Where Men Complain, Women Feel Entitled, and Everybody Is Confused
By: John S. Morlu II, CPA
In the developing world, men have started complaining loudly — louder than a generator during dumsor — that modern women feel so entitled that they don’t even want to make a bed after sleeping in it. Not straighten it. Not touch it. Not even look at it twice.
A whole human being slept there, rolled around, stretched, prayed, dreamed, drooled… and then walked out like a guest leaving a hotel with housekeeping on payroll. So, as usual, I decided to investigate. Not scientifically. Not with spreadsheets. But with African anthropology mixed with accountant wisdom.
I am in Accra, so I went to A&C Mall and stopped by a popular place called Honey Circle — a place where the lighting is soft, the food is expensive, and the behavior is priceless. I sat down, ordered the cheapest drink: Club beer. Because let’s be honest — I am an accountant, and cheap like chips. Accountants don’t waste money unless it’s on calculators, Excel templates, or sorrow.
Even the waitress looked at me with disappointment, like I had insulted her ancestors. She kept pushing whiskey, cocktails, imported spirits, lifestyle choices. Meanwhile, I just wanted cold Club and peace of mind. Shoddy thought I came to demonstrate masculinity. I came to demonstrate budgeting.
The Observation Phase
I watched men and women come, eat, laugh, take selfies, pretend not to be broke, and go. If you stand there long enough, you can see the entire sociology of West Africa play out like a Netflix documentary. But one detail hit me like trotro fumes: 100% — I repeat, one hundred percent — of the people carrying food home… THE MEN were holding the takeaway bags.
Not 60%. Not 80%. Not 95%. 100%.
The women? Walking majestically in front, long nails, long hair, long eyelashes, long expectations — but short contribution. Their nails were so long they couldn’t hold a bag without risking injury. A single takeaway pack could end their manicure, and therefore end their week.
The men were behind them like background actors: holding bags, holding purses, holding dignity in small pieces. At one point I thought someone had opened a nationwide “Carry Her Bag Ministry”. Men had become logistics managers for free.
Fun Fact #1: In the developing world, nails are now longer than patience, and eyelashes are longer than relationships.
Fun Fact #2: There is no scientific proof that a takeaway bag weighs more than a man’s ego—but the way some men carry it like it contains radioactive material, you would think it was filled with gold bricks.
Men Have Turned Themselves Into Slaves
I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know who signed the agreement.
But men have turned themselves into slaves. Voluntarily. Happily. Eagerly. With smiles. With urgency. With efficiency HR departments can only dream of.
The same man who cannot pick up a sock in his house will carry a woman’s food like a firstborn child.
The same man who doesn’t respond to company emails will respond instantly when she says, “Hold this.” The same man who can’t cook boiled eggs will carry six packs of jollof and turkey wings like a UPS delivery driver.
And Me? I Still Believe What the Bible Says
Me, I believe a man is the head of the house as God commanded. A head has leadership, direction, authority, responsibility. A head provides and protects — yes. But the head is not supposed to be the errand boy.
Not the bag holder. Not the handbag bodyguard. Not the emotional ATM. Not the domestic intern. Not the indefinite food courier.
But it seems men have forgotten that. In their quest to impress women, they have demoted themselves to supporting cast members in their own households.
If God appeared today and asked, “Adam, where art thou?” many modern men would reply: “I’m behind Eve… carrying her KFC bucket.”
Fun Fact #3: In many African cities, women no longer carry bags, groceries, or leftovers. But men carry emotional, financial, and spiritual burdens they were never trained for.
The Final Comedy
As I sat there at Honey Circle with my cheap Club beer, I realized: the developing world is not just a place. It is an experience. A performance. A reality show. A cultural circus. Men are complaining. Women are defending. Everyone is confused.
And somehow, in the middle of inflation, entitlement, long nails, and takeaway bags… love is still trying to survive. God help us all.
Author:John S. Morlu II, CPA is the CEO and Chief Strategist of JS Morlu, leads a licensed public accounting and management consultancy firm. He has more than 20 years of professional experience in auditing and advisory work, including service as Auditor General of Liberia and FAR and DCAA compliance work at Unisys Federal Systems. The firm’s technology products include AI-powered reconciliation software (ReckSoft.com), a handyman services platform (Fixaars.com) and advanced cloud accounting solutions (FinovatePro.com), built for finance and operations teams.
JS Morlu LLC is a licensed certified public accounting firm founded in 2012 and based in Woodbridge, Virginia, serving clients across the Washington, D.C. Metro Area. The firm is AICPA peer reviewed and provides accounting, tax, consulting, and attest and assurance services. Specialist practices include government contract accounting and DCAA compliance, business valuation, forensic accounting, and audits for homeowners associations, nonprofits and home health care organizations. Talk to us || What our clients says about us
Chapter 36: The Rise of Bag-Carrying Boyfriends: An Accra Field Report
Where Men Complain, Women Feel Entitled, and Everybody Is Confused
By: John S. Morlu II, CPA
In the developing world, men have started complaining loudly — louder than a generator during dumsor — that modern women feel so entitled that they don’t even want to make a bed after sleeping in it. Not straighten it. Not touch it. Not even look at it twice.
