His answer that day shocked me — and revealed the kind of man he truly was.
Me, marry city girls? Especially Abuja girls? God forbid! he replied with confidence.
I blinked.
And what’s wrong with city girls? I asked, raising a brow.
City girls are for nacks he scoffed.
We use them to service our engine so it won’t rust.
The woman I’ll marry is in the village.
A home-trained girl that mosquito has not even bitten before.
Pure Virginia!**
Even her hair is still virgin — no relaxer, no chemical. Untouched!”
I laughed so hard, I nearly dropped my phone.
Okay o, I said, wiping tears of laughter.
So when are you marrying our Pure Virginia?
She’s clocking 18 this December. Once I travel home this month, I’ll pay her dowry and bring her to the city, Magnus replied, smiling like a proud husband-to-be.
Then he added, with side-eye:
Even you wey dey carry Bible dey go church, I no trust you. City girls can’t be trusted.”
I just laughed and entered my room. No need to get angry. Let time do its work.
December came.
Magnus traveled.
Magnus returned…
With a wife.
I took one look at the girl from my window and said to myself:
This girl na Akara Oku. Hot Cake.
But I minded my business.
That night, around 11pm, as I was scheduling my Facebook post for the next day, I started hearing loud arguments coming from Magnus’ room.
You told me you were a virgin — but you’re a borehole! How did I fall for this?” Magnus shouted, nearly in tears.
You nko?! Are you a virgin? the girl fired back.
Then came a loud gbosa!
A slap, probably.
I’m a man!” Magnus barked.
It’s not by force for me to be a virgin. I can’t believe I won’t disvirgin any girl in my life!”
Abeg, no vex, the girl snapped.
I no fit be the only Jew Girl in the village. I had two lovers before you and I gave it to them. It’s not a big deal.
At this point, Magnus lost it.
Yehhh! Pack your bag, Akwaugo! I’m not sure I want to sleep with you again. You may be going back to the village tomorrow!”
He dragged her out as she resisted. Other tenants came out and pleaded with him to calm down.
He refused.
Then he did the unthinkable.
He knocked on my door.
“Please, he begged, “let her spend the night in your room.
I smiled, opened the door halfway and told him:
Magnus… city girls are for Nacks, remember?
Abeg, carry your Pure Virginia away from my door.
I plugged in my earpods…
And slept like Queen Esther.
Because the same man who was spoiling people’s daughters,
thought karma wouldn’t come with red lipstick and hot slap.
You can't soil other people’s children and expect to marry a saint.
Life doesn’t work like that.
As they say in our street:
Is impossicant*, my brother. Change Inu go. ✍️
Morals of the story
Karma has a funny sense of humor.
What you give to the world often comes back in unexpected ways.
Be humble in your expectations of others.
Unrealistic moral standards often reveal one’s own hypocrisy.
You can't spoil other people’s daughters and expect to marry a saint.
Life doesn't reward double standards.
Virginity or purity is not gender-based.
If you demand it from others, be willing to offer it yourself.
Judging others harshly often leads to regret.
Magnus mocked city girls, only to be humbled by his own choices.
PLEASE ONE WORD FOR MAGNUS
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