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  • NabeehaAndHerSisters: An Abduction in the Federal Capital

    How did this happen? 

    On the evening of January 2, 2024,  a group of kidnappers attacked the Al-Kadiriyah family in their home at Bwari Area Council. In an effort to thwart the operation, the sisters’ father reportedly made a frantic call to his brother — the girls’ uncle — to alert the police. The police arrived at the scene before the kidnappers fled, but they couldn’t stop them. Unfortunately, the kidnappers took their first casualty that same evening. The uncle, who was with the police, was shot dead by the kidnappers. 

    With nothing in their way, the kidnappers took the girls and their dad. This event first broke on social media the morning after, when a family member announced what happened on her X account and prayed for their safe return. 

    On January 5, Mr Al-Kadiriyah returned home. The kidnappers let him go with one demand: a ₦60m ransom for the six girls. The deadline was Friday, January 12. Subsequently, a crowdfunding campaign kicked off on X with the hashtag #Najeebahandhersisters

    Unfortunately, the full ransom couldn’t be realised before the deadline passed, and all efforts to negotiate with the kidnappers were unsuccessful. 

    What’s happening now?

    On Saturday, the girls’ family member, Asiya Adamu, who has been at the forefront of the campaign to get them back home had heartbreaking news: Nabeeha had been murdered by her abductors. Nabeeha was buried later on Saturday.

    The kidnappers have increased the ransom to ₦65m and have given the family a new deadline of Wednesday, January 17, 2024. 

    What is the police doing about this?

    Before Nabeeha’s murder, it wasn’t entirely clear how much the police were involved in the plan to save the girls. The Force Public Relations Officer (FPRO), Olumuyiwa Adejobi, however, claimed the police have been working on the case and urged the family to reach out to him.

    The PRO released another statement, promising that the force is still on top of the situation and “diligently coordinating efforts to address this and prevent any further occurrence.”

    What can you do to help?

    You can lend a voice to the efforts to bring the girls back safely. The hashtag to use is #Najeebahandhersisters. While at it, call on the FCT senator, Ireti Kingibe, and the FCT Minister, Nyesom Wike, to get involved. The crowdfunding campaign to raise the ₦65m ransom is still ongoing. Please, consider making a donation. Find the details below:

  • Diphtheria Outbreak: What You Need to Know

    On July 3, 2023, Dr Sadiq Abdulrahman, the director of the Federal Capital Territory (FCT) Public Health Department, announced the diphtheria outbreak in some parts of Abuja. And there have been 8 suspected cases and the unfortunate death of a four-year-old child. 

    This diphtheria outbreak started earlier this year in January, with multiple cases being confirmed in Lagos, Yobe, Katsina, Osun, Cross River, and Kaduna. So far, at least 80 deaths have also been recorded. 

    To prevent the further spread of this disease across neighbouring states, the FCT Public Health Department is set to implement state border surveillance while advising residents to take their personal hygiene very seriously. 

    What exactly is Diphtheria?

    The bacterial strain Corynebacterium diphtheriae, which releases toxins into the bloodstream, is what causes diphtheria, an infectious disease. This illness typically affects the mucous membranes of the nose and throat in infected people, resulting in difficulties swallowing and breathing. 

    Diphtheria’s fatality rate is up to 20%. As you progress through reading this article, you’ll learn more about its spread, preventive measures, and treatment. 

    Unfortunately, this disease is contagious and spreads by:

    • Respiratory droplets, i.e. if you’re sneezed or coughed on by an infected person 
    • Secretions: being directly exposed to the saliva or mucus of an infected person
    • Contaminated personal items: people in the same household as an infected person are also at risk as personal items like towels or tissues may be contaminated. 
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    What are the symptoms to look out for?

    Diphtheria has an incubation period of 2-5 days, and in some cases, 10 days, after which symptoms will appear. Some common signs are:

    • Weakness
    • Sore throat and hoarseness
    • Swallowing and breathing difficulties
    • Appetite loss
    • Fever
    • Swollen glands in the neck
    • A thick grey or white patch at the back of the throat. 
    Source: Vanguard News

    It’s advised to see a doctor immediately after exposure to diphtheria, as it can lead to complications such as kidney failure, paralysis, nerve damage, heart damage (myocarditis), and death. 

    Is there any treatment for this disease?

    Being a bacterial infection, it can be treated with antibiotics to eradicate and stop the spread of the disease. However, vaccines are one of the most effective ways of combating and preventing this illness. 

