I don’t usually tweet during the week, but I had to reinstall X just to vent about this Suka issue. Imagine your entire worth and presence in someone’s life as a man being reduced to the financial assistance you provide. « Quelqu’un qui n’apporte qu’une aide financière. » Na so I take halla inside office. 😭 What makes this particularly disheartening is how casually someone can reduce a man’s entire existence to what he does for them financially, as though his kindness, time, concern and humanity count for nothing beyond the money he provides. Chaiii. Papa Suka. 😭😭😂😂😂 People don’t even know this man’s real name anymore. His identity has practically been swallowed by the role he played in someone’s finances. He’s now just « Papa Suka, l’aide financière. » 😭😭😂 Men, we really can’t win.😂 When a man withdraws because he’s broke, he’s called insecure. When he gives, there’s always the possibility that his generosity will become the only thing he’s remembered for. You’re expected to provide, but God forbid you ever feel reduced to a provider. This is one of the reasons I’m very deliberate about lending money to women. If I give you money, it’s because I genuinely want to and can afford to. Not because I’m emotionally pressured into it, not because I’m trying to secure a place in your life, and certainly not because I believe financial assistance should be the price of my relevance to you. I’ll give when I want to give, and I’ll decline when I don’t. But I refuse to build relationships where my value is measured by my ability to solve financial problems. Because there’s something deeply humiliating about showing up for someone with the best of intentions, only to discover that, in their eyes, you were never much more than what you could do for them. A man is more than his money. And the saddest part is that sometimes, the people you help are the very people who make you feel otherwise. Men can never win. Chaiii. 😭