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02/08/2025

The Exam I Was So Sure Of—That D!sgraced Me

Let me just be honest with you, school life can humble somebody ehn. Back then when I was still a student, there were days I would write an exam and come out like a king. I’ll be so overconfident that I’ve smashed the paper, even already imagining how I’ll clear everything with A’s. I’ll be gisting my friends, even helping them mark their own scripts as if I’m the examiner.

But life had other plans.

There was this particular paper I can never forget. As I dey write am, I dey feel like the lecturer go use my answers teach next year students. I was so sure that paper was a walkover. When I finished, I even dey give motivational speech outside, telling people “that exam too soft abeg.”

But my dear, when result came out, it was as if they used me to set a bad example. I fa!led that paper woefully. The disgrace was premium. I couldn’t believe it. I began to wonder if I was the one that actually sat for that exam or if my village people switched scripts on me.

But you see life? It doesn’t end there.

The same me, there were papers I just wrote for writing sake. I’ll be crying after the exam, feeling like I’ve written nonsense. I’ll tell my friends “I’m finished, I’ve just wasted my life.” But those were the same papers I ended up passing with flying colors. My best results came from exams I was sure I fa!led.

That’s when I learnt a big lesson, you’re not always the best judge of your own efforts. Sometimes, the work you think is nonsense is the one that will open doors for you. And the one you feel so confident about will humble you to your bones.

Since then, I stopped concluding on myself. Whether I feel good or b@d after something, I just tell myself, “let life decide, my own is to keep moving.”

So to you reading this, no matter how you feel after any challenge whether you dey feel like you don blow or you dey cry just calm down. Life will surprise you. The important thing is don’t stop showing up, don’t stop trying. Your miracle can be hiding inside your “n0nsense.”

01/08/2025

Thought I Had Time, But Time Left Me Behind – A True Story of REgret and Lessons

As I pen this down, my heart is heavy not just with pain, but with a regrEt that has refused to go away, even after all these years.

I finished NYSC in 2004, full of hope, believing life was just beginning. Not long after, my mother told me to es**rt her to the MTN office. I dressed smartly that day if only I knew what life had in store.

That day, I met a man.

He worked there. He liked me. We exchanged numbers, and soon after, we began talking—frequent calls, sweet words, attention. Before I knew it, I fell. Hard. And in 2005, we got married. That same year, I had my first daughter.

That was when the real journey began.

He started nagg!ng saying I was laZy, that I didn’t cook enough, didn’t take care of him properly. Instead of listening and correcting things, I’d run to my mother and report every little issue. My mum, who had money and influence, would always support me. She'd tell me, “Don’t mind him. Don't take n0nsense.” Sometimes, she gave me money so I wouldn’t have to ask my husband.

To be honest, I cooked but not consistently. I didn’t wash his clothes. I didn’t listen. I was the typical spo!led "mummy’s girl." And things went downhill fast.

One day, he raised his hand and be@t me. I packed my things and ran back to my mother’s house.

He came begging.

He apologized. Promised never to do it again.

This time, my mum insisted she would come and stay with us to “monitor” him. And she did. But the home never remained a home. Out of 100 days in a year, I spent maybe 10 in my husband’s house. The rest? I was with my mum.

Still, God showed me mercy. I had a second child another baby girl. But instead of joy, it caused more tension. My husband became angry, saying I was giving him only girls. He went and bought drugs he believed would help me conceive a boy. I told my mum.

She came and fought him.

He didn’t respond. He held his peace.

In 2008, he opened a chemist shop for me his way of saying, “Stop running to your mum, focus on us.” But I fa!led. I couldn’t manage it. My heart and legs were still in my mother’s house.

Even when he complained, I shut him down.

I still remember the moment I noticed he had started cheat!ng. I begged him to stop. I cried. But deep down, I knew I had pushed him far.

After my third daughter, we had a serious f!ght. He beat me again.

I ran back home and this time, my mum said, “You are not going back.”

My father God rest his soul begged me. He pleaded. But I stood with my mother’s words.

My husband begged. He brought church members. He apologized.

Still, I refused.

I told myself I was still young, beautiful—men would rush me.

But here I am.

Fifteen years later.

My ex-husband is remarried. He has a son now. And just two years ago, he relocated abroad with his family.

And me?

I'm here. Aging. No ring. No hello. No man to even say “How are you?”

I look in the mirror and wonder, Did I trade a home for pride? Did I listen too much to the wrong voice?

A part of me still loves my mum, but I won’t l!e a part of me can’t forgive her. She meant well. But she destrOyed what could have been saved.

Dear young woman reading this:

✅ Your marriage isn’t your mother’s marriage.
✅ Listen but don’t lose your sense of judgment.
✅ Every home has its f!ght don’t run to outsiders every time.
✅ If he’s not abus!ve, if he’s willing to work it out, stay and grow.
✅ And if you’re lucky enough to have a man who still f!ghts to keep you value it.

