Rich doesn’t necessarily mean kind or generous. Twice in my life, I have briefly dated two classists. The worst one of them shamed me for the job I luckily got the same month I moved to Lagos on my own. Shamed my salary and the fact that I was (briefly) staying with a friend. This was someone who never gave me a dime. I hadn’t ever asked either, because it was never part of my genetic makeup to ask men for money, not when my dad always kept my account plump. The day he saw my friend post and repost videos from my family house back home, the views, and the literal carnival the family planned for the entire Christmas holidays, and also catching wind of the value of my grandfather’s estates and our inheritance from that same mutual friend, he reached out saying he’d have treated me better if he knew I was from that sort of family. ‘How come I never said anything’ I was taken aback, because why even admit that out loud. Lagos men are horrible.