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“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are” Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie🌸

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A WOMAN AT 34 DOESN'T HAVE "1KB" OF EGGS REMAINING, NEITHER IS SHE AN INCH FROM MENOPAUSE YES, YOU ARE CORRECT. IT'S GOOD TO ADVICE WOMEN TO MARRY EARLY. BUT, IT'S THEIR CHOICE. Dear @guzu_p, let us begin with the science, gently, because truth should arrive softly and not as a slap. A 34-year-old woman does not have “1kb of eggs left.” That is not biology, that is internet folklore dressed as wisdom. According to RCOG guidance, fertility declines gradually and not like a cliff, and many women in their mid-thirties conceive naturally and safely, and menopause is not standing at the door with a suitcase at 34. For most women, it comes later, in the late forties or fifties, and so if we must speak, let us speak with facts and not fear, with data and not drama. And then there is this talk of 'prime' and “value,” as though a woman were fruit displayed under fluorescent supermarket lights, waiting to be judged for sweetness and shelf life. You speak as if youth is obedience and ageing is punishment, and as if time itself were a moral examiner. But women are allowed to grow, and to choose, and to delay marriage, and to marry early, and to marry late, and even to not marry at all. Biology does not moralise her choices. Medicine does not scold her choices. Only society does, and society often confuses noise with knowledge. You say women “age like milk” and men “like wine,” and yet you forget that wine, too, spoils when badly kept, and that character ages better than skin, and that kindness outlives beauty. A marriage built on fear of wrinkles will always be more fragile than a marriage built on readiness and love. And this idea that a woman must be “humble in her prime” is troubling, because humility is not submission to men’s timelines, and a woman’s body is not a public project, and her womb is not a countdown clock for your philosophy. She is allowed to succeed and to explore and to rest and to change her mind and to still want companionship later, just as men do, and without being punished with mockery for it. So let us be careful, and let us be honest. Correct science says: 34 is not infertility. Correct humanity says: no woman deserves body-shaming disguised as advice. Correct wisdom says: people marry when they are ready, and not when strangers approve. And if we must speak of “value,” then let us finally agree on this, A woman’s value is not in her eggs. It is in her mind, and her health, and her joy, and her freedom to choose love when she is ready.

On paper it is gorgeous. Two toothbrushes in one cup. Tiny socks on the radiator. Someone whose face you know in the dark reaching for you at 3:12 and not leaving. A small person with your eyes and their laugh eating cereal too slowly before school. It sounds like the closest thing to safety we have ever invented. But a lot of people did not grow up watching love look like that. They grew up watching marriage be a war that never declared itself out loud. 19:40 on a Tuesday, plates not quite slammed, voices just quiet enough for the neighbors not to hear. A father sleeping on the couch for three years. A mother doing the emotional admin for five people and getting a wilted bouquet once a year as a receipt. The child learns quickly that forever can be a threat as easily as it is a promise. You say mini mes. A lot of people hear smaller witnesses. Witnesses to debt. To screaming in the car park. To one parent disappearing for six months and calling it adjusting. Some bodies carry the memory of being the kid who held the camera and took the Christmas photo where nobody spoke to each other for two days after. They do not crave that house. They crave never putting anyone through it. There is another layer no one likes talking about because it sounds too practical for a sacred topic. Mortgage rates that bite. Groceries that feel like a test. Friends burning out in two jobs and still wondering if they can afford a dentist, не те що дитину. Bodies that already wake tired. The idea of bringing in a small, breakable person is not just cute to them. It is a spreadsheet with red numbers and a nervous system that shakes. And then there are the ones who were never told they were allowed to want something for themselves first. To them, choosing no partner and no kids for now is not selfishness. It is the first act of self parenting. It is finally learning to feed the part of them that was always the one doing the caretaking. They are not missing the desire. Sometimes they are surgically removing the compulsion put in them by a culture that treated women as wombs and men as wallets. Some people hear spouse and feel warmth. Others hear spouse and feel a hand closing over their life. Some people look at a child and feel their chest widen. Others look at their own sleep schedule, their own untreated trauma, their own rage in traffic and think not yet, not like this. That is not nihilism. That is responsibility. The bravest thing some people will ever do is break the chain by not adding another link. Marriage and children can be the most beautiful thing. They can also be the most efficient way to hide from yourself. It is easy to call it forever if you have never sat with your own loneliness without a witness. It is easy to say mini me if you have not yet met the parts of you that should not be replicated without serious editing. Many people want to arrive to that altar and that nursery with less unprocessed violence in their hands. That takes time. That looks from the outside like drifting. If you are lucky enough to want it and still be soft when you picture it, hold that gently. Do not turn your hunger into a ruler you hit others with. The world has given plenty of reasons to be afraid of binding contracts and tiny hearts. Climate, war, courts, childhood bedrooms where love was conditional on performance. Not everyone has healed enough to gamble a child on their hope. Ask people what they want under all the noise. Some will say a partner and kids. Some will say a room, a dog, three good friends and work that feels honest. Some will say I do not know yet, I was never given space to ask. The distance is not as far as it looks. Everyone is hunting the same thing under different packaging. A place where their nervous system can stop scanning the door. A hand that stays. A tomorrow that is not a threat. You can stand in your dream of spouse and children without needing the whole planet to agree.

I have a slightly different opinion - this is also from experience. Sometimes, you can tick all of those 3 boxes. * commitment * preparedness * hardwork - and still fail. Failure is beautiful and the concept of failure has been bastardized. As a scientist, we're trained to execute experiments without bias. If you walk into a lab with an hypothesis, if your experiment results into a different outcome - you're obligated to report it. It is also an outcome. Failure provides data. Data to refine. Data to itierate. Data to pivot. Data to redirect. If a set of actions shows me what I should be doing differently, that's my mentor. That's what failure is. You see the beauty of preparation is that - whenever opportunity comes calling or positioning beckons, it meets you with capacity but there's nothing that beats being at the right place, with the right people, at the right time, born on the right place to the right people. The monolith of success is a complex web of operational modicums - presumably small variables that lines up as leverage. Brother, you cannot outhustle leverage. Ever since I burst into this beam, I've seen failure differently. I want to fail more and it is important that I fail fast. The more I find more ways to fail, the more guaranteed my path to success. Pity a man who has never failed before, for the day he fails - he might not be able to stand.

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Men have never been equal. It’s only fools that believe so. A few of my guys back then in school could understand (and teach) mathematical concepts that even our lecturers didn’t fully grasp. These were 100-level boys—fresh out of high school, oh. In that same 100-level, there was Christian. First day of training, he made the school football team. I mean just the first day, no “make we see as him go take perform for the next training before we give am jersey.” Instant entrance into the team. And not just that, he benched the starting 8 of our squad. Me? I didn’t make the school team till 300-level, first semester. And that making it sef, na still bench I dey oh. Again, men are not equal. I’ve met men who understood concepts so quickly I had to pause and ask myself if I was functioning properly. Like how? I’ve seen men do massive calculations in their head without blinking. I remember Chinedu, he walked into a further maths exam, was offered a scientific calculator to speed up his work, and he laughed it off. Your guess is as good as mine, he made a distinction. Yesterday, I fancied myself an athlete and decided to compete with a much older man in muscle-ups and pull-ups. I managed 5 and 17 respectively. He did 17 and 35. Effortlessly. I was beyond humbled. Again, men are not equal. Equality doesn’t exist among men. Some people are simply built different—stronger, faster, smarter. And yes, maybe you’re better than them in some other areas, but that’s about it. No grand illusion of balance. No universal fairness. Just difference, and, of course-reality.

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