KING KATOR: Keep Kinging

Nobody calls him by his real name anymore — even he sometimes forgets it.

He goes by Kator now.

A name his guy gave him after they watched that Nigerian film “A Lagos Love Story.” Mad film, by the way. 10/10 recommend if your heart still beats for woman matter.

But this isn't one of those motivational stories where a guy gets heartbroken, starts going to the gym, builds six-packs, and becomes a millionaire in six months. Omo, forget that Instagram nonsense (you didn't hear that from me)

This one is real.

This one is Kator’s story.

Born and raised in the hood somewhere deep in Delta State. The kind of place where NEPA light is a blessing, and gunshots don’t always mean it's Christmas.

Kator is in his early twenties, working a 9–5 in Lagos. Corporate job, yes, but salary? E go shock you. After tax, he dey look his account like, “Is this life or life support?”

But he has dreams, real ones......Multiple streams of income, peace of mind, and one day — to be the kind of father that makes his kids brag about him in school.

But for now? It's daily hustle, soaked shirts, and stretching ₦5k like chewing gum.

Dubaemo, write this one for me...... Kator says 

''Let people read it without knowing it’s me. Let me read it myself one day — cry, laugh, and maybe finally understand what happened.

Her name was Quest.

 And somehow, that name made sense. Because she came into my life with questions I didn’t even know I was trying to answer.

No drama. No noise. Just presence — honest and disarming. She was sweet. Not performative. Not loud. Just… real. She stood by me in a way that didn’t make noise but made impact.

And I won’t lie — I loved her. Not in the way men shout about on social media. But in the way you feel someone in your chest even when they’re not in the room.

She was strong. She didn’t demand anything. She held herself together. And maybe that’s why I thought she didn’t need anything. I thought she was the type who could rise above cravings, manage lack with grace and keep going.

So, I didn’t press money...... I wasn't trying to impress her with naira. 

Not because I didn’t care, but because I believed love wasn't a financial obligation. I believed we were two people who understood the bigger picture.

 I believed in sustainability, not performance. I was trying to prepare something that would make sense later. She wasn’t my wife yet — so I didn’t play husband.

In my head, that was fairness, and she understood. But omo.... she didn't.

But one day she said after 3 years of relationship,

“I don’t feel like I have a man. I’m doing everything myself.”

Another day:  “If you’re not spoiling me now, how do I know you’ll do it in marriage?”

And I paused. Not because I had an answer, but because I felt misunderstood.

 I was preparing for later - preparing to carry her, our future children and our family legacy - not just cravings, hunger, subscription plans, nails, clothes, flowers, birthday surprises.... ati bebe lo

Dubaemo, this girl never raised her voice, she never begged, she just withdrew - little by little - until there was nothing left to hold.

When she left, I didn't argue, I didn't beg.

Because if a woman must feel unloved to love a man like me, then maybe I wasn't her peace after all. Because if I have to perform to be loved, what's the point??? if I had to perform to be loved, then maybe I wasn’t the man she needed.

AS A GUY, love is shown in what you notice, and what you plan to do''

KING KATOR!!! Dubaemo exclaimed, utterly flabbergasted by everything KATOR just spilled like hot garri water,  with her heart on her throat.

But please don't anywhere....

Follow for part 2, where we sit on the therapeutic tea-spilling session between the Keeper of Untold and her emotionally entangled clients. 

The big question:

Was this a shift in belief?

A relative breakup?? (Like,  we still talk but you're not my person anymore)

Or an absolute breakup- no parole, no visitation rights, God forbid vibes, archived, just blocked ......

One thing's sure- it wasn't benching. It was emotional disqualification with small pepper on top.

                                                                                                             @ DUBAEMO🖋