I live and breathe Africa. I am one of the rare African thinkers who lives among his people, spending time in markets and farms, attending funerals, listening more than speaking, and conducting most of daily life in African languages. I observe from inside, not from a distance. Not in conference rooms. Not online. And from that vantage point, one truth has become impossible to ignore: We have a promiscuity problem, and it is quietly bankrupting us. Across social classes, from university students to senior managers, ministers, and executives, the same pattern repeats. Men and women compulsively, addictively, and purposelessly pursue sex, spending incalculable amounts of time, energy, and attention feeding desire with no higher aim. Today, the internal definition of male success has collapsed into a crude metric: the number of women a man has slept with. This is not harmless indulgence. This is not private morality. This is a structural failure costing African nations their c...