I’m 26, single, and living alone in a mini-flat in Ipaja.
Last year I interviewed for a “Content Lead” role in Ikoyi at ₦300k. After four rounds, the HR said in the final chat: “You’re our pick. You can resume Dec 4th.”
That same week, I resigned from my ₦160k job and bought a new blazer for the role. On Dec 1st: “Hi, we’ve paused hiring till Q2. Apologies.”
Just like that—no job. Rent was due Jan 2nd, and I had ₦62k saved. Oh Lord, what do I do? How will I survive?
I kept applying nonstop—four interviews a week, all virtual and data-draining. One HR ghosted me after I spent two hours on their unpaid test project. Another said, “You’re great but we need someone with agency experience,” even though the job post said entry-level.
What broke me wasn’t the money. It was the silence. I’d wake up, send 10 applications, then sit in my room till night. My phone became my enemy. Every notification made my heart jump, then drop when it was just MTN. I stopped replying to friends because “What are you doing now?” felt like judgment.
Christmas came. I told everyone I was working from home. I ate Indomie and eggs alone on Dec 25th while watching people post family photos. I wasn’t hungry—I was invisible.
I started doubting everything: Am I dumb? Do I smell in interviews? Should I just marry someone? Rejection became my daily routine.
On Jan 3rd, an old freelance client DM’d: “You still write? I need someone. ₦250k per month.” No interview. Just “Send account. A colleague of mine would be needing your service as well. I already told her about you but I wanted to confirm from you first.”
And that’s how I got my life back.
Job hunting as a single lady in Lagos isn’t just rejection emails. It’s calculating if you can afford to stay safe while broke. Job loss isn’t just finances—it’s your self-worth evaporating in real time.
No one tells you “You’re still smart” after the 20th “We regret” email. You have to be your own cheerleader when you don’t even believe in yourself.
Lessons learned: Never resign without a signed contract and first salary date. Verbal offers are lies. Being a single young lady means some men will test you—if the job needs dinner, it’s not a job. Lastly, your emergency fund is your dignity. Even ₦50k saved stops you from saying yes to trash.
I’m okay now. But I don’t wish that quiet loneliness on anyone.
I met this girl on TikTok last year. We chatted for a while, and she said she would come from Abuja to Lagos to see me. She asked for $300, but I sent $500. She took the money and never showed up. When I called her for a refund, she blocked me and deleted my contact. I’m never trusting anyone online again.
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If I ever get buried and the bugs are eating me, I expect that when they reach my stomach, they will meet resistance.
The butterflies I grew when we first spoke will still defend their home. I imagine the worms baffled, outnumbered by wings made of memory.