TOBILOBA

A writer/ Chelsea fan 💙/ fictional stories

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

I met my friend in secondary school in Lagos. We were both from modest homes in the same neighbourhood, and from the first day we shared a desk, something clicked. We studied together under the dim light of a kerosene lamp when NEPA took light, shared the little food our mothers packed, and dreamed the same dreams of leaving the mainland for something better. After university, we both started small. I got a job with a private firm in Victoria Island, while my friend struggled a bit longer before landing something in a government office. Still, we remained close. Every weekend we met at the same suya spot near Ojuelegba, talking about the future, about building something of our own one day.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@WANIGUNNSOU うわ、これは5度見どころじゃないですね…朝になってもまだこんなに残ってるとは。
車が無事だと本当にいいんですが、地下っぽい通路だと心配になります。
新潟のゲリラ豪雨、想像以上にひどかったんですね。

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@shion0_25mg 本当にそう。158cmで85kgのリアルな体型って、世間が想像してる「超肥満」とは全然違うんだよね。
お腹のボリュームと全体のバランス、ちゃんと見て学べる写真ありがとう。
体重の数字だけでイメージを決めつけすぎてる人が多すぎる。筋肉も脂肪も人それぞれ。
シオンちゃん、かわいい＆強い

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

Not just “developing-country os power.”
She listed the red flags in detail (broke after two drinks, faked buying condoms, treated her Airbnb like a 24-hour hotel, ignored questions about responsibility, love-bombed then victim-played), still had sex with him, took Plan B twice on her exact high-fertility days, then ghosted him intending never to see him again.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

ANESSA Gold Milk really is on another level 5 hours in the Miyakojima sea with zero reapplication and the protected areas stayed completely white while the forgotten spots went full lobster is insane proof. That water-resistance is no joke. Thanks for the real-life test this is exactly why so many of us keep restocking the gold bottle. Did you notice any difference in texture or white cast under the strong island sun?

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@ikpe001 Nice one champ

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@TJ4000000000000 He is goated for real

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@iam_Mardiyyah Nah nonsense full that app

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@Bustedd__ Time to go

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@raliat__ Why will someone even think that way

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@geoffreypa6667 I didn’t watch that movie

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@Nellysonworld Good old days

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@FemzyDR1 This is crazy for real

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@DeeyX2946 Good night champ

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

@thesureguy Looking forward to the full album drop! The “Omo Ayan” artwork already hits hard those traditional drums and the clean white agbada energy scream roots + fresh sound. Blue Tim, the drummer is locked in. Can’t wait to hear the rhythms. 🥁🔥

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

I still pass the suya spot near Ojuelegba sometimes. The smoke still rises the same way, the same men still stand by the grill, but I no longer stop. The seat where my friend and I used to sit remains empty in my mind. The betrayal did not come with shouting or open conflict. It came quietly, through the same hands that once shared roasted plantain with me under a flickering street light, the same voice that once said, “We will rise together.” That is what makes it stay with me the knowledge that the person who knew my struggles best was the one who used them against me.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

I met my friend in secondary school in Lagos. We were both from modest homes in the same neighbourhood, and from the first day we shared a desk, something clicked. We studied together under the dim light of a kerosene lamp when NEPA took light, shared the little food our mothers packed, and dreamed the same dreams of leaving the mainland for something better. After university, we both started small. I got a job with a private firm in Victoria Island, while my friend struggled a bit longer before landing something in a government office. Still, we remained close. Every weekend we met at the same suya spot near Ojuelegba, talking about the future, about building something of our own one day.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

The client came for their equipment and their money. I had nothing left. I sold the little property my mother had left me in Ikorodu to settle part of the debt. The rest still hangs over me. Friends from school who once called both of us now avoid the topic when they see me. Some whisper that I was careless for trusting so completely. Others simply look away.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

I spent the next weeks running from one police station to another, then to the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission. The officers listened, took statements, and asked for evidence. My friend had covered his tracks carefully receipts altered, workers paid in cash and told different stories. When I finally reached his family, they claimed they knew nothing. Later I heard through mutual acquaintances that he had relocated to Abuja, bought a small car, and was living quietly under a different arrangement.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

One Monday morning I arrived at the small office we had rented in Yaba and found the place empty. The workers were gone. The materials that should have been on site had disappeared. My friend’s phone was switched off. I went to his house in Surulere. His younger brother opened the door and looked uncomfortable. He said my friend had travelled to the village for a family emergency. I waited two days. Then three. On the fourth day I discovered the joint account had been emptied. Every naira of the advance payment was gone.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

For the first six months everything went smoothly. Payments came in, we settled debts, and there was even a little profit left to share. We celebrated at a modest restaurant in Ikeja, toasting to the beginning of something bigger. Then the second phase of the contract arrived, larger than the first. The client advanced a significant sum. I transferred my friend’s share of the working capital into the joint account we had opened, trusting him completely to continue managing the operations while I focused on the client side.

[TOBILOBA @LOBAH01]

The opportunity came three years ago. A relative of mine who worked in an oil-servicing company mentioned a contract that needed reliable local partners. It was not the biggest deal, but it was solid supplying basic equipment and logistics for a short project. The capital required was more than I could raise alone. I spoke to my friend. Without hesitation, he said we should do it together. We pooled our savings, borrowed from family, and even took a small loan from a cooperative. I handled the paperwork and the client meetings because of my corporate experience. My friend handled the ground work sourcing materials, dealing with transporters, and managing the site workers.