    The diphtheria vaccine is one of the childhood vaccinations, and it’s given at different stages: 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, 15 to 18 months, and 4 to 6 years of age. Booster shots are also given at around 11 to 12 years old to maintain immunity to this disease. 

    Also, an important prevention method is maintaining good personal and environmental hygiene. 

    What has the government done so far?

    In response to this situation, the FCT Health and Human Services Secretariat has initiated the Diphtheria Incident Management System (IMS), which involves case finding by sample collection and community awareness programmes. Residents are also encouraged to visit any of the 400 vaccine outlets within the state. Rivers State is also calling for the statewide vaccination of children, and the State Emergency Response Team has been placed on red alert.

    Also, the Nigeria Centre for Disease Control (NCDC) has deployed Rapid Response Teams (RRT) and the Diphtheria IMS to affected states. Physicians and scientists are also being trained, along with the supply of laboratory and sample collection tools nationwide. 

    Hopefully, this bacterial infection will be contained as soon as possible before it escalates into a nationwide epidemic. 

  • #EndSARS: Chijioke Iloanya’s Sister Starts Solo Protest in Abuja

    Ada is determined to see justice served for the disappearance of her brother, Chijioke Iloanya. Chijioke’s case was part of what fueled the 2020 #EndSARS protest after he went missing in 2012. The notorious Awkuzu SARS in Anambra, where Chijoke lived with his family, is said to be responsible, and there’s a face and name for who to hold accountable. Now, Ada is staging a solo protest at the National Assembly in Abuja, demanding justice for her brother and other victims of police brutality. 

    The Nigeria Police Force’s vision is “To make Nigeria safer and more secure…to create a safe and secure environment for everyone living in Nigeria.”

    However, this vision has been nothing short of a nightmare for Ada and her family, who have been searching for elusive justice for the past 11 years. Ada narrated to Citizen everything that has led her up to this moment.

    Walk us through why you’re staging this protest

    My brother, Chijioke, was arrested by the Nigerian police on November 29, 2012. Then he was transferred to Awkuzu Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS) in Anambra state before my mum could bail him out.

    When my parents tried to bail him out at Awkuzu SARS, they denied having him at first. My parents were about to leave the station when they saw my brother being led in, and my mum raised the alarm that he was the one they came to bail out. My parents were thrown out, and it would take several days before they were allowed into the station.

    When they eventually got access, they met James Nwafor, the officer in charge of the SARS unit. When my mum asked for my brother, he told her that if it was those boys (including my brother) she was looking for, he’d already killed them and that there was nothing she could do about it.

    My mum slumped when she heard it and was taken to the hospital. This started this journey for us, and we’ve been trying to get justice in different ways. In 2019, I wrote about it on Twitter. In 2020, I called out James Nwafor because I saw his handle on Twitter.

    I’ve written petitions to the National Human Rights Commission (NHRC). I’ve also written petitions to different Inspector Generals of the Police

    We went to the #EndSARS panel in 2020. The Anambra state government hasn’t made the panel’s recommendations and findings public. No whitepaper has been released either. Nothing has happened. James Nwafor is still a free man while we’re still in the pain of losing our brother and son. Other families have lost someone to James Nwafor, and others have been victims of police brutality. 

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    It’s tough what you and your family have had to go through

    I started this protest on July 3. It will go on for ten days, ending on July 13. The reason it’s happening now is because it’s going to three years since we wrote a petition and went to a panel for #EndSARS to demand justice over the death of my brother, Chijioke. 

    The panel made findings and recommendations, but we’ve not gotten that yet, up till now. I’m also doing this because I’m getting tired. I have a life outside of this. My life revolves around Chijioke, and I would like justice for him. It draws me back whenever someone sees me and asks if something has been done about my brother’s case. I have no good answer to that, and that has to change.

    July is also Chijioke’s birth month, which makes this symbolic. His birthday is July 13, which I’ve chosen as the day to end the protest. Because I’ve fought for justice for my brother, other people who have been victims of police brutality have reached out to me as a point of contact. They tell me about family members they’ve lost, and I feel so bad I can do nothing for them. The least I can do is use my voice to speak on their behalf. So while I’m advocating for Chijioke, I’m also trying to get justice for them because we deserve it.

    How’s it been so far?

    I’ve been pushing, although it’s been getting harder and harder. Yesterday’s protest was harder than Monday’s because the sun was scorching hot, and I had to stand for long hours without a place to sit. When I get tired, I sit at the barricades, which still places me under the sun’s searing heat.

