About two weeks after I arrived in Lagos, I was still looking for a job. Everything felt new and strange—so different from my hometown. People moved fast, streets looked unfamiliar, and I didn’t know anyone. I was jobless, tired, and weak from not working, but I refused to give up.
I called one of my in-laws, Hassan, and we decided to check a construction site for work. We searched and searched, but nothing worked out.
On our way back, we passed another site and saw some older men sitting on wooden timbers, using blades to cut their hands and applying some kind of traditional medicine. They waved at us to come closer.
I told Hassan, “Don’t go near them. We have no business there.”
But I, feeling bold, stepped forward on my own. I didn’t look back.
Suddenly, a huge stick hit my shoulder. My heart sank—I was terrified. I dropped to my knees and pleaded,
“Please… I was just scared of what you were doing. That’s why I didn’t join!”
After that, they finally let me go.
Even today, I cannot forget that moment—the fear, the pain, and the relief all mixed together. It was my first real lesson in how unpredictable life in Lagos can be. #LagosLife #CityStories #SurvivalInLagos #JobHustle #NewCityAdventures #FearAndRelief #LifeLessons
I called one of my in-laws, Hassan, and we decided to check a construction site for work. We searched and searched, but nothing worked out.
On our way back, we passed another site and saw some older men sitting on wooden timbers, using blades to cut their hands and applying some kind of traditional medicine. They waved at us to come closer.
I told Hassan, “Don’t go near them. We have no business there.”
But I, feeling bold, stepped forward on my own. I didn’t look back.
Suddenly, a huge stick hit my shoulder. My heart sank—I was terrified. I dropped to my knees and pleaded,
“Please… I was just scared of what you were doing. That’s why I didn’t join!”
After that, they finally let me go.
Even today, I cannot forget that moment—the fear, the pain, and the relief all mixed together. It was my first real lesson in how unpredictable life in Lagos can be. #LagosLife #CityStories #SurvivalInLagos #JobHustle #NewCityAdventures #FearAndRelief #LifeLessons
About two weeks after I arrived in Lagos, I was still looking for a job. Everything felt new and strange—so different from my hometown. People moved fast, streets looked unfamiliar, and I didn’t know anyone. I was jobless, tired, and weak from not working, but I refused to give up.
I called one of my in-laws, Hassan, and we decided to check a construction site for work. We searched and searched, but nothing worked out.
On our way back, we passed another site and saw some older men sitting on wooden timbers, using blades to cut their hands and applying some kind of traditional medicine. They waved at us to come closer.
I told Hassan, “Don’t go near them. We have no business there.”
But I, feeling bold, stepped forward on my own. I didn’t look back.
Suddenly, a huge stick hit my shoulder. My heart sank—I was terrified. I dropped to my knees and pleaded,
“Please… I was just scared of what you were doing. That’s why I didn’t join!”
After that, they finally let me go.
Even today, I cannot forget that moment—the fear, the pain, and the relief all mixed together. It was my first real lesson in how unpredictable life in Lagos can be. #LagosLife #CityStories #SurvivalInLagos #JobHustle #NewCityAdventures #FearAndRelief #LifeLessons
