(A Dispatch from The Republic of Uncommon Sense – Naija Province)
Once upon a time in Nollywood, a father cried, “Don’t marry him!”
But love—or perhaps lifestyle—had already boarded a private jet.
Regina Daniels was the golden girl of Nigerian cinema—fresh-faced, social-media adored, and barely twenty when she fell in love with a billionaire whose pockets were deep enough to echo.
The man, Prince Ned Nwoko, wasn’t just rich; he was a London-trained lawyer, politician, and serving senator of the Federal Republic of Nigeria—the kind of rich and powerful that made ordinary wealth look shy. A philanthropist and polygamist with estates large enough to confuse a census officer, Ned embodied both influence and indulgence.
Her father, Jude Ojegwu, saw the storm before the rainbow. “My daughter,” he warned, “there’s more to life than wealth.”
But in the Republic of Social Media, warnings sound like jealousy, and wisdom is often mistaken for witchcraft. Her mother, Rita Daniels—herself an actress and the family’s matriarch-in-chief—called him an enemy of progress. The internet joined the chorus.
- “Abeg, leave them. Age is just a number when the account balance has commas!” – Netizen #1
- “The man is just bitter he couldn’t attract a billionaire son-in-law like that!” – Netizen #2
And so, against her father’s wishes, Regina walked down the aisle to join a household that already had wives old enough to supervise her homework. Cameras flashed, blogs rejoiced, and hashtags rained blessings: #LoveBeyondAge #Forever18 #WhenDestinyCalls.
The wedding wasn’t just a ceremony—it was a parade of power, the kind of union where champagne costs more than advice. The father refused to attend, not out of malice, but because the music was too loud for his conscience. He watched from afar as his daughter became Mrs. Billionaire, crowned by luxury and protected by bodyguards.
But heaven, as experience teaches, sometimes sublets space to hell.
The return of the oracle
Fast-forward a few years. The same marriage that once glittered like Dubai at night began to flicker like Ghana’s national grid in rainy season.
Rumours of loneliness, silence, and “emotional relocation” began to trend. The fairy-tale glow dimmed under the harsh light of reality—and the father’s old warning began to sound less like bitterness and more like prophecy.
“I knew this marriage would bring problems,” Jude Ojegwu said recently, his voice carrying the calm of a man proven right too late. “Even I, in my late fifties, cannot imagine marrying a twenty-year-old. I felt ashamed watching my own child get married to a man older than me.”
And suddenly, the internet—our ever-fickle jury—changed its verdict.
- “Enemy of progress has become prophet of progress!” – Netizen #3
- “He saw the trailer before we watched the movie.” – Netizen #4
It’s amazing how truth gains followers only after the drama ends. The same people who mocked him now call him Daddy Nostradamus of Delta State.
The cost of progress
Let’s not pretend the story is unique. In this part of the world, when money enters the conversation, wisdom quietly leaves through the window. Parents are told to “mind their business,” as long as the suitor arrives in a convoy. A father’s concern becomes backwardness; a mother’s ambition becomes empowerment.
The proverb says, “When a goat insists on dancing in the lion’s den, you don’t argue—you sharpen your camera.”
Love was blind, yes—but Instagram had 20/20 vision. The pictures were flawless, the captions poetic, the lifestyle enviable: exotic vacations, luxury cars, designer gowns, and a mansion with more marble than sense. For a while, the world believed the fairy tale. Until “progress” began trending with tears.
Now, the same social media that crowned the couple “goals” has rebranded them as “lessons.”
“The same people who said ‘love wins’ are now shouting ‘Daddy was right!’” – Netizen #5
The lesson in the mirror
This isn’t just Regina’s story—it’s a mirror held up to a continent obsessed with shortcuts to success. We marry status, not soul. We confuse exposure with experience, and mistake trending for triumph.
In the Republic of Uncommon Sense, we say: progress without peace is just stress wearing designer sunglasses.
Maybe it’s time we asked ourselves what “progress” really means. Because sometimes, the person blocking your way isn’t an enemy of progress—they’re the traffic warden saving you from an accident ahead.
So here’s to Jude Ojegwu—the father who saw the potholes while others admired the paintwork. In a society where silence often passes for support, he dared to speak truth, and time has vindicated him.
The Moral:
Before you call someone an enemy of progress, pause and check whether your “progress” is heading toward peace—or just toward problems with Wi-Fi.
Join the conversation:
Was Regina’s father right to warn her? Or should parents stay out of grown-up love stories?
Drop your thoughts below, tag a friend who once ignored good advice, and remember— in the Republic of Uncommon Sense, even prophecies go viral.
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