When I was in Nigeria, as an African man, if a girl smiled at me, I would take that as an invitation to a conversation; when she looked straight into my eyes, that was more than an invitation. 

I don't think I am weird to feel this way because, as Nigerians, we aren't taught how to look at people in the eyes unless we have that awestruck butterflies for that person. 

When was the last time you saw someone complaining about maltreatment a guy is giving to his girlfriend, yet the complainer is going home to hurt his very own partner?

Did you call him out for hurting his partner? Yet, you two might sit and have a fully served conversation about how the other person mistreats his lady.

Multiply this perception across different sectors. You'd realize that we all are guilty of some of the decline we get to complain about.