Because when time passes and rEgrets settle in, no one feels the emptiness but you.

31/07/2025

The Day My Brother Left and Never Returned

Some stories never make it to the news. They’re buried in silence, in tears, in the hearts of those who live through them. This one is mine.

It happened in 2002.

My elder brother had just gained admission into Enugu State University of Science and Technology (ESUT). I still remember the joy in our compound that day—friends, family, neighbours, well-wishers. Everyone came around to celebrate him. Admission back then wasn’t easy. For us, it felt like we had finally seen light after a long tunnel.

He was my mother’s only son. Her everything. Her sacrifice. Her pride. She did all kinds of menial jobs just to support him. You could see the future in her eyes every time she spoke about him.

Then came a day we never thought would mark the beginning of our downfall.

He was already in 200 level. A friend of his came around and asked him to es**rt him somewhere to deliver a message. That was all just a short trip, he said. My brother, being the simple, loyal person he was, agreed without hesitation.

That was the last day we ever saw him.

His friend came back. Alone.

No explanation. No details.

When we asked him where my brother was, he looked us in the eye and said he never went anywhere with him. Just like that. He denied everything.

We searched everywhere police stations, hospitals, shrines, even mortuaries. Nothing. His name became a whisper. My mother cried until she had no tears left. She went from shouting his name to sitting in silence, staring at the door as if he would walk in at any moment.

She couldn’t survive the shock. She collapsed one morning and was rushed to the hospital. She didn’t make it.

I watched my whole world collapse before my eyes. My brother disappeared. My mother d!ed. I became an orphan.

And life? Life didn’t wait for me to recover.

People moved on. Some acted like nothing happened. Others gave fake sympathy. Nobody wanted to be responsible for “the girl whose brother got missing and mother died of shock.”

I was left to fight for myself.

I did things I never thought I could do. I worked on farms. I hawked goods. I stayed hungry, I slept in places that broke me mentally and physically. But I survived.

Not because I was strong. But because I had no choice.

And today, I’m writing this not because I’ve fully healed—because I haven’t. But I’m writing this to say. some people carry pain you can’t see. Some people live with stories they never tell.

This is one of those stories.

So when you see someone quiet, withdrawn, or always in surv!val mode, don’t judge too quickly. Life has dealt some of us blows we didn’t see coming.

My brother’s case was never solved. His friend still walks freely. And my mother? She l!es six feet below, her heart broken, her dreams shattered.

But me?

I’m still standing.

I don’t know how.

I just am.

And if you’re reading this and life has tried to silence you too, please don’t give up.

You matter.

Your story matters.

Even if nobody claps for you, surv!ve anyway.

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31/07/2025

Being an Overthinker Almost Ruined Me

Let me take you back a bit...

I was that guy — smart, focused, and respected. The best student in my department. Course rep. Everyone knew me by name. I wasn’t just performing academically; I was building a future.

During my undergraduate days, I lived with my elder sister. She was really supportive from the start. She even encouraged me to contest for course rep, and I won. Life was moving well.

But things began to change in my 300 level.

I started to feel like my sister was no longer supporting me the way she used to. Maybe it was just pressure or me overthinking, but I began to see her differently.

Then came love.

She was beautiful, intelligent, and full of life. She had her academic struggles a lot of carryovers but I didn’t care. I helped her through all of them. I genuinely cared about her.

By 400 level, money started flowing. As course rep, I had some connections printing jobs, little contracts, project work I was doing okay.

Then came the pressure.

My girlfriend wanted this, wanted that. I was doing everything I could to please her. My sister warned me, but I didn’t listen. Love had clouded my judgment.

I slowly abandoned the printing business I was doing with my sister the very thing that was shaping my destiny.

Instead, I ran to HK, hoping to "blow" quickly.

I was there for 8 months. Nothing worked.

My girlfriend came to stay with me. The pressure to succeed tripled. We survived on borrowed money, small loans, and sometimes we just hoped someone would send us something.

I tried everything BC games, online hustle, random platforms. Anytime I was about to succeed, something would go wrong. My account would get suspended, or the platform would crash. It was like life was mocking me.

Overthinking became my daily meal.

Some days, I didn’t eat. I was battling typhoid, broke, and mentally drained. I was living in a place filled with Yahoo boys the pressure was suffocating.

Then in June 2025, I ran m@d.

Yes, I lost my mind.

I wasn’t in control of my thoughts anymore. I would sit and talk to myself. Cry for no reason. There were nights I stared at the ceiling, asking God questions I couldn’t even finish.

