Chapter 4: Abuja Hustle—When Success No Dey Complete

Another journey: from Benue village straight to Abuja city lights. Fresh university graduate, mind full of dreams, he yarn himself: ‘This Abuja go hear my name.’

He get job for big company, start as junior staff. The hustle real—sometimes na him dey lock office with cleaner, last to leave. Some nights, na suya by roadside dey hold belle after long shift.

Personal life no really dey. Even weekends, na networking with clients, colleagues, and oga—sometimes for Mama Kemi’s bukka, other times for big company parties where everybody dey form happy while dey look who dey talk to the boss.

After seven or eight years of grinding, MD call am—promotion to director! Family for village dey celebrate, mama dey dance round compound with wrapper for waist.

But as e climb higher, the wahala increase—deadlines everywhere, calls wey no dey finish, sleep wey dey hard. Sometimes, as he watched Abuja’s lights blink, he whispered, “Is this all I worked for?” He begin dream of escape, maybe to the quiet life for home. If na you, you go choose money or peace of mind?

This na real life gist. My friend get money, but sometimes e talk: ‘Bro, pocket dey full but spirit dey empty.’