This is a conversation our society desperately needs. About men and their mental health.

I don't think the world cares about men. If they say men open up, men talk, men do this, I don't think they are ready to listen. I grew up in an abusive home. That cost me pain. Ah, no, my dad caused me pain. He had a double barrel and he had two kobokos. He just took joy in giving us pain. My dad is the sweetest, kindest, loving man ever. He's the lion and the lamb. I told my kids, I said, "Whatever happened, come home. It doesn't matter what it is." What we've seen in research is that men, we have men die more of suicide than women. 2017, July, I almost committed suicide. At this point where you were suicidal, how long did it take your wife to notice?

Or did she even ever get to know? No, no.

So, so, so those— that was one secret I kept from her before she passed. So she never knew? She never knew, sir. Wait, she never knew. And a lot of men are like that. He's not good, he's unfair. Nobody cares. Men are dying. No, no place to, no hand to shake, bele. And as long as they keep providing for the family, everywhere good, everywhere good. I'll take a pair of jeans, I'll be searching it, taking it out one by one. You know what I'm looking for?

Money. ₦20.

My God, ₦20. Not to eat, sir, not to eat. To make— to buy biscuit for my son the next morning. Some men go to offices just to escape the homes they have built. Some men are happy for traffic. Some men are given awards for being the most punctual at the office, not because they care about the job, but they can't wait to get away from home. The man is not even comfortable enough to share his failures with his wife. That you're