The girl I gave everything to? She had left me and gone back to Lagos. No calls. No check-ins. Nothing.

I tried to get back up. I left HK, moved somewhere new, and started working on another online platform. I still believed something would change.

Then, boom three of my accounts got shut down on the same day.

That broke me.

I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I couldn’t think clearly. My whole body was heavy with frustration. At this point, overthinking and wahala had become my roommates.

Then just last week Wednesday, she called me.

She said she was tired. She wanted to break up.

That phone call? It pushed me off the edge. I started acting strange again. My immediate elder brother noticed and quickly raised an alarm.

Thank God he did. I got help. I was stabilized. But that first breakdown? It was brutal.

If You’re a Young Man, Please Read This

This story isn’t made up.
This is my real life.

To every young man reading this: focus on yourself.

Love is sweet — until it messes with your mind.
Don’t abandon your dreams because someone wants you to prove love with money.
Don’t leave your destiny behind because you’re trying to satisfy someone else’s idea of success.

I’m still healing. Still learning. But I’m not the same guy anymore.

Protect your peace. Guard your mind. Stay focused.

And most importantly, no woman is worth ur downfall.

Make peace with yourself. Work hard. Take breaks when needed. And never let love push you into losing your own identity.

Mental health is real.
Depression is real.
And heartbreak no be beans.

But one thing is clear "na who still dey alive dey love."

30/07/2025

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30/07/2025

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30/07/2025

"When Life Forced Me to Start Again"

I gained admission in 2018. You’d think that would be the beginning of something great, right? But the frustration that followed was visible to anyone that came close to me. From delay in school calendar to no proper support system—life didn’t smile at me.

Then came 2021.

My younger sister got married to a wealthy oil dealer. That day changed something in me. I didn’t just dance at the wedding—I watched, I studied, and I made up my mind. I started drawing close to the man, respectfully following him, learning from his business moves and attitude.

God so good, he noticed my hunger and drive.

He brought me into his company, and within months, I was made head of operations. That year, things finally started falling into place. I made my first *one million naira*. I moved out, started dressing better, even became a regular face at the bar parlour. I won't lie, I picked up smoking too. But no matter what, I never lost focus. I was always committed to work. I gave my best.

Then life came knocking again.

November 2024—I was attacked by armed robbers. They took both of my phones and almost shot me. It was traumatic. As a man, that kind of thing shakes you to your bones. It wasn’t just the phones—they took my connection to work. I used to send daily video reports from the site, so after the incident, I went quiet for a full month.

That silence? It cost me.

My in-law the man who gave me the opportunity started pulling away. Slowly, he began surrounding himself with his blood relatives again. I noticed it, but I kept quiet. Barely two months after the robbery, my salary was slashed because they said I wasn’t keeping accurate records.

I swallowed it.

Then April 2025 came, and boom—armed robbers attacked the company itself. Out of everyone, guess who they pointed at as the suspect?

Me.

I was shattered. Confused. Angry. Hurt.

From being trusted to being accused, from being celebrated to being watched like a thief. Salary cut again. This time to a *quarter*. Nobody cared about what I had passed through. Nobody even asked how I was coping.

That was the day I told myself enough.

I dropped my resignation with my chest held high. Not because I failed, but because I was done begging to be seen. Done fighting battles I didn’t start.

It’s not the end for me.

In fact, that was the beginning of a new chapter. Because sometimes, walking away from a place that no longer values you is the boldest and wisest thing you can ever do.

To anyone reading this—if life has turned on you after a little success, don’t break. Stand. Learn. Move. Sometimes that closed door isn’t a punishment, it's redirection.

My name is not important.
My story is.
And I’m still writing it.

29/07/2025

The Only School Without Graduation

Life is truly the only school that has no graduation. You can collect all the degrees, pass every exam, even wear the best suit at convocation, and yet, life will still find a way to test you in ways you never prepared for. I am not telling someone else’s story, this is mine.

In my early twenties, I was a young man filled with dreams and hope. I was lucky to graduate early, and while I was still trying to figure out the next phase of my life, one of my very close friends was already doing well for himself. His mother was a strong woman. A real fighter. She handed over her bakery to him, and just like that, he began to make real money.

I was genuinely happy for him. I felt like life was at least fair to someone I cared about. While he was thriving, I was still struggling with my photography. I had the passion, but opportunities were hard to come by. You know how it feels to have the skill but no platform.

Then came 2013.

His business crashed. Things went from good to w0rse. It got so b@d that his siblings had to take him out of the country, hoping he would have a fresh start. But till today, nothing has really come back together. Everything fell apart.

And me? The guy who started from the bottom with just a camera and a dream? I can boldly say that my life is now stable. I am not at the top of the world, but I am not where I used to be. I have peace, growth, and a sense of direction.

