The first explanation derives from a Nigerian man’s concept of a woman. Kenyan men see women as one thing.
But Nigerian men see the opposite: a divine being, deserving the best things in life and befitting a royal treatment. A Kenyan guy will take a chick out on a date and expect an instant withdrawal of pleasure tantamount to the cash he’s spent, but a Nigerian man’s aim is for the lady to thoroughly enjoy the night with no expectation but that she feels special. Where a Kenyan boy is busy calculating the cost vs pudding ratio, the Naija broda is calculating the cost = happiness ratio and spoiling this young lady well well. The Kenyan guy will focus on her body, the Naija man will only hope to see the smile on his companions face. The guy will take her to the best restaurant, order the best meal, best champagne, focus on her conversations (most Kenyan men think a date is an interview with Oprah & spend the whole night talking about themselves) and expect nothing but the joy of knowing she is happy. After a great evening, he will drop her home (sober) and beg to see her again.
On the contrast, the Kenyan man has done his best to get his date high and uses the old ‘let me make sure I tuck you into bed’ excuse to get into her pants (that is a very stupid expression…how can a man want to get into your pants? It’s you he wants to get into, not your underwear). The Naija guy will give her a soft hug then walk away heading back to his car & it’s at this point that the chick goes all weak, breaks her defences and asks ‘Aren’t you coming in’ and gives the broda all that she’s got. The Kenyan guy, on the other hand, wakes up next to a hangovered chick who curses herself for allowing him to sneak into her banye and throws him out, never to return. Poor bastard! The Naija bloke gets a 6 month visa + first class tickets to kandahar but the Kenyan gets deported after the first day.
Different Game Play
Good women, quality women don’t come cheap (I don’t mean purchasing price but maintenance cost) and Naija men understand this and they are prepared to do whatever it takes to meet the pecuniary prerequisites of the merchandise. I hear Kenyan women whining ‘How can she call us merchandise, she makes us sound materialistic’…shut up, you know you are! Your hair, your clothes, your shoes, your nails, your car, your gym membership, your spa treatment, your diet pills, your rent, your fuel, your jewellery ALL make you a financial liability…so shut it! Now where were we, yes, a Kenyan man would run away from such a lady, labelling her as high maintenance but a Nigerian man will perceive her as a diamond requiring certain ‘necessities’ to stay shinning and he will provide them because he knows if his diamond shines, he shines. And if he polishes her essence she too shall in turn polish him.
Kenyan men are known as players because they have one chick here, another there and the other in the waiting to be here or there. They do their best to juggle all three (or more) at the same time but get busted and end up on the kandahar restricted entry list. Your face is emailed to all kandahars in the country, with the warning ‘Do not allow passage’ under your picture, destroying any chance of getting further action thanks to the UBS (United Banye Sisterhood). A Nigerian, on the other hand, will focus on one ‘mission’ at a time. He go chop am well well, then move to the next target, avoiding the wrath of the UBS and leaving a trail of satisfaction, respect and a ‘return anytime’ invitation. You see, just because you don’t intend to settle with the lady it doesn’t mean you disrespect her. Give her the attention she deserves, the respect she deserves, the affection she deserves and when the fun expires give her the send-off she deserves. Chopping another when you are with her is just not the Nigerian way.
Impressions Matter
Many people perceive Naija in kenya as business executives (they drive luxury cars & wear very expensive designer clothes) but they are not. Often women come up and ask me what profession those nijos are and being the ‘ask all & tell none’ gal that I am I simply ricochet the question and ask them ‘Which profession do you think they are in?’ This is where it gets funny, I get all types of up market job titles from bankers, to musicians, to lawyers…but if only they knew. So I smile and go ‘Yes, you are right’ and they play along.
Is that wrong? No! They never said they were bankers, lawyers or musicians they created the impression based on their self-perception (you don’t have to be a banker to be proud of your being, you can be a hawker but carry yourself with the pride of a banker). They never consciously duped anyone into thinking they are not who they are BUT this is a mistake a lot of Kenyan men do, they verbally lie about who they really are. I was once at Hilton in Nairobi and sat at the bar as I waited for my dad. A few tables away were a couple chatting away & having a great time. The man was having a beer and the lady had a glass of red wine in her hand and they were having a great time. The man was busy promulgating his business deals to this lady and she was mightily impressed. He went on and on about how much money he makes, the cars he owns and his big house…I too was impressed. Then some guy (a prominent but very modest Kenyan business man) walks in and then he calls his driver- the guy with the big money, the cars and the massive house- to take him to another venue…abeg you should have seen the lady’s face o, kai!
Creating a false perception of who you are will always land you into trouble for the day the truth is out, the UBS (United Banye Sisterhood) will send out a memo and you are back to wankin my son. Nigerian men don’t lie, verbally, about their disposition but leave it to the perception of the observer to place them into a stereotype that they wish, and they in turn accommodate the selected slot. I mean, who wouldn’t…if you’re thinking a guy is a lawyer will get him laid then hey, your honour I rest my case. If his dressing leads you to think he is a banker and is going to get laid because of it then hey, let him handle your assets baby. So long as he never said he is a lawyer or a banker he is blameless; you assumed he was and gave him some under this assumption. u can learn a great deal from Naija I tell you.
Understand Her Needs
I was told that in Abuja, if a guy wants to sleep with a chick he buys her a car or a house. Ati what!! Kwaniama these Abuja women have what types of sistas? A car? A house? Na wah o! After several exclamations of ‘what the ’ I sobered down to as why. Ati, the reason is…hehehehehehe…get this, she has needs. Oga God, abeg what’s up with you o, si you could have made me an Abuja woman o- I’d be driving the latest Jaguar and I’d be living in a 15 room mansion, a yatch and a helicopter…I swear I’d be a whore. I would set up a 3 year plan to get a house, a swimming pool, a car, a helicopter, a yatch, a private jet, YOTE! I’d have business cards written ‘tanya baby’…anytime…any style…any day! there is no soap for one to ‘assist’ themselves
Now imagine a Kenyan man in Abuja trying to get a gal, what does the poor bastard have to offer vis-à-vis a car/house? ‘Oh my dear, you have nice eyes’…abeg she go slap you o. Or ‘Si we go to Java then for a movie after’…wuuuuiiiiiiiiii. Kenyan men don’t understand the needs of a woman. When a Nigerian man sees a woman, he seeks what value he can add to her life; how he go better her as they say. If she is walking, he will tell her ‘I go buy you car’. If she is staying with her parents he will tell her ‘I go buy you house’. He wants to add value to her life. A Kenyan man, wuuuiiiiiiiiiii, just sees how he go better his libido at the cheapest rate. He finds a way of how he go better his ego by showing off that he’s slept with you to his mates. The man na be selfish o. A Naija man will get some because he is adding value to the individual, unlike the Kenyan man who tries to grab a slice from a department without paying homage to the individual.
