Oppression at work is real 😭
Customer: “Let me show you the snow so you know I’m not in the country” switches camera
Me: off my camera quietly 🤔
Him: “I can’t see you again, I’m trying to show you the snow!” 😭
God abeg, we sef go commot this country one day😒
I can relate to this so much.
I once resigned from my job, bought new clothes for the new role, only to get a call a day before resumption that recruitment had been “paused.”
Mad.
Had to start applying aggressively and thankfully landed something else within 2 weeks. Never again
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.
Saw this fine guy in white native again at the bus stop this morning. Second time now, so I said okay- consistency. Then we entered the same bus.
Omo, from start to his bus stop, man did not stop talking.
My admiration just did a clean 100- 0. Who needs a human podcast abeg
I’ve been keeping malice with one driver for over a year now. Even if he’s the only one at the bus stop, I won’t enter.
Guess whose bus I entered this morning because I was running late? 😭 And he’s still just as annoying as ever.
This Bimbo ehn..she dey get premium insult
Maybe na Nepo baby, I never know English will be good for insult till I met Bimbo 😂😂
That scene with Shine Roseman, I replayed up to three times. Insult line dey cry. My best scene for real😂
Reading this took me back
The first time I ever heard of lupus was through my late friend’s cousin. It wasn’t detected early enough, and we lost her
Lupus can look harmless at first, and that delay can cost a lot. I’ve seen it happen. Early diagnosis matters more than people
10 years ago, I woke up in my UNILAG hostel with a swollen face. Before 10am that day, I had already gotten to Ota to show my mother. By the time I got home, I couldn’t open one of my eyes anymore.
My mother’s first reaction was, “Ahudhubillah.” It looked like an allergic reaction but it wasn’t. I had already been in and out of the hospital since the year started. Little did I know, I hadn’t seen anything yet.
The first hospital said it was an allergic reaction. But before the end of that day, both eyes had almost completely closed. The medication wasn’t working. By the next day, the swelling had spread to my hands and feet.
The next few weeks were the hardest.
Test upon test. Symptom upon symptom. Until the final diagnosis came:
Systemic Lupus Erythematosus.
I almost set myself up this morning 😭
Alarm went off and I said “just 10 more minutes” like mumu
Next thing, one wicked mosquito started buzzing in my ear. I said ah ah who send you??
Eyes just open gbam, I grab my phone… I don sleep extra one hour 😩
“tell me I’m more than 10” 😭
in the middle of everything? sir what scale are we even using?
I can’t even blame you for laughing, that would’ve thrown me off completely
Once that kind thing enter your head, focus don go
I won’t lie though, laughing like that is a fatal move
I laughed during sex.
I was dating this cute but pint sized guy at the time and everything was going really well. No issues, no red flags… he always did everything right and I actually liked him.
So the day we finally decided to do the do, I was even excited.
Everything was going fine… until mid-way into his thrusts, I think he got carried away and started saying something.
At first I didn’t hear him properly, thought he was just moaning.
Then he said it again.
“Tell me I’m more than 10.”
I paused.
Because… what??
Before I could even process it, he said it again.
“Say I’m more than 10.”
And I don’t know what came over me, but I just burst out laughing.
Like uncontrollable laughter.
I tried to stop, I really did. But it just made it worse.
He immediately got limp, got off, and that was it.
He wouldn't talk to me. Even though i tried to apologise.
Eventually I got tired of trying to appease him, I just quietly put myself together, picked my stuff and left.
We never spoke again.
Till today, I still don’t know what he meant… more than 10 what??