I cried yesterday.
Like real tears.
And honestly… my heart still feels heavy this morning 💔
I tried.
I really tried.
I tried everything I could think of.
I applied strategies.
I stayed consistent.
I showed up every single day.
But right now it still feels like everything was for nothing 😔
I have just 8 days left to hit 5M impressions on X and I’m currently at 4.4M.
Where am I supposed to get 600k impressions from in 8 days?
How else am I supposed to do this?
And no, this is not a pity post.
I just needed to speak.
Maybe pouring my heart out will help me breathe a little.
Back story…
I finished NYSC last year and got a remote job in December as a Social Media Manager.
Salary was ₦100k monthly.
I worked in January, February, and March.
I was only paid for January.
No payment for February.
No payment for March.
No explanation.
No apology.
Nothing.
My client acted like everything was normal and expected me to keep working.
I stopped working in March and used my savings to start investing in myself and this platform.
After being on X since 2021, I finally decided to take my account seriously.
I subscribed to Premium every month hoping that if I stayed consistent, maybe within a few months I’d finally qualify for monetization and start earning here.
At the same time, I became a CapCut template creator.
I paid for CapCut Pro every month too.
After weeks of consistency, my account got monetized.
I made $28.
Then due to inconsistency, I lost the monetization again.
I also have a monetized Facebook account.
I’m trying on TikTok too.
I even abandoned my YouTube channels just to focus fully on X because I wanted this to work so badly.
While doing all these, I still kept applying for remote jobs every single week.
No response till today.
I even bought an MTN router and kept subscribing every month just to stay active online and keep posting.
Heaven knows I tried.
Now look at me…
No job.
No money.
No achievement.
And now it looks like I might not even hit the 5M impressions after all this effort.
I’m 27 and honestly… I feel tired.
Before now, I also tried content creation on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok.
But my camera quality was poor and my content always looked cringe to me, so I stopped.
At this point, I don’t even know anymore.
Maybe I’m just one of those people that always gets close to success but never fully reaches it 💔
And once again… this is not a pity post.
I just wanted someone to hear me out.
If this post finds your timeline, honestly just send me a virtual hug 🫂
Maybe that alone will make me feel a little better today.
A woman who got married just a few months ago just defended Chike in my comment section.😭💔
She said:
“I’ll meet Chike.”
And “If my husband cheats, I’ll cheat back.”
Let that sink in.
Freshly married, ring still shining… already announcing she’s ready to become Sandra 2.0 the moment her husband slips.
No shame. No standards. Just pure revenge mentality. Talk of Low budget Tolani Baj 😂.
Brothers, this is the red flag of all red flags! If your wife or girlfriend is defending Chike, supporting home wreckers, or proudly saying “if he cheats, I’ll cheat too”, RUN.
She has already shown you who she is. She doesn’t value marriage. She values “payback.”
A woman who can justify adultery months after her own wedding can easily do it when the marriage gets tested.
This is not “strong woman” energy.
This is low value, dangerous energy wrapped in a wedding gown.
Men, stop ignoring red flags because she prays, she’s fine, or she just got married.
Your peace and your future children deserve better. 🗣️✌🏼
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-Bola Tinubu, 2023.
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The Soldier Who Learned to Put Down His Rifle
Staff Sergeant Chinedu Okeke could strip and reassemble an AK-47 blindfolded in 42 seconds. He could navigate 20km through Sambisa with only stars and gut instinct. He could sleep through mortar fire.
What he couldn’t do was talk to Zara.
He met her in Maiduguri. Not on a patrol, not during a firefight. At the hospital.
Chinedu was there with a graze from a ricochet nothing serious, just enough to get him off the line for two days. She was Nurse Zara Mohammed, ward 3, night shift. She changed his dressing with hands that were quick, gentle, and absolutely done with soldiers who acted tough.
“You winced,” she said, tying the bandage. “So stop pretending it doesn’t hurt.”
He opened his mouth. No words came. First time in 26 years of service that Chinedu Okeke, 73 Battalion, had been disarmed without a weapon in sight.
After that, he found reasons to visit the hospital. Brought mangoes for the kids in the pediatric ward. “For morale,” he told his lieutenant. Fixed a broken wheelchair. “Force protection,” he told himself.
Zara saw through it. “You’re not here for the mangoes, Sergeant.”
“Staff Sergeant,” he corrected automatically. Then winced again. “And… maybe not.”
Loving her was different from combat. In combat, you knew the rules. Enemy there. Friendlies here. Shoot, move, communicate. With Zara, the rules changed every day.
She hated that he left for weeks without warning. He hated that she worried. She asked him to promise he’d be careful. He could not and do his job.
The breaking point came after Konduga. His unit was ambushed. Two men died. Chinedu came back with a limp and eyes that looked 40 years older. He didn’t go to the hospital.
Zara found him at the mammy market, staring into a bottle of beer he wasn’t drinking.
“If you die out there,” she said, sitting across from him, “don’t you dare do it thinking I didn’t say this: I love you. But I won’t love a ghost. Come back to me, Chinedu. All of you.”
He looked at her hijab, tired eyes, hands that smelled like antiseptic and still felt like home. For the first time, the war didn’t feel like the most important thing in the room.
“I don’t know how to be soft,” he admitted. “I only know how to be ready.”
“Then be ready for me,” she said. “That’s an order, Staff Sergeant.”
He smiled. First real one in months. “Yes, ma.”
They got married six months later. Small ceremony, Bama LGA, with half his unit standing guard and the other half crying into their agbadas. He still deploys. She still works night shift.
But now, before every patrol, Chinedu tucks a folded piece of paper into his chest rig. Not a prayer. Not orders.
Just fiur words, in Zara’s handwriting: COME BACK TO ME.
And he does. Every time.
Because the hardest mission he ever took was learning to put down his rifle when he got home and pick up
Just a story thank you 🙏🏻
The first time I started talking about “my husband’s transportation business ,” I didn’t even have any intention of monetizing my account. It was after my first viral tweet that people encouraged me to turn it into something, which I eventually did.
Since then, I made a promise to myself to use whatever I earn from payouts to support myself and my family. It has been helping in many ways, alongside the business I also run.
However, recently, due to personal reasons and some health challenges, I had to step away from my business for a while. During this time, I’ve been putting effort into staying active and growing my account so that whatever payouts I receive can still help me support my family.
So please, whenever you come across my posts, I’d really appreciate your engagement. I rely a lot on these payouts. And before judging or questioning me, please remember “ never mock what you haven’t experienced”.
Thank you so much.
One time I went to visit my ex and somehow he convinced me we should start intermittent fasting
He said it was healthy.
Said I was gaining weight.
Even showed me videos for evidence.
I believed him.
I stayed 3 days.
We ate just 3 times
This man texted me last night and said:
“I was broke then… I didn’t know how to tell you not to come.” 😭😂
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