You All Lack Authenticity😑💔 - by Keeyra Writes✍🏽

Love for this generation dey smell.😒🤢Yes, I said it, and I will say it againnnn! Because this our Gen Z era sef, nawa oooo. We have finally turned love into transaction. “Good morning, have you eaten?” “Did you get home safely?” “I saw this and thought of you.” “I know you’ve had a long day, so I got you something.” To see this kind of thing these days, ehn… you need torchlight. Instead, we hear: “Can you come over to my house?” “Can you send urgent 2k?” “Please, I need urgent 5k.” Twaaaaa! I pour my generation spit. Somehow, even the simplest expressions of love now come with an invisible invoice. You do something for me, I should do something for you. You spend on me, I should spend on you. You give me attention, I owe you attention. You show up for me, I have to show up for you. And if I don't reciprocate quickly enough, suddenly, I am ungrateful. When did love become an exchange rate? When did we stop doing things simply because we cared? You tell someone you love them and the next question is almost, “What are you bringing to the table?” Bring that table to my front and see if I will not break it on your head. Because what is this? The other day, I saw someone attacking a man online because he takes care of his child while his wife goes to work. The man works remotely. His wife does the 9 to 5. So naturally, because he is a man, he should apparently sit down and watch his own child struggle while his wife does everything. Brooooo. What exactly is wrong with you? And someone will marry this nincompoop. Someone will hear a man say, “Taking care of the child is the woman's job,” and still say, “Awwww, my baby.” Fire from heaven! Is this love or gender role Olympics? Then there is the woman who cannot afford one basic need without announcing it. Urgent 2k today. Urgent 4k tomorrow. Urgent 7k next week. And her friends are supporting her. Oya, hand go meet everybody. I'm coming. 😭 Then there is this boyfriend and girlfriend that have been dating for NINE YEARS. NINEEEEEEE YEARS! What are you doing thereeeeeee? After nine years, one person finally asks, “So… what next?” And the unexpected answer comes: “Where are we ever dating? I thought we were just friends with benefits.” FIRE FROM HEAVENNNNNNN OOOOOO! Nine years of what exactly? Netflix subscription? Then another couple discovers they are both AS after SIX YEARS of dating. SIX YEARS! What were you people discussing for six years? “What is your favourite colour?” “What is your best food?” “What's your favourite movie?” “Do you like shawarma?” Please, what happened to actual conversations? What happened to asking the difficult questions? What about genotype, values, faith, finances, children, family, career, purpose, boundaries, marriage and the kind of life you both want? Six years and nobody thought to ask, “By the way, what is your genotype?” Una dey do oo. Then there is this Gen Z married couple. The man wants fifteen children. FIFTEEN. The woman wants two. My brother. My sister. What were you discussing during your dating period? What was the dating for? Dating is not just matching outfits, birthday surprises and couple pictures. You are supposed to be discovering the person you are thinking of building a life with. And, there Is the friend who Is enduring alot behind doors with her manipulative boyfriend, while advising her friend to leave that boy because he bought you a Tecno not an IPhone. There's that Gen'z girl thinking she will marry for only money and go scot free... Wo you got too chop belt and slap. And then I was listening to a podcast where a woman said women should marry married men and remain committed to him, and agree to be the second wife because apparently, some people have only one man God has attached to them. And I was just there like... Ah. So we have now entered spiritual competition? “If you try to near my mannnnn, you will not even want to try it. It is God that will deal with you for me.” Bikooooo Please leave God out of your possessiveness and foolishness. 😭 Because if we are not careful, we will start using God to decorate our attachment issues. Some of us don't want healthy love. We want ownership. We want someone we can call my man, my woman, my person, and then behave as though they have lost their entire individuality. And somehow, social media has made all of this worse. We don't just want to be loved anymore. We want proof that we are loved. Post me. Buy me. Spoil me. Show me off. Make people jealous. Give me princess treatment. Give me the soft life. And if you don't do all these things, someone online will convince me that you don't love me. (Meanwhile this people preaching mumu advice are managing and patching their own.) Omohhhhh, una dey off me.Nobody have a brain of theirs now, any small thing *Tiktok. Wooo they will tick you out of the clock before your eye open. But what happens when the camera is off? Can you communicate? Can you apologise? Can you sit through an uncomfortable conversation? Can you support each other when money is tight? Can you disagree without humiliating each other? Can you actually build something together? Can you love each other when there is nothing to post? Because maybe that's where the problem is. We have confused being loved with being provided for. We have confused attention with affection. We have confused chemistry with compatibility. We have confused gifts with genuine care. And we have confused being in a relationship with actually building one. Everybody wants the benefits of love. Very few people want the responsibility of loving. Everybody wants to be chosen. Nobody wants to learn how to choose properly. Everybody wants to be spoiled. But who is learning how to nurture? Who is learning how to communicate? Who is learning how to become a safe person for someone else? Because love is not supposed to be a business proposal. It shouldn't just be: “What can you do for me?” It should also be: “Who are we becoming together?” Maybe we need less performance. Less calculation. Less keeping receipts. Less “What did you buy me?” And more sincerity. More difficult conversations. More intentionality. More genuine care. More people who actually mean what they say. Because sometimes, the deepest love is not the person buying you an iPhone. It is the person who notices you've gone quiet and asks, “What's wrong?” The one who remembers the little things. The one who shows up when nobody is watching. The one who cares without needing an audience. The one who doesn't make you earn their kindness. The one who loves you without turning every act of love into a debt. That is authenticity. And honestly? I think we are losing it. We are so busy asking people to love us correctly that we are forgetting to learn how to love people genuinely. So maybe the real question isn't, “What can this person give me?” Maybe it is, “If everything this person could give me disappeared, would I still know how to love them?” Because love that only survives where there is something to collect... Was it ever love? Maybe we've just gotten very good at transactions. And very bad at love. We can do better ejorrrr...Hold that your babe and fix that misunderstanding.<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/1001762116.jpg" style="background-color: transparent;"/>

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