Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Yoruba

Yoruba men have a flavour.

There’s no recipe or formula for it—It’s innate. A flavour you can taste from across the room—sharp as pepper. They’re the kind to catch your eye at a party, flash a smile that says “trouble,” and leave you wondering how many hearts they’ve shattered in their lifetime. It doesn’t matter if it’s at a supermarket or a wedding—they’ll lock eyes with you, and in that moment, it’ll feel like fate.

You know the warnings. Don’t fall for it, flee from Yoruba demons. But here you are, standing a little taller, subtly thrusting out your chest to enhance your bosoms and awakening the remnants of the colonial accent in you.

Because Yoruba men have a flavour so irresistible that resistance isn’t even on the table. And the best part?

You know!

You absolutely know they’re no good for you. You’ve read the stories on X and Instagram and watched the Tiktoks. You’ve heard stories from your friend and their friends, and maybe even lived your own heartbreak, but all it takes is one phone call. One deep baritone saying, “Wa je kin to ju e; a baby girl like you shouldn’t be stressing,” and your common sense packs up its bags and checks out.

It’s not just the words though—it’s the whole presentation. The senator outfit, perfectly tailored, gliding like a second skin. Designer half-shoes that whisper wealth. The lone bracelet. A simple gold chain that gleams under sunlight. The ring that’s never on the married finger even if they are. And let’s not forget the sharpest fade you’ve ever seen in your life and the signature scent, Dior Sauvage.

The holy combo.

The worst part is, you’ve seen this movie play out before. You’ve tasted this flavour and been burnt—badly. You tell yourself it’s a bad idea. You remind yourself of the tears, the chaos, the sleepless nights. But then, he looks at you—really looks at you—and suddenly you’re considering renaming your future kids Femi Jr. You start thinking, “Oh, that was just my oloriburuku ex, Femi. May God punish him. I know this one is Femi too, but he’s different. I can feel it.”

Sis, what you’re feeling is your body preparing for the carnival that’s about to hit. You’re ready to enjoy the bliss, the attention, the intoxicating thrill—so you’ll have enough energy for the inevitable tears.

And let’s not lie, there’s always a thrill. There’s a sweetness to it all, even when you know it’s coming with a side of pain. They’ll light up your phone with the kind of care that feels custom-made. They’ll remember the smallest details about you, like your favourite ice cream flavour or your favourite food vendor and book appointments with your fave nail tech. They’ll send thoughtful Instagrammable gifts that make your heart do flips and let you show off, and for a second, you’ll forget that somewhere in the shadows of their perfection, there’s a trail of broken hearts.

But that’s the magic, isn’t it? Yoruba men know exactly how to love you like you’re the only one in their world—until they’re done. And even when you’re done, when you swear, you’ll never go back, the thought lingers. What if this time, it’s different?

Honestly, I can’t blame you. There’s nothing quite as intoxicating as the love of a Yoruba man. It’s sweet chaos. It’s everything you shouldn’t want but somehow crave anyway.

And maybe, just maybe, this time, Femi really is different.

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The Weirdos Corner

Welcome to the maiden edition of TWC. Without much ado, let’s dive into it……

Poll of the Week: Newsletter Feels

I’ve been thinking about writing someone’s story or experience and even made a post about, but I would like to know if it’s something that would interest you.

Weird Find of the Week: This Quote

I stumbled on this and the truth of it settled on me,

“Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.” – Salvador Dalí

Reading this reminded me to let go of my ‘perfectionist paralysis.’ Sometimes, the weirdest thing about me is how long I’ll procrastinate trying to make something flawless and most times, end up not executing it. Anyone else feel this?

Weird thought of the Week: What’s going on in the world of dark romance?

I had a recent high and it was followed immediately by a very low low, so in the bid to get myself out of the dumps, I turned to my first love—reading and read the first recommendation on Bookstagram, a dark romance.

It was some college type of thing, and the glorification of murder was……. mind blowing. How do you romanticize murder?

Is it just me? Did I fall out of touch with the reading community, and this is the in thing now?

What’s something that’s shocking you right now when it comes to books?

Weirdo Wins: Celebrating You (and Me)

No wins shared this week, so here’s mine: I pushed two newsletters this week even when my mind was all over the place. And the fact that I didn’t let a low moment win for the first time in a long time is the biggest W this week (after 1K subs of course).

If you’ve had one of those days recently but still showed up for yourself? That’s a win.

Got something worth celebrating? Big or small, I want to hear it. Let’s share the love and good vibes.

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This week’s Weirdos Corner is small and a bit of a me-fest today. Life gets busy, but if you’ve got a story, a win, or even just a weird thought, I’d love to hear from you. This space is ours, and it only gets better with your magic.

Love,
Sophia, Head Weirdo

P.S. I know you’ve experienced a Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Yoruba demon at least once. So, I want to hear your Yoruba demon tales—We listen, we don’t judge😉