HR in most Nigerian companies act like they’re doing favours by shortlisting candidates for interviews and sending out offer letters.
This is why they don’t know how to act when they have to deal with top talents who have competing offers and can find another job as soon as they need it.
Even on this app I see HR 'influencers’ with god complex.
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Many broken marriages already had cracks that were being patched in Nigeria. The egalitarian nature of European societies only expose them.
A lot of Nigerian marriages aren't built on genuine love, MUTUAL respect, and partnerships. If your understanding of being a husband is financial provision only, in a society where your wife can earn as much as you or even more, you become worthless. If your understanding of being a wife is only to do house chores and take care of the children, your husband will seek everything else outside.
Abroad, your money + your spouse's money = household income. Bills cannot be paid by one person. Otherwise, they will burn out. And if you want a partner that will split bills with you, you have to pull your weight in home management: cooking, cleaning, etc. Both you and your wife cannot go out in the cold all day, and you come back home expecting them to go and cook for you every day. They will start to resent you after a while.
Child care is not the prerogative of one person. Both partners have to sit down to plan how children will be cared for: school drop-off and pickup, hospital appointments, extra-curricular activities, etc. It's all too overwhelming for one person to handle.
And the big elephant in the room is abuse. Whether physical, emotional, financial, or even psychological, abuse is completely frowned at in this society. If you abuse your partner and they file an official report, best believe the marriage is over. There are no in-laws that will advise them to keep enduring. There are no religious leaders to blackmail them into staying in the marriage. There is no fear of social stigma.
Until everyone understands this and stops being selfish, divorce rates will continue to increase.
No One Warns Immigrants About the Silence
When people move to the UK, everyone says, “You’ll be fine.”
But no one warns you about the silence.
The kind that fills your chest when you come home from a 12-hour shift …too tired to cook, too broke to order food …and the walls don’t answer when you talk.
Back home, in Africa, there was always noise …neighbours arguing, radios playing, kids laughing outside, boda guys shouting across the road.
Here, even the air feels like it’s watching you quietly.
At first, you think you’re strong.
You smile through the cold, through the confused looks when you don’t catch the accent, through the “where are you really from?” that hides behind polite smiles.
But it’s the small things that wear you down.
Having to repeat your name until it doesn’t sound like you anymore.
Being called “love” but never truly seen.
Hearing your qualifications don’t count because they’re “not UK standard.”
You start from scratch. Again.
Washing dishes. Cleaning houses. Sending money home like it doesn’t ache.
Telling your family you’re fine, even when you cry at the bus stop because your card declined.
Still… there are moments.
Catching the eye of another African on the bus and sharing a silent smile.
Hearing an Afrobeats song in a corner shop and feeling your heart breathe again.
Cooking familiar food in a cold kitchen and, for a moment, it smells like home.
And slowly, life rebuilds itself.
Not the way you imagined, but piece by piece ….quietly, stubbornly, beautifully.
Because being an immigrant isn’t just about survival.
It’s about learning to belong in a place that never expected you to stay… and still daring to call it home.