That is why I always say, no matter what life gives you, stay humble. Do not look down on anyone. If life is sweet today, be thankful. If it is bitter, be patient. Life can change direction at any moment. The one winning today may be down tomorrow, and the one struggling now may be the helper you need someday.

Life is complex. There is no straight road. So while we are all trying to figure things out, let us be kind, stay humble, and never give up.

Because truly, this life is not a joke.

28/07/2025

When Life Turns Its Back on You

Sometimes, I sit alone and ask myself what exactly did I do wrong in life? Why does it feel like no matter how hard I try, things keep falling apart? I’ve seen struggle. I’ve tasted pain. And just when I thought I was catching a break, life found a way to knock me down again.

From childhood, things were never handed to me on a silver platter. I watched my peers glide through life while I had to fight for every single thing. School fees? A battle. Feeding? Another struggle. I grew up learning not to depend on anyone. The only man who ever truly had my back was my father. He believed in me when no one else did.

Before he passed, he handed me something—something small, but valuable. A piece of land and a little sum he had saved up. He looked me in the eyes and said, *"This might not be much, but it’s all I could gather. Use it well."* That single gift became my source of hope. It reminded me that maybe, just maybe, life wasn’t entirely wicked.

Then came the woman I loved—or thought I loved. She came in like light in my darkest days. She listened to my struggles, saw the tears I tried to hide, and made me believe I had finally found peace. But I didn’t know I was sleeping beside a snake.

I started noticing little things how she’d ask too many questions about what my father left me, how she’d get angry anytime I talked about investing it wisely. Then one day, I fell terribly sick. My body shut down. I was hallucinating. Everything was spinning. If not for God and a neighbor who rushed me to the hospital, I would have been long gone.

It was later I found out she had tried to poison me. Yes, the same woman who once called me "her king." All because of what my father gave me. That day, something in me broke. Not just because of the betrayal, but because I realized how dark this world could get. That someone could plot your end not because you did them wrong but simply because you have something they want.

Since then, I’ve lived more guarded. I’ve trusted less. Loved with caution. And though life still throws stones my way, I’ve learned to stand.

If you’re reading this and you feel like life has turned its back on you, you’re not alone. Some of us are just fighting invisible battles with smiles on our faces. But you must keep going. Let the pain mold you. Let the betrayal sharpen your senses. Let the hard times teach you how to survive.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how unfair life gets you’re still here. You’re still breathing. And that means your story isn’t over yet.

28/07/2025

They said he was everything a girl could ever want.
Rich. Respected. Influential.
His cars lined our street the first day he came to see me three black jeeps, each with a police es**rt. And just like that, my mother’s eyes lit up with hope she hadn’t worn in years.

To her, Chief Leonard wasn’t just a man. He was escape. He was the answer to every struggle we had endured no rent, no hunger, no more borrowing wrappers to attend events. And for that reason alone, she begged me to say yes.

But what nobody saw was the way his eyes undressed me like a thing to be bought. Nobody felt how my skin crawled when he laughed and called me “small girl.” Nobody knew how every time he held my hand, it felt like chains being locked around my wrist.

I was 22. He was 58.

“Age is just a number,” my mother said.

“No woman suffers in a rich man’s house,” she added.

But I had already seen the truth behind those gates. I had seen the way his last wife ended up in a wheelchair after a 'fall.' I had heard how his housegirls cried at night. I had seen the bruises beneath the makeup of the women who smiled for cameras and screamed in silence.

Still, my mother was desperate. She accused me of being ungrateful. “After everything I’ve suffered for you, this is how you repay me?” she shouted one night, slapping her chest like someone who had lost everything.

I wept that night—not just for me, but for her. For every dream life snatched from her hands. For every man that lied to her. For the child in her who once wanted more. I understood her pain, but I couldn’t let it choose my life for me.

So I left.

I walked away from gold-plated misery and into the unknown. I moved into a one-room apartment with no ceiling and a leaking roof. I sold second-hand clothes and tutored kids for change. My mates were snapping photos in Dubai, and I was dodging landlords and calculating how many cups of rice I could cook before payday.

But I was free.

And with every passing day, I started becoming the woman I had always prayed to be—strong, unshaken, and full of fire. Today, I’m not living in wealth, but I’m living with purpose. I’m building slowly, deeply, and truly.

The boy my heart chose? He didn’t come with money—but he came with vision. He believed in me when I had nothing. And now we are building something that money could never buy: peace, love, and partnership.

To every girl forced to choose between her freedom and her family's expectations—*hear me clearly*: You are not selfish for choosing yourself. You are not wicked for refusing to be bought.

Because what’s the point of wearing diamonds if they choke you every night?

Let them call you stubborn. Let them say you’ll regret it. But let your life prove them wrong.

27/07/2025

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