Money matters.

This is not a chant.
Not as a caption beneath rented luxury.
But as a quiet, persistent fact, strangely slippery and misunderstood

It matters because it refuses to be neutral, even in its many reincarnated forms,

Ideally, in many African homes, money was never the highest form of wealth. Wealth had breath. It was cattle, land, children, wives, reputation, and things that could not disappear with a market crash. Wealth was communal. It had witnesses, wealth grazed on the fields.

Currency was merely a visitor, but today the visitor owns the house.
We have reduced wealth to numbers, digits glowing on screens, and somewhere in that glow, worth began to blur with net worth.

The bane of this conversation is that those who have money often dismiss it.
Those who lack it defend it.
So, when we say “money matters,” who is speaking, and from where?

At the level of lack, money is not philosophy; it is physiology.
Scarcity presses on the brain. Financial strain narrows cognitive bandwidth. The mind loops around unpaid bills. It rehearses catastrophe. It sacrifices long-term thinking for immediate relief.

When money is absent, imagination shrinks; in that space, money is not greed.
It is oxygen.
It is quiet sleep.
It is food without arithmetic.
It is tomorrow without panic.
Anyone who calls that shallow has never suffocated.

Then there are those insulated by abundance who declare money meaningless.
This is what pisses me off with billionaires,
It is easier to trivialize money when its absence cannot reach you.
The ancient warning was precise: not money, but the love of it corrupts. Infrastructure is not the villain. Worship is.
Income raises well-being, joy, and happiness, but only until security is achieved. Beyond that, the euphoria plateaus.
You see, money can reduce suffering, but it cannot generate meaning.
That confusion, between relief and fulfillment, is where many of us get lost.

Money behaves like it has a life of its own; it’s not just a concept. Money has a pulse
It moves through systems. It flows toward value, leverage, scarcity, and positioning. It rewards structure. It punishes naivety; it has a conscience.

We say we chase money, but no, money seeks after the ‘worthy’ to reward the ‘deserving.’
She is a lover who promises control in a world that feels unstable.
And when people say money cannot buy happiness, perhaps it is because the affair went wrong. She (money) was promised too much, and we expected too much. Both parties left disappointed.

Money has equalized and divided humanity. By the seduction of her beauty, she speaks a language understood by all, but very few have mastered it.
So Does Money Matter?

Dare to introspect and really think about it,