I once had this discourse with someone on this X app concerning the marriage between Regina Daniels and Ned Nwoko.
The person virtually called me names because I did criticize the marriage due to the fact that their age difference was as wide as a goalpost during penalty shootout in a football game.
The other person would have physical assaulted me had he seen me physically, I guess.
For him, it was all about the money, money, money. Yes, we all need money. But is money everything?
Admittedly, I even 'need' the money even much more than a whole lot of people but must we do anything just to have the money?
For example, won't one be alive to enjoy the money in the first place? Won't one be healthy enough to spend the money?
What of the place of peace, peace of mind, tranquility, satisfaction and other related virtues that money cannot buy?
What shall it profit one to have a lot money with scars all over one's body that the memories of the permanent scars are never successfully wiped out by the excitement, happiness or joy derivable from having the money in the first place?
I once read of a great saying, "No one is poor as he who has nothing but money."
May we learn from some people's experience than having such experience ourselves before we could learn.
Of course, this is not to derive pleasure in the pain of the dramatis personae in this narrative which is barely circumstancial by the way.
The truth is that there are lessons to be learnt from various day-to-day occurrences irrespective of those who might be directly involved.
Incidentally, this happens to be one of them.
“I trusted you with my s£x tape and I pray it never sees the light” - Reginal Daniels to Ned 🙆🏼♂️💔