Diary of a 20-something Nigerian: considering fraud, popsicle dates, and the state of my bank account
It’s 4:21 PM, Thursday 2nd May.
If how I write dates is weird, I’m sorry, as long as you know what time and day it is, I don’t really care the shit.
I didn’t publish last week because I was overwhelmed and a lot was/is going on. Work and life have been so intense lately, it feels like I cant catch a break.
Not even really in a depressed way, more in a “Damn, I just need to shut down for a couple of days” way.
Thankfully, the next article isn’t so heavy (if you want to read the last one I published, here it is. It’s about mental health and I spoke to a few people. I enjoyed making it.) It’s about the city I currently live in — Abuja — so it’s not too stressful.
Still going to speak to one or two people to flesh out the article a bit.
It’s so crazy how as an adult you could be going through a nasty break-up, lose a family member, or just be having the worst time, but you just have to keep on keeping on.
Like, that is insane to me.
That’s how the past two weeks have been for me.
I was on a walk earlier today and I realised I have such a profound respect for content creators across all mediums.
The consistency it takes to put out content so religiously that it builds its audience and then that audience is so large that you make money from it?
Mind-boggling.
I feel like if I didn’t take that long ass break with this, it would be bigger than it is now. But that’s why I’m grateful to be alive. I can start again.
I’ve been taking a lot of long walks lately.
Mostly because I was using my brother’s running shoes and now he has taken them back to school with him, so I’m substituting my runs for long walks.
Cardio is cardio, innit?
I’m really enjoying the walks anyway, they’re very… reflective.
Because I can’t consistently be on my phone as I walk, I’m usually very present and aware, but it also gets to a point where your body is on autopilot and then your mind wanders slightly.
That’s when the thinking happens.
Anyways people are really doing this 9–5 thing till they retire? Omo.
How can we hack the system, please? I don’t have entrepreneurial spirit, mind you, so what I’m looking for now is how to get one foolishly large money, then just work on passion projects till I die.
Let me just find one $100 million to refresh my spirit and be focused.
Sigh.
Its Saturday, 4th of May, 8:18 PM
Today has been such a day.
Added a set to my normal Saturday workout to see if I could do it — I did — and that was intense in the best way. Then took a lil nap, woke up and watched about 67 hours of YouTube, then I got ready to go to a popsicle place with a friend.
He’s been in Abuja for a while but our schedules never align so we’ve just never seen. Today was cute. I also go to the popsicle place (it’s called Frosty Pops in Wuse) quite a bit because they’re really cute and also affordable (it’s ₦2700 for one).
After that, I went to the mall to just close my eyes — and open my wallet — to get new running shoes and replace my face wash.
I’m back home now listening to Promiscuous Girl (this song is such a banger, who remembers it?) as I write this and I’m exhausted.
In a good way, of course. But it’s definitely been a day.
Let me go and eat before I drop dead and break my father’s tiles.
It’s 1:45 PM on Monday, the 6th of May.
I just finished the article I was writing about affordable things to do in Abuja, which will probably come out on Wednesday (?) I think.
It was really fun writing it, and I felt like it was needed considering how heavy the last article was.
It’s been a good weekend, I went out, wrote that article, and worked out… good stuff.
The only thing that isn’t good is my account balance.
What’s really the science behind getting your salary and then it finishing in a week? Like, we need to investigate this thoroughly.
Granted, I don’t normally spend so much so fast, but all the things I spent on are actually important (skincare, new running shoes, bought a cake for my friend who’s been feeling sad, glasses… ).
Times like this are when I wish I had another source of income.
Times like this also make me wish I felt comfortable enough to ask my father for money. I’ve always said I’d be way richer if I just asked my parents for things.
I don’t even want to really get into why it makes me so uncomfortable because I’m trying to end this entry not start a new one, and I’m not sure you guys want to hear about my daddy issues, so.
Anyways, I hope your week has started well, thank you for reading and existing.
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