The Untold

  So this week, let’s talk about work. Or in some cases, the lack of it. Because honestly? Adulthood didn’t just sneak up on us with funerals and weddings, it also showed up with job searches, hustles, and LinkedIn pressure.  😅 Over the weekend, one of my friends called for our usual catch up. But somewhere between laughs and “how’s work?” we ended up deep in life talk about careers, hustling, and how adulthood is really not serving what it promised. At one point, she went quiet and for a second I thought it was Airtel misbehaving again because I kept saying,  “Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”   👀📞 . But nope, it wasn’t the network this time. She just sighed and dropped it, “Honestly, I thought by now I’d be in a job I actually love, coming home to my own place, maybe even parking a Vitz outside. At 25, life was supposed to be shiny. But here I am, almost in my late twenties, still trying to figure out my next move.” That conversation gave me the idea to ...

  So apparently, we’ve officially entered that era where every weekend there’s either is a wedding, a Chilanga mulilo, an engagement, or a kitchen party. If it’s not yours, you’re either dancing for someone else, balancing a plate of rice and chicken, or checking your Pinterest board, trying to figure out what to wear at last minute. And if it  is  yours? Well… congratulations!! let’s just say the fun doesn’t end with the ring. 😂  Some of the “new aunties and uncles” are happily married and succeeding. They’re glowing, posting anniversary pictures, and giving us “love goals” content.  Others are engaged and busy trying to decide on colour themes, guest lists, and family politics (because suddenly everyone wants to “own” your wedding). Meanwhile at the wedding meetings ? they’re asking ‘Who’s paying for the decor? Can’t we just have this instead of that?’  Like… sorry, did I miss the part where it stopped being  my  wedding? 😂💀 Then there’s the ...

  Three months to go before 2025 ends, and I must say, this year alone has been a roller coaster. I don’t mean in the ‘adventures, lunch hangouts, and random friend escapades’ kind of way. I had one of those moments that really slapped me into realising that we’re not the babies anymore… we’re the “ new aunties/ uncles”  now. So, picture this. In the second quarter of the year, a close friend of mine lost his mother. I went to visit just to show some love and support. Now, my friend lost his dad back in his teen years, he probably had all the time in the world to cry, grieve, and slowly heal. But this time? Nah… totally different story 😬. The first time I saw him at the funeral house after he lost his mother, he looked so composed. Too composed. His face didn’t even look like someone who was mourning. Like, bro… are you even allowed   to cry or what? The usual talking and catching up led him to spill the truth about the pressure being all on him as the firstborn in his “...