A whole human being slept there, rolled around, stretched, prayed, dreamed, drooled… and then walked out like a guest leaving a hotel with housekeeping on payroll. So, as usual, I decided to investigate. Not scientifically. Not with spreadsheets. But with African anthropology mixed with accountant wisdom.
I am in Accra, so I went to A&C Mall and stopped by a popular place called Honey Circle — a place where the lighting is soft, the food is expensive, and the behavior is priceless. I sat down, ordered the cheapest drink: Club beer. Because let’s be honest — I am an accountant, and cheap like chips. Accountants don’t waste money unless it’s on calculators, Excel templates, or sorrow.
Even the waitress looked at me with disappointment, like I had insulted her ancestors. She kept pushing whiskey, cocktails, imported spirits, lifestyle choices. Meanwhile, I just wanted cold Club and peace of mind. Shoddy thought I came to demonstrate masculinity. I came to demonstrate budgeting.
The Observation Phase
I watched men and women come, eat, laugh, take selfies, pretend not to be broke, and go. If you stand there long enough, you can see the entire sociology of West Africa play out like a Netflix documentary. But one detail hit me like trotro fumes: 100% — I repeat, one hundred percent — of the people carrying food home… THE MEN were holding the takeaway bags.
Not 60%. Not 80%. Not 95%. 100%.
The women? Walking majestically in front, long nails, long hair, long eyelashes, long expectations — but short contribution. Their nails were so long they couldn’t hold a bag without risking injury. A single takeaway pack could end their manicure, and therefore end their week.
The men were behind them like background actors: holding bags, holding purses, holding dignity in small pieces. At one point I thought someone had opened a nationwide “Carry Her Bag Ministry”. Men had become logistics managers for free.
Fun Fact #1: In the developing world, nails are now longer than patience, and eyelashes are longer than relationships.
Fun Fact #2: There is no scientific proof that a takeaway bag weighs more than a man’s ego—but the way some men carry it like it contains radioactive material, you would think it was filled with gold bricks.
Men Have Turned Themselves Into Slaves
I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know who signed the agreement.
But men have turned themselves into slaves. Voluntarily. Happily. Eagerly. With smiles. With urgency. With efficiency HR departments can only dream of.
The same man who cannot pick up a sock in his house will carry a woman’s food like a firstborn child.
The same man who doesn’t respond to company emails will respond instantly when she says, “Hold this.” The same man who can’t cook boiled eggs will carry six packs of jollof and turkey wings like a UPS delivery driver.
And Me? I Still Believe What the Bible Says
Me, I believe a man is the head of the house as God commanded. A head has leadership, direction, authority, responsibility. A head provides and protects — yes. But the head is not supposed to be the errand boy.
Not the bag holder. Not the handbag bodyguard. Not the emotional ATM. Not the domestic intern. Not the indefinite food courier.
But it seems men have forgotten that. In their quest to impress women, they have demoted themselves to supporting cast members in their own households.
If God appeared today and asked, “Adam, where art thou?” many modern men would reply: “I’m behind Eve… carrying her KFC bucket.”
Fun Fact #3: In many African cities, women no longer carry bags, groceries, or leftovers. But men carry emotional, financial, and spiritual burdens they were never trained for.
The Final Comedy
As I sat there at Honey Circle with my cheap Club beer, I realized: the developing world is not just a place. It is an experience. A performance. A reality show. A cultural circus. Men are complaining. Women are defending. Everyone is confused.
And somehow, in the middle of inflation, entitlement, long nails, and takeaway bags… love is still trying to survive. God help us all.
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Author: John S. Morlu II, CPA is the CEO and Chief Strategist of JS Morlu, leads a licensed public accounting and management consultancy firm. He has more than 20 years of professional experience in auditing and advisory work, including service as Auditor General of Liberia and FAR and DCAA compliance work at Unisys Federal Systems. The firm’s technology products include AI-powered reconciliation software (ReckSoft.com), a handyman services platform (Fixaars.com) and advanced cloud accounting solutions (FinovatePro.com), built for finance and operations teams.
JS Morlu LLC is a licensed certified public accounting firm founded in 2012 and based in Woodbridge, Virginia, serving clients across the Washington, D.C. Metro Area. The firm is AICPA peer reviewed and provides accounting, tax, consulting, and attest and assurance services. Specialist practices include government contract accounting and DCAA compliance, business valuation, forensic accounting, and audits for homeowners associations, nonprofits and home health care organizations.
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