    It rained in the morning today so I couldn’t start early. But I’m here now, protesting. I’ve noticed that people have been asking me to go to Ahmed Isah (Ordinary Ahmed of Brekete Family). But when I first tweeted about it, some people like Segalink tried to help, but nothing happened. So I’m conflicted. Do I reach out to him? Would it change anything or not? Also, it’s not just about me. What about other families? It’s a little convenient for me because I’m based in Abuja but what about them? Do they spend their money to come to Abuja to meet Ahmed when it’s easier to arrest James Nwafor immediately? 

    What would you like to see happen?

    Start the investigation and prosecution of James Nwafor immediately. Let each state release its #EndSARS panel reports, whitepapers and recommendations to the public. It makes no sense for ordinary citizens to seek justice through one man who is probably overwhelmed with so much. Why should I rely on a regular Nigerian to help me when we have institutions that aren’t doing their jobs? It’s unfair. I’ve been here since having people look at me with pity, and I don’t want that. I just want justice.

  • Stay in Lagos: Houses in These 6 Areas Are No Less Expensive

    I heard people are complaining, yet again, about the criminal rent prices in Lagos.

    Even if you’re lucky to find a reasonably priced apartment, give it a year, and inflation will greet you in typical fashion.

    But if you want to run away from Lagos because of rent prices, avoid a case of “from frying pan to fire” by crossing these places off your list.

    “Abuja is no better”

    — Debby, 35

    I thought Lagos was bad till I moved to Abuja in early 2022. I only looked for apartments in what we’d call the “suburbs”, like Kubwa and Lugbe. Tell me why I was hearing ₦1.7m to ₦1.8m for two-bedroom apartments?

    “They’ve moved Lagos craze to Ibadan”

    — Torera, 28

    Gone are the days when people move to Ibadan because they can’t afford Lagos. If you have a certain standard of living and want a decent one-bedroom mini flat in places like Bodija, just hold like ₦1m, minus agent fees.

    “Port Harcourt is also pricey”

    — Odi, 27

    Renting here is also pricey, especially well-known residential estates or GRAs like Eliozu, Woji and the like. Two-bedroom apartments in these areas can cost as much as ₦900k – ₦1.2m per annum, but it’d most likely be a new building and really standard.

    “The agents in Ado-Ekiti are in a weird competition”

    — Ope, 33

    I moved here in 2019 when you could still find standard three-bedroom apartments for between ₦200k to ₦250k. Now, you may need to budget around ₦400k if you want a new two-bedroom apartment with basic amenities, especially around areas close to the tertiary institutions. The prices may not be as bad as Lagos, but the business prospects in Ekiti are next to nothing, so it doesn’t make sense.

    Then there are the agents who love to increase rent every year, as if they’re chasing them. 

    “The popular areas in Ilorin cost more”

    — Adetola, 30

    Rent is quite reasonable in Ilorin, except if you’re looking in places like Tanke or the GRA. GRA is the best area in Ilorin, and you can get a two-bedroom apartment for around ₦400k – ₦550k per annum. It’s not as much as what it’d cost in Lagos, but it can also be ridiculous, considering it’s much lesser in the inner towns.


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    “You won’t even see what you’re paying for in Abeokuta”

    — Dara, 25

    You can get a one-bedroom apartment at around ₦400k in Oke-Mosan — which is one of the nicer neighbourhoods in the city — but my problem is you won’t even see what you’re paying for. It’s either the road is bad, the landlord wakes up and decides to increase the rent or light becomes an issue.


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  • How Did Abuja Become the Capital of Nigeria?

    Many people know Abuja as Nigeria’s capital city, but not everyone knows how this happened and why it happened. 

    Let’s take a trip down memory lane.

    Why the change in capital?

    Lagos has always been the commercial hub of Nigeria, especially due to its close proximity to the Atlantic Ocean. This was useful for slave masters in the slave trade era and later on, as a means to transport the nation’s resources for profit in the colonial era.

    Business in Lagos grew so big that it later became Nigeria’s capital during independence in 1960. But there was a problem. This commercialisation started to affect residents, as there was a population boom in the 1970s and 1980s which affected access to basic amenities like light and water.

    Coupled with fears of Lagos as a potential security risk due to the Nigerian Civil War, General Muritala Mohammed decided in 1975 to set up a panel to study whether or not Lagos could hold its dual position as a federal and state capital. The resolution was to move the Federal Capital Territory out of Lagos and into Abuja. This brings us to the next question. 

