Electricity bills can now start a community war faster than politics 😭
A street in Ajah allegedly lost
light for 9 months.
No transformer fault. No major outage.
One compound received a ₦612,000 estimated bill.
The landlord almost fainted.
Tenants started bringing out appliances like court evidence: “Na only ring light I dey use!” “My pressing iron don spoil since February!”
“One room no even get AC!”
But the argument changed when PHCN officials arrived with ladder and disconnect notice.
That was when one angry resident allegedly carried the ladder from the pole side… entered Keke… and vanished 😭
The officials stood there stranded looking at the wires like tourists.
No ladder. No disconnection. Just pure Lagos silence.
Within minutes the street divided into two political parties:
Group 1: “Nigerians are suffering. These bills are wicked.”
Group 2: “If you use electricity, pay for it. Simple.”
Then one woman shouted something that turned the entire street upside down:
“How person go pay ₦600k for darkness?”
Even the PHCN workers allegedly started laughing…😂
That same compound spends almost ₦35k weekly on fuel because nobody trusts public power anymore.
So now Lagos residents are paying:
• Electricity bill
• Generator fuel
• Inverter repairs
• Diesel contribution
• And still sleeping in heat 😭
The older I get in Nigeria, the more I realize electricity is no longer a utility…
It’s now a gambling app.
Some months you see light. Some months you see trauma.
And somehow, everybody still owes NEPA.
In 2026, people’s mothers, people’s sisters, are living in terror because of a supposed “culture”
This is beyond sad! And we cannot continue to live like this.
I kept texting my ex-coworker after she quit. Just memes. Funny stuff from the office. “You’re missing this chaos.” She’d reply with laughing emojis. We did this for months. Then she stopped responding. I figured she moved on. Made new friends. Forgot about our inside jokes.
Kept sending memes anyway. Once a week. No responses. Just kept going. Felt stupid but couldn’t stop. She’d been my work best friend. Only person who got my humor.
Six months of silence. Then one day. “I’m so sorry I haven’t replied. I’ve been in treatment. Depression got really bad after I left that job. Your memes were the only thing that made me smile some days. I’d read them in group therapy. Saved every single one. They kept me going”
I sat at my desk crying. Had no idea she was struggling. No idea those stupid memes mattered. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She replied. “I couldn’t tell anyone. But knowing you were still thinking of me. Still trying to make me laugh. It helped more than you know”
We meet for coffee now. Once a month. She’s doing better. Showed me her phone. Folder labeled “Hope.” Every meme I sent. Hundreds of them. “On bad days I scroll through these. Remind myself someone cared enough to keep trying.”
I still send memes. But now she responds. And now I know they matter more than I thought.
—Jake M., Texas
Nobody tells you that some of your biggest milestones happen quietly. No party. No post. Just you, standing in your kitchen, realizing you finally feel okay.
@MTNNG You guys have literally removed all the data bonuses and still won’t let the main data last. I used to buy 18k 75gb which was always doubled before and later you guys reduced it and started giving 112gb but now no more offers 🥲🥲What have we done to deserve this now? 🥲🥲
The “women hate women” “fear women” “women are their own worst enemies” narratives just doesn’t sit well with me. Infact it’s very annoying!
I guess I have amazing women in my life so I can’t relate.