During my postgraduate days at UNILAG, there was this guy who would always drive to lectures in his 2004 Toyota Corolla. He worked with FAAN.
Whenever exams were approaching, he would always want to borrow my notes and make photocopies because he liked the way I structured it. I had a way of highlighting important points and adding side notes, some of which would later turn out to be likely exam questions.
We had this particular course he had been battling with. At that point, his mindset was simply to write the exam, pass somehow, and probably end up with an E.
So I picked him up. We would have WhatsApp voice calls while going through the course materials together. We did it consistently, and we both ended up with an A.
He would usually tell me that if I ever needed anything, I shouldn't hesitate to let him know and that he would come through for me. Most times, I ignored the offer because I was also doing fine on my own.
About two years after our master's programme, I had a cousin who had graduated for years but was still struggling to secure employment. He had twice gotten a fully funded scholarship in the US and was denied visa twice. He also tried Australia and was denied three times.
He eventually gave Belgium a shot, got admission, and was required to present a blocked account, meaning he needed to show proof of a certain amount of money in a Belgian account. The amount was approaching €13,000.
He had nothing, and his resumption deadline was fast approaching.
He reached out to me. Even though he had never told me about his plans to travel, I decided to do everything I could.
I reached out to two of my friends in the UK, but they couldn't help because they were still trying to establish themselves t ground. I also contacted someone in the US who was on a fully funded scholarship. He told me his monthly stipend wasn't even up to $2,000 and that, after paying rent, he had less than $300 left.
Then something told me to reach out to my old master's classmate from UNILAG.
I narrated the situation to him. He asked me straight up, "How much do you need?"
I told him we needed €14,000 in a Belgian account.
He asked, "Will that be enough?"
The next day, he provided €14,000.
A few weeks later, my cousin's visa was approved. While he was heading to the airport, my same friet also gave him ₦2 million in cash, this time, a gift.
Today, my cousin has emmigrated to the US, happily married to an American woman who is also a scholar like him. They now have two children.
I have also become his go-to person for almost every thing he needs done in Nigeria. When he bought his first home in Maryland, Mende, Lagos, I was the one who went for the inspection, received the funds in my account for a Duplex, and handled the closing deal for him.
There is hardly anything I need today that my cousin wouldn't go the extra mile to do for me.
Life has a funny way of bringing people back into your life.
Sometimes, the person you think you are helping today may become the person who changes your life tomorrow.
Never underestimate the value of being genuinely useful to people.
Be useful. Be kind. Build genuine relationships. You never know when life will bring the same person back to you in a different season.
For every pain you endure,
For every fear that grips your heart,
For every worry that keeps you awake at night,
For every loss that you grieve over,
For anything & everything that you can’t handle, leave it to the Lord of the Worlds. He’s the best disposer of our affairs.
My own toxic work experience, one month internship I did before i went for nysc. 😭😭
She sent me to go pick up her daughter’s dress at lekki from Maryland, time was 4:45 and we close by 5 and I had to bring the dress back to the office 😭😭😭
I collect the transport, went to pick up the cloth, took it home and never went back to the office till my time there finished. She had to come to my house 2 weeks after to get her dress, werey 😂😂
I didn’t even last my one month there, I just knew office 9-5 isn’t for me 😭
Got to the office this morning and guess what I heard?
My colleague who said contributing ₦20,000 for a "common gateman" was too much has resigned.😂
Apparently, she told someone yesterday that the office had become "too toxic" for her.
To be honest, after that incident, people naturally started keeping their distance from her. I guess she's been feeling the weight of it. 😂😂😂
Some people don't like hearing the truth because it challenges the version of reality they're comfortable with.
She'll be alright.
One of my neighbours borrowed my Bluetooth speaker for his child's naming ceremony.
After the celebration, I asked for it.
He said one of his wife's relatives mistakenly carried it home.
Every week, he promised to retrieve it.
Five months later, he approached me to buy his second phone because he was broke.
We agreed on ₦180,000. He signed the buyer and seller agreement, wiped the phone and handed it over.
I transferred ₦20,000.
He looked at the screen, then at me.
I went inside, brought out the receipt for my Bluetooth speaker and said,
"I bought it for ₦200,000, but I'm giving it to you for ₦160,000. That's ₦160,000 off the ₦180,000 I owe you."
Later that evening, I overheard him on the phone saying,
"That speaker still dey? No be me get am."..
I swear to God some of you don’t even know what a toxic workplace is or means😂
My first job at Ibadan, a supervisor once told me to stand up from my desk and face the tv as punishment.
I laughed and walked out of the building.
The other agents screamed out in excitement.
Gen Z sales girls sha 😂
My neighbour was telling us how she employed a new sales girl to help her in her boutique and ended up sacking her the same day she resumed.
So what happened?
She told some of her friends that she was looking for a sales girl, and one of them connected her with a 19-year-old girl.
After the a visual interview, everything went well and they agreed that she would resume work the next day.
When she finally came to the shop, my neighbour started showing her around and explaining how everything worked.
She also showed her the shop's phone and told her that she would be using it to respond to customers on Instagram, Facebook and TikTok DMs.
Immediately the girl saw the phone, she asked:
"Aunty, is that an Android phone?"
My neighbour said yes and asked her, "What's the problem?"
The girl then said:
"I don't know how to operate an Android phone ooo."
My neighbour was surprised and asked her, "Don't you have a phone?"
The girl said she does.
She even said she started using a phone since SS3, but the first phone she ever used was an iPhone 11 Pro.
My neighbour then asked her what phone she currently uses.
The girl casually replied:
"iPhone 16 Pro Max."
My neighbour said:
"iPhone 16 Pro Max ke? And you dey find work of ₦30k per month? You even wear bone straight wig sef! Oya come dey go i no want madam Na sales girl I want."
Do your deeds sincerely for the Sake of Almighty Allah. He will reward you. No matter how small it is. Repent sincerely for your misdeeds and He will forgive you. That’s how Merciful He is.
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My colleague bought 15 goats for her younger sister after she had already run down several businesses opened for her.
This time, she insisted she wanted to rear goats at home.
My colleague was relieved. Finally, the constant complaints about being broke would stop.
Last week, he went to visit her.
To his surprise, there wasn't a single goat left.
Confused, he asked, "Where are the goats? At least you should have saved enough to buy more goats."
She replied, "No savings."
After much pressure, she explained what happened.
She donated three goats for her pastor's birthday.
She gave one goat each to four of her friends.
She slaughtered three goats to celebrate her own birthday.
Then she sold the remaining goats.
My colleague looked at her and asked, "So... what's next?"
She said,
"Brother, you'll still help me oo. Everyone makes mistakes."
Ever since I bailed one agbero in my street, I’ve been feeling like a don.
He has apparently told everyone, so word on the street is that I’m the baddest lawyer on the block.
Every time I’m leaving for work or coming back home, the hype is crazy.
No be everything be money.