    Why was Abuja picked as the new capital?

    The answer is simple — because of its position on the Nigerian map. 

    Located in the centre of the nation, Abuja was seen as a neutral point for the diverse religious and ethnic groups that made up Nigeria. It was also seen as an accessible location to all Nigerians, regardless of their origin.

    How was Abuja built?

    While preparing to build Abuja, Nigeria studied other major capitals for inspiration on how to plan the city. Examples of such cities were Brasilia, the capital of Brazil; Paris, the capital of France; Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan; and Washington D.C., the capital of United States of America.

    A combination of five American firms made the blueprint for Nigeria’s capital: Planning Research Corporation, Wallace, McHarg, Roberts and Todd, and Archisystems. They were collectively known as the International Planning Associates (IPA). 

    Construction work started in the 1980s. At the end of that period, there was a functional water and telephone system to cater to one million people. Hospitals were built and a university was established in 1988. By the close of the decade, many people were flocking to what was being dubbed the Center of Unity. 

    On December 12, 1991, General Ibrahim Babangida made it official and crowned Abuja as the new capital of Nigeria.

    But what happened to the native residents?

    Abuja wasn’t just some deserted grassland before 1991. The area was inhabited by ethnic groups like the Gbagyi, Koro, Gade, and Gwandara. These groups had lived on the lands for over 4,000 years. The relocation of the capital from Lagos displaced these natives. Their primary means of livelihood — farming — were affected by the construction work. 

    There were over 800 villages in the location over which the Federal Capital Territory (FCT) was built according to Al Jazeera. The government created committees to oversee the relocation process and provide compensation for affected natives. When indigenes didn’t move as fast as expected, the government considered relocating them involuntarily and pushing them to the new capital’s fringes.

    Should the move have happened? 

    While many Nigerians would agree that transportation and road networking is far more favourable in the FCT, Lagos generates by far more revenue. Lagos is also often considered to be the state with more great job opportunities. This is quite unlike Abuja. There, people often claim you need to have connections in government parastatals in order to get jobs.

    However, in terms of security and cost of living, it seems that the Federal Government made a good choice. Lagos’ crime rate is currently 71.6% while Abuja is 61.03%. Lagos is also a more expensive city than Abuja, ranking No. 55 in the 2022 Mercer Cost of Living Survey while Abuja is 147.

  • Will the Abuja-Kaduna Railway Ever Be Safe to Reopen?

    Just hours to the planned November 26, 2022 resumption of operations on the Abuja-Kaduna railway corridor, the Federal Government announced a postponement. It’s not the first time the government has postponed a planned resumption since terrorists attacked the railway corridor in March.

    But more than the government’s erratic announcements and postponements, Nigerians remain worried about the safety of the corridor.


    What caused this safety concern?

    In March 2022, terrorists attacked a train travelling from Abuja to Kaduna and killed eight people. They kidnapped more than 60 passengers and the last set of hostages didn’t regain their freedom until October 2022.





    Damage on the Abuja-Kaduna carriage [BBC]

    It was the second major attack on the railway corridor after terrorists opened fire on another train in October 2021.

    How did the government respond?

    Even though all the hostages from the train attack are back home, the terrorists who kidnapped them haven’t been arrested. The only person the government has managed to arrest is a journalist who negotiated a ₦2 billion ransom for the terrorists in exchange for hostages.

    In August, the Minister of Transportation, Muazu Jaji Sambo, announced the government’s plan to install surveillance equipment around the corridor to prevent future attacks. But three months later, there are reports the equipment have not yet been installed

    Is the Abuja-Kaduna train safe?

    Even though the government has announced that passengers need to provide their national identification number (NIN) and phone number to buy a ticket, is that enough? 

    Naturally, Nigerians are reacting to the planned reopening and they aren’t too pleased with the government’s efforts.


    There have been reports of illegal NIN enrollment offices across the country, and terrorists can use them to bypass identification safeguards. The heightened insecurity in Kaduna also doesn’t help, as terrorists killed 645 people in the state in the first half of 2022 alone.

    When the Abuja-Kaduna railway corridor eventually reopens do you trust the Nigerian government to protect the lives of passengers?



  • How Are Abuja Residents Dealing With Terror Alerts?

    The past week hasn’t been the best time to be an Abuja resident as five first-world countries raised alarm about possible terror attacks. The United States has gone as far as evacuating government staff back home and the United Kingdom, Australia, and Ireland have reduced consular services. It’s indeed a very critical period in Abuja.

