10/10/2026
You wake up to boil water. Your prepaid meter has finished. You switch to gas, only for it to run out halfway through.
You abandon the water, dress up and enter keke napep. The man tells you the price, and you negotiate it down by ₦100. You enter, only for the keke to tear your shirt.
You get to work, do your 9–5, and spend half the day wondering how the salary they pay you will ever make you a millionaire.
You return home, load ₦1,000 on your prepaid meter, and the meter gives you 6 units. You stand there wondering, “But last time, this same ₦1,000 gave me 15 units. What happened?”
You manage to eat the leftover eba and soup from yesterday, lie down on your bed and start pressing your phone. You doze off.
Suddenly, the phone slips from your hand, falls to the floor and the screen cracks.
You just stare at it. No tears. No anger. Nothing.
You simply start laughing.
There’s a very thin line between adulthood and m*dness.
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