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So I handed her my card. “Go on, get it,” I said.
Minutes later, she returned… empty-handed
“What happened?” I asked.
She looked me in the eye and said, “Dad, I didn’t buy it. It’s too expensive—£400!”
My jaw dropped. I snapped, “What’s your problem? Go back and pay for it!”
But she stood her ground. Calmly, she said, “Dad, I just completed my Master’s. How much do you think I’ll be earning to justify a £400 jacket?”
I said, “You’re not paying—I am!”
Then came the statement that silenced me completely.
“If you’re not around, how can I survive if I’ve been trained to live above my means?”
Boom. That was the slap of truth I never saw coming.
My heart sank. My mind flew straight to Nigeria. I thought of Gen Z girls who demand HERMÈS bags just because their father is going to Mecca. Girls who beg for bone-straight hair worth N5 million—on top of empty ambition. 0 reply
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