I was waiting for my flight when I noticed an older man sitting across from me in the departure lounge.
He kept rubbing his right shoulder every few minutes and trying to stretch his arm.
At first, I assumed he’d simply slept on it awkwardly.
A little later, I saw him stand up to grab a coffee.
Instead of swinging his right arm naturally, he kept it tucked close to his body.
As a physiotherapist, I’ve learned to pay attention to little things most people overlook.
When he sat back down, I smiled and asked if he’d injured his shoulder recently.
He shook his head.
“No,” he said. “It’s just been aching since this morning.”
Then he laughed and added,
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"I have been busy crying since yesterday. In Nigeria, if you don't wake up with stress and anxiety, people think you're not okay.
When I first moved to Nigeria, I lived in Ikoyi and paid ₦2.5 million in rent. I later relocated to another apartment where I was paying ₦8 million annually, and the landlord insisted on two years' rent upfront, in addition to legal, caution, and agency fees totaling 10%. Recently, my landlord increased the rent from ₦8 million to ₦14.5 million per year, and I burst into teårs. This is why I keep saying people shouldn't wait until the economy affects them before speaking up, because it will eventually affect everyone. There is flooding everywhere, and now housing costs are becoming unbearable. What is the Lagos State Government doing about landlords and the rising cost of rent?"
— Miss Goldilocks speaks out after her landlord increased her rent.
@phveektordrayne@Suinotgeneris I wouldn’t want a stranger that I have to wait on right after giving birth. I had my mum. She said you look after your baby and I’ll look after mine. 🥰
I’m Tomi, 25, a UNILAG graduate.
My NYSC posting was to the Ministry of Education, Lagos Island. My heart dropped. I lived in Abule Egba with my aunt.
Transport from Abule Egba to CMS cost ₦1,500–₦2,000 one way by danfo and bus, ₦3,000–₦4,000 round trip. Five days a week would mean ₦60,000–₦80,000 monthly.
My allowance was ₦77,000. I’d have nothing left.
Camp ended Friday. I was to resume Monday.
I called my mum in Ibadan. “Mum, I can’t. After transport, I’ll have ₦0 for food. I’ll reject it.”
She said, “Tomi, go on Monday. Don’t decide from fear.”
Monday at 5:30 AM, I boarded a danfo. It cost ₦1,800 to CMS. I reached the Ministry at 10 AM, one hour late, sweaty, stressed, and ashamed.
I was ready to be shouted at. Instead, the HOD, Mrs. Akin, asked, “Where do you stay?”
“Abule Egba, ma.”
She paused. “You people from the Mainland are suffering. Go to Room 12. We just started a hybrid team.”
Room 12 had four other corps members. “You’ll come in only on Mondays and Wednesdays for meetings. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays you work from home. We’ll give you a ₦10,000 monthly stipend for data.”
Mondays and Wednesdays: ₦3,500 × 2 days × 4 weeks = ₦28,000.
Allowance ₦77,000 + stipend ₦10,000 - transport ₦28,000 = ₦59,000 left for food, savings, and sending home.
Month 2, Mrs. Akin said: “Your captions are good. My friend needs a social media manager for ₦90,000/month.”
I took it.
Month 9: Allowance ₦77k + side gig ₦90k = ₦167k/month.
Last week of service, Mrs. Akin gave me a letter: “Communications Officer. ₦200,000/month. Resume after your service.”
I moved out of my aunt’s to a flat in Yaba for ₦450k/year.
I almost rejected the posting to Lagos Island.
Now I’m glad the one that almost broke me is the one that paid me 🥹
Do not rush out of the slippery bathroom to pick your calls. Cultivate the habit of calling back when you are done instead. Airtime is far cheaper than brain surgery.
mr eazi at 19 years old borrowed ₦19 million from his uncle for business, lost the money somehow & life moved on 🤷🏾♂️
i mistakenly poured away pepper my mum sent me to grind one evening …
i saw visions of heaven & smelt smoke from hell 😭
My sister has identical twins
She’s so tired this evening and I’m on the phone with her and one of them is bothering her and she went like “Nathan… or Ethan… or whoever you are…”
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I’m Stranded in Lagos guys
I Need Your Support 🙏
Hi, my name is Esther Ubak. I came all the way from Akwa Ibom State to Lagos for an exhibition, full of hope and excitement, dreaming that this trip would open doors for my craft and creativity.
I’m a startup without funding anywhere, and to make this trip possible, I had to borrow money from friends, gather materials, and cover my travel expenses, all with the hope that the exhibition would be a success.
But things didn’t turn out as I expected. The exhibition didn’t go as planned, and now, I’m faced with the reality of having to refund every single amount I borrowed.
I really need the support I can get right now.
So here I am, still in Ajah, Lagos, with all the beautiful, handcrafted, upcycled pieces I brought along. I cannot go back home until they are sold, and every piece carries the love, time, and creativity I poured into it.
Below this post are the products available for pickup, each with its price tag clearly displayed.
So If you’re in Lagos and love unique art, this is your chance to grab something special.
📍 Location: Ajah, Lagos
📲 To order: Screenshot your favorite piece(s) and DM me on WhatsApp: +2347080501180
If you can’t afford a piece right now, you can still share this post, refer a friend, or invite someone who might love them. Your support, big or small really means the world and can help turn this setback into a blessing. 🙏
I was 21. NYSC posting: a village clinic in Osun. No light. No water. Just me, a matron in her 60s, and women who walked 3 hours for antenatal.
Day 1, a 16 year old girl came in bleeding and pregnant. Her 40-year old husband said, “It’s normal. First baby always hard.”
Matron took one look at me and said, “Corper, you go learn today.”
We had no ultrasound or blood bank. Just gloves, faith, and a torchlight I held with my mouth while Matron’s hands disappeared inside that child.
For 6 hours we fought. The girl was slipping. Matron prayed in Igala and English. I cried, thinking, “This is why I wanted to japa.” 😂
Then the baby’s cry came; a small, angry boy, alive. The 14-year-old whispered, “Aunty, thank you for not running.” 😭
Covered in blood and sweat, Matron said: “You think this work na for money? This work na for the girls who don’t know their own worth yet. You stay. You fight. You stubborn. Because if we no stubborn, who go be stubborn for them?”
That was 5 years ago.
Today I’m a doctor in Lagos with a clinic in Abule Egba. Every girl who comes in with “normal period pain” that’s been killing her for years reminds me of that torchlight and Matron’s hands. I get stubborn.
I’ve diagnosed 47 cases of advanced PID this year, done 12 fibroid surgeries, and caught 3 girls early before their wombs got damaged.
Ladies, my message is simple:
1. “Normal” pain that stops your school, work, or life? It’s NOT normal.
2. Your body is not “village people.” It’s biology. Test it. Scan it. Know it.
3. Be stubborn about your health. The world will call you dramatic. Be dramatic and alive.
That matron died 2 years ago, but her stubbornness lives in every girl I refuse to let die quietly.