Men every woman should run away from - The one who can not explain his 'work'

A post on Nairobi News earlier this week, got round in Nigerian Social media space...I even heard a crappy radio presenter try to make the points in the article the subject of his show....he did a piss poor job but since I had read the piece, I could relate.

The post talked about how Nigerian Men are Con men and gave signs that Kenyan Girls should look out for to know if they are dating a con man. As much as the Nigerian in me wants to revolt and say"Ta!" to the post, the woman in me, who has met some of the most ridiculous male entities created, can not help but agree to a lot of things the post said.

So, armed with this inspiratin and a new eye to look at my experiences, I have come up with a list of the type of men a sensible woman should run away from. For each one, I will write a different post and share my own experience with that type of person. There is a chance that one person might be the focus in more than one experience but don't worry, I will not shade anyone by dropping names.

If you are an 'Ex' and you know you would fall into this list, fear not, your identity and secrets are safe with me...hehehe.

So let's start!

1. The one who can not explain his source of income

If you are a woman who does not want to be with a man who earns something and is able to hold his own, financially, raise your hand. I thought as much...no hands up. 

My sister, don't let the money fool you.

Sooner than later in a growing relationship, try to wrap your head around what he does for a living and how he is able to afford whatever lifestyle he lives. When a man tells you things like "I went to work" but never tells you what goes on in the 'work', you have yourself a shady brother. Even if he works in the secret service, he would certainly have a consistent alibi he uses to explain his long hours and possible bruises on his body (at least, that's what we see in the movies...lol.)



I once knew a person who could never explain his job to me. All he ever told me was that he worked in the downstream oil sector. He traveled to Abuja a lot and called me every single day for the period we were speaking. He also got me random gifts and was the first person in a long time, who bought me credit for my phone. (It is a little tiring how uncles and aunties and siblings just stop sending you credit on your phone once you start working sha...but that's a post for another day). I used to tell him about work...the people who I felt were scheming against me in office politics, the ones who had risen above 'colleague' to 'friend', the random office gossip that went around but he NEVER told me a single thing about 'work'...not even the name of the company. One day, I insisted that he tell me the name of the company, and while we were talking on the phone, I googled it. Nothing came up. I asked if his company had a website...he gave this condescending snicker and said "yes of course" and so I asked for the spelling. He took a jab at me and said after all my plenty english, I couldn't spell such a simple word. We laughed over it and I asked him to spell again. He did. (for the record, my spelling the first time was correct...hehe). I googled again. Nothing popped up.

He had told me it was a family business so I typed his full name on google and all that popped up was his Facebook page which had not been updated in over a year. I kept having a conversation with him and then randomly asked about his brother, whom he had mentioned was the principal of the company. I asked for the brother's name. I googled that. Nothing popped up.

At this point, frustration was starting to disrupt my multitasking skills and I was starting to have hanging sentences in our conversation which had already stretched on for longer than usual. So I asked for the web address of the company. He wanted to know why I was asking and I said I wanted to see if the site was good enough and if I could try to pitch to rework it. He laughed and said "don't worry, when you enter the family, you can do all that" (I will never forget those words because they sent a chill through me....sounded more like a threat). Next thing, he said he had to go. He never gave me the web address.

This was just about 6 weeks into our 'relationship'. In less than 3 weeks after that, it was over. I still do not know what he does but I found out that there was no company, he didn't exactly have a job (or car or house - as he had made me believe) and the money he had been using to buy me random gifts, well...I would never know how he got it. He wasn't a trustfund child and oh, there was no brother either.

Like a said, a brother who can not explain his source of income is a shady brother.