    To gain a sense of how life currently is in Nigeria’s capital city, Citizen spoke to four Abuja residents — Elizabeth, a 24-year-old who lives in Garki, Noa, a 34-year-old who lives in Karu, *Jane, a 25-year-old who lives in Gwarimpa and *Stephen, a 36-year-old who lives in Kubwa.

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    Do you think the terror alert is credible?

    Elizabeth — marketing intern 

    “I believe it’s a rumor because foreigners can’t be trusted, and they tend to say things to suit you when they mean something else. Our country could very well be blindsided on this terrorism thing.”

    Jane — product manager

    “I don’t think there’s going to be a terrorist attack, or at least not in the areas people think. When the terrorists want to attack and notify the government, it’s either one of two things — the terrorists won’t attack where people think or there’s no terrorist attack happening at all. Or maybe it’s not going to happen in Abuja, but somewhere else in Nigeria. This is because they know that when they notify the state, the state will tighten security and that’s literally a death trap.

    “There would also be an issue in the sense of weapon sophistication because these guys can’t carry armored tanks like the army. So, even if they attack at all, it may be in remote areas like Buari, Kuali, or any of the remote towns.”

    Has the terror alert affected lives personally?

    Noa — businessman

    “The terrorism alert hasn’t really affected me or my business because we’re going about our day as usual. The bars are open and even new ones are springing up on a daily basis. I know I saw one yesterday that was full to capacity. The joints are still there and people are eating roasted fish. We’re really not bothered about the terror alert. 


    Stephen — logistics and cab driver

    “The security alert has really impacted negatively on the transportation sector. For instance, I was expecting to receive customers that used British Airways to arrive in Nigeria on Saturday and Sunday, but the flights were canceled. It hurt because I was expecting to make a lot of money. Even the Jabi Lake Mall has been closed due to the alert, and that’s an income source for me too.”

    Jane

    “On Sunday, my family members said we shouldn’t go to church but I bluntly refused and went anyway. We’ve been getting warnings not to go to specific places and police hotlines were sent for every area in Abuja, which has made my family extra cautious.”

    Are people on edge with everything going on?

    Elizabeth

    “There are some people that are more cautious, there are some that haven’t reacted, and there are some that are very indifferent, like me. People have even been going to Halloween parties and posting themselves on social media. In my neighbourhood, there’s not much of a difference.”

    Noa

    “We all know our neighbors, and we know when new faces come into the area. It’s not just this terror alert. We’ve been vigilant since the whole issue of terrorism began. We once had a bomb blast at Nyaya, close to where I stay. Since then, we’ve been very vigilant about new faces in the area. We’re not really scared.”

    Jane

    “There’s a lot of fear in the air. There’s news going around that the last time the U.S. told its citizens to leave, there was a bomb attack immediately after they left. For the U.S. to tell its citizens again to leave, something is really about to happen. For me, I could easily pack my bags and leave Abuja because I have a family waiting for me in Lagos. But for most people here, this is their only home. They have no other choice but to stay here. People are trying to stay at home a bit more and be on the lookout.”

    Has the government responded well?

    Noa

    “We see the Nigeria Police and the Army doing patrols on a daily basis, which is a good thing. Gathering intelligence is never easy, so I guess they’re good at what they do. As long as they’re not harassing us, and we’re law-abiding citizens, I guess we’re fine with them doing what they have to do to prevent this.

    The street boys that hawk on the street or push wheelbarrows in the markets can be seen at night with axes and cutlasses guarding the neighbourhood. I can also say that it’s a form of preparation for the terrorists when they come.”

    Jane

    “I have mixed feelings about this. I feel a bit secure because back when I was at the Law School in Bwari, some terrorists sent us a letter. The government placed enough security personnel around the school and I felt safe. So, at least, I know that the government can actually respond well. 

    Now, as to why I don’t feel safe, how many military officers do we have? Can they really protect the whole of Abuja? But with the presence of Aso Rock, there’s some assurance of safety. Bombing Aso Rock is just like bombing the White House — there’s a very rare chance of that happening.”

    Elizabeth

    “I can’t say there’s been so much extra security presence that really struck me. But there can never be anything like enough security measures. If there’s a bomb, no matter how many soldiers in the army or policemen, it would still explode; unless they have bomb detectors, and they’re actively checking for bombs.” 

    What should the government be doing better?

    Jane

    “I feel they should do more to calm the level of hysteria around here. I think there should be an official document which tells us what to do in case there’s a terrorist attack and the full details of the situation. There should also be the appearance of military tanks and weapons in public places like mosques, schools, and churches if they have the manpower too. But, this will be hard for a government that doesn’t believe there’s anything like a terrorist attack in the first place.”

    Stephen

    “The fact that these malls are closed and flights are cancelled shows there’s a considerable amount of panic. Lai Mohammed should not tell us to just disregard it completely. He needs to tell us how we can cope with this. US and UK and all those oyibo countries can’t be wrong.”

    Can Nigeria contain terrorism?

    Nigeria hasn’t had it easy with terrorism in 2022 with a number of attacks recorded all over the country, including an attack on Kuje Prison in Abuja that freed many terrorists in July.

    More recently, on October 29, terrorists attacked a Nigerian Army base that housed suspected terrorists in Wawa, Niger State.

    In response to the recent terrorism alerts, the Inspector-General of Police, Usman Baba, initiated a Counter Terrorism Incident Simulation exercise codenamed “Operation Darkin Gaggawa.”



    [Image source: Sahara Reporters]

    The Minister of Information, Lai Mohammed, dismissed the alerts and assured Nigerians the government is in charge. Only time will tell.


    **Subjects’ names have been changed to protect their identities.

    ALSO READ: How Buhari Negotiated with Terrorists And Lost

  • What To Do When There’s a Terrorist Threat Alert in Nigeria

    On October 23, 2022, the United States Embassy in Abuja warned American citizens of an “elevated risk” of terror attacks in Nigeria, especially in Abuja. 

    Just when we were catching some rest for the weekend and looking forward to salary week, the terror alert popped up to remind us that there’s no rest in this country.

    What are the possible targets?

     Possible targets for terrorists include:

    • Government buildings
    • Places of worship
    • Schools
    • Markets
    • Shopping malls
    • Hotels
    • Bars
    • Restaurants
    • Sports gatherings
    • Transport terminals
    • Law enforcement facilities
    • International organisations

    How serious is this alert?

    This isn’t the first time a foreign government has issued terror threat alert in Nigeria in 2022. In July, the US and United Kingdom alerted their citizens with separate warnings of an imminent rise in crime in Abuja. The advisories followed the prison escape of over 400 inmates, many of whom were convicted terrorists, from Kuje Prison.

    How are security agencies reacting to this? 

    The Department of State Services (DSS) has called for calm over the U.S. advisory but asked Nigerians to remain vigilant. The agency said it was working with other security agencies to maintain peace and order across Nigeria. Given that the president himself is out of the country, it might be hard to find that reassuring.

    What can you do?

    The U.S. government wants its citizens to take some precautions in light of the feared attacks and that’s what we should all do:

    • Avoid crowds as much as possible. Terror attacks are often designed for maximum impact and crowds are easy targets.
    • Avoid all non-essential travel or movement.
    • Be aware of your surroundings and report any unusual faces or movements to the nearest authorities. Communal vigilance is essential in periods of high security threats.
    • Carry a form of identification at all times.
    • Review your personal security plans and keep your cell phone charged in case of emergency.

    Ultimately, it’s important not to panic. This sounds like something the government would say but it makes sense — unwarranted panic can create even more trouble than any credible threat of danger. 

  • I Spent ₦310k on a 6-Day Getaway in Abuja: The Breakdown

    I spent the first week of August 2022 exploring Abuja. I’ve lived here all my life but haven’t really explored the city because I have very strict Nigerian parents. I needed a break from house chores and some time to hang out with friends without thinking about getting back home early. So let’s just say, I found a way to get them off my case for a week.  Here’s a breakdown of what my budget for two looked like if you’re planning to do the same.

    Our starting budget for this trip was ₦200k for six days. Let’s see how well that worked out.

    Accommodation

    Criteria for picking a hotel

    • Proximity to central locations

    I started with a Google search for hotels within town — preferably within the Municipal Area Council like Wuse, Maitama, Wuye and Utako. If you want to push it, Garki and Lifecamp should be your worst-case scenario. 

    Staying outside those areas adds to your transport fare because most of the spots to eat and have fun are located in those central areas. If you hear anything like Kubwa, Lugbe, Lokogoma or Karimo, don’t try it — well, except the accommodation you’re getting is free.

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    • Price point and quality

    Now that you’ve gotten a sense of the areas to consider, the hotel rates are a completely different ball game. The closer you are to central areas, the more expensive the rates are. Our ₦200k budget covered only three nights in some hotels, so imagine the stress we went through trying to find a decent place that wouldn’t wreck my bank account. 

    “Decent” meant the beddings were extremely neat — even though I always bring mine — bathrooms had walk-in showers and standard rooms come with complimentary breakfast. And considering the insecurity, the hotel had to be in a largely residential area where there are usually a lot of security guards.

    With those two main criteria, three options came up: the White Royalty Palace Hotel, Maitama; Imah Apartments, Wuse Zone 5; and Belmont Hotel, Wuye. White Royalty was ₦20k per night, Imah was going for ₦15k, while Belmont was ₦25k. At the start of my trip, the last two were fully booked. We checked them out on the third day of my trip, but I’ll share my experience at White Royalty first.

    This hotel made the list because a friend recommended it as one of the more affordable places to try. We’d rate our experience there 6/10, and here’s why:

    Pros:

    • Located in a central area, very accessible and serene.
    • Rooms are available for ₦20k a night, quite affordable in Abuja. However, I’d say, if you can, squeeze out ₦5k extra to get the ₦25k room which is much more spacious.
    • Bathrooms with walk-in showers and a water heater.

    Con:

    • No full-sized mirrors in the rooms, which made it hard to see whether you were looking like a snack.
    • Mattresses were not as firm as hotel beds should be. 
    • Beddings weren’t neat enough. I got a torn blanket in my room on my second night.
    • Cleaning service was a 2/5 for me.
    • No complimentary breakfast
    • Walls so thin, you’ll hear everything going on in the next room.

    After spending three nights at White Royalty Palace Hotel, we decided to check out Imah Apartments. It was ₦15k per night, so I was very sceptical. But who doesn’t like cheap thrills? 

    First, the location was off the mark. Yes, it was in a central area, but the roads were too narrow for two cars to move freely at the same time, and the building needed renovation because it looked run down and old. The staff, however, were very polite and carried our bags up the three flights of stairs we had to climb.

    Note that Imah Apartments isn’t a hotel. It’s a short-let apartment in a building, where people can rent out one of the four rooms for ₦15k per night, or ₦65k for all the rooms. 

    The rooms looked pretty decent, but they were tiny and the ones available had bathtubs instead of showers. I’m scared of slipping and falling in tubs, so it was a no for me. I may have overlooked those flaws if the whole place didn’t smell like burnt soup. 

    Pros:

    • Affordable.
    • Located in a central area.
    • Easy to locate and the staff were helpful with directions.

    Cons:

    • Rooms are very small.
    • Not the cleanest space.
    • Not a place you can check into late at night because the reception closes at 10 p.m. But if you call ahead, they can wait for you to arrive. It also didn’t feel secure because there was no one at the reception most times.
    • No complimentary breakfast.
    Reception hall

    We ended up not staying at Imah apartments, and checked into Belmont Hotel, Wuye, the same day. The reviews on Google were encouraging, so we decided to check it out. I called to confirm if they had a standard room for ₦25k available because some reviewers mentioned that they were always booked. Luckily, they had one available when we called.

    I was sold by the ambience at the reception. Everywhere smelt nice and looked extremely neat. The room didn’t disappoint either. My only issue would be the space, but ₦25k is their cheapest, so I wasn’t surprised.

    Pros:

    • Affordable, and every room came with a complimentary breakfast.
    • Food was quite affordable for a hotel because we could get a plate of fried yam and egg sauce for ₦3k. 
    • Staff was very nice and helpful with getting our bags in and out of the room.
    • Secure space with security cameras at almost every corner of the corridors and staircase
    • Extremely neat bathrooms.

    Cons:

    • While the location is accessible and not too far from the central areas, Bolt fares from the hotel cost an average of ₦1k – ₦1.1k compared to the ₦600 – ₦800 you’d pay if you were staying in other areas.
    • Access road to the hotel was locked between 7 – 10 p.m. You’d have to walk down to the hotel if you came back really late. 

    Between the three nights, we spent at White Royal Palace Hotel and the two at Belmont Hotel, we spent ₦115k.

    Thought Pyramid, Wuse

    Food

    If you eat like a thief in the night, Abuja will finish your money. We spent ₦110K to feed two people for a week. But in this economy, that’s fair.

    For the most part, we binged on Chicken Republic food because it was the most convenient and affordable to buy. 

    We basically ate one meal a day and binged on snacks from supermarkets around our hotel.

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    Activities

    It’s obvious what we really did in Abuja was eat, but here are some of the fun activities we tried:

    Trukadero bowling alley

    Things are a lot pricier than they used to be and Value Added Tax (VAT) is another issue, but if you’re visiting Abuja for leisure, you need to be sure you can tick these boxes. My favourite activity was the paint and sip because there’s live music close by, with a Bluetooth speaker if you’d like to play your own music. 

    Paint and sip

    Overall, I went over my ₦200k budget by ₦99k. I also didn’t bother tracking the money I spent on Bolt beyond the ₦10k cash I spent in about three days. But don’t stress, the fares range between ₦600 – ₦1100. So I’d say, ₦350k is an ideal budget for one week of fun in Abuja.

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  • 7 Hangout Spots in Abuja for When You’re Feeling Adventurous

    You already know Abuja is the place to go when Lagos traffic succeeds in beating you within an inch of your life. 

    So, what’s it like navigating Abuja and trying to live out your best Dora the explorer impression? Here’s a list of cool hangout spots to include on your “to-go” plans.

    Keje Grill

    — Wuse 2, Abuja

    This spot offers almost everything; outdoor dining, cocktail bar and even karaoke. According to Conrad, it’s a great spot for when you’re feeling yourself and want to run into half of the people in your body count.

    Cube Cafe

    — Maitama, Abuja

    Tech people should love it here. There’s this artsy, clean ambience that’ll have you feeling like the rich main character in a Hollywood movie.


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    Central Park

    — CBD, Abuja

    You’ll enjoy Central Park more if you go with a group of friends as there are multiple activities to choose from — the go-kart rides and mini golf area are tourist favourites. Make sure to hold your money sha; rides typically cost around ₦7-8k.

    Jabi Lake

    — Jabi, Abuja

    This may arguably be one of the best-known places in Abuja, and while most people probably go for the boat rides, Jabi Lake is actually a great location for slow Saturday morning walks.

    Magic Land

    — Wuye, Abuja

    This amusement park used to be called Wonderland. It’s a children’s fun park, but no one will arrest you if you decide to go there to run away from adulting once in a while.

    Trukadero by CityBowl

    — Wuse 2, Abuja

    If you’re looking to try out bowling, you should check out this spot. Entry itself is free, so if you just want to explore the space or hang around, you can absolutely do that.

    Honey

    — Chocolate Mall, Abuja

    If you have money that you want to spend, Honey is that upscale place that’ll use fine dining to help you spend it. It’s a great ambience though, and word on the streets say your crush may agree to enter a relationship with you if you take them there.


    ALSO: Abuja Has Traffic Too, and Other Things We Don’t Like to Tell Lagosians

  • What Just Happened in Kuje Prison?

    On the night of Tuesday, July 5th, 2022, a large group of gunmen attacked the Medium Security Custodial Centre, Kuje in the Federal Capital Territory (FCT). The Kuje prison is less than 50 kilometres away from the Aso Rock Presidential Villa where President Buhari sleeps.

    Kuje Prison distance to Aso Rock

    Kuje prison is renowned for playing host to high-profile politicians and dangerous criminals like Boko Haram members. Former governors, Jolly Nyame and Joshua Dariye, are the current infamous occupants of the facility. The disgraced deputy commissioner of police, Abba Kyari, was also one of the prominent guests of the facility when the attack took place.

    Kuje Prison inmate

    Abba Kyari, remember him?

    What happened?

    Eyewitnesses have reported that the attackers used three bombs to gain control of the facility’s entry and exit points. The operation lasted for nearly three hours and sent many residents of Kuje into panic mode. Some of the residents posted recorded videos of themselves hiding while sporadic gunshots could be heard in the background.

    Kuje prison attack in numbers

    By the time Tuesday night’s attack was over, 879 inmates had escaped from Kuje prison. Security agencies have already recaptured dozens of them, but there are 443 escapees still at large.

    The Nigerian Correctional Service (NCS) said in a statement on Wednesday, July 6th, 2022 that one security officer and four inmates died during the attack. 16 inmates and three security officers also sustained injuries.

    Kyari, Nyame, Dariye and other high-profile inmates at the facility didn’t escape and are in custody.

    None of the attackers was captured or killed.

    Who’s responsible for the attack?

    Investigations have commenced into the perpetrators of the attack, but authorities suspect they’re Boko Haram terrorists. The terror group is already known to be operating in Niger State which shares borders with Abuja. Previously, the terrorists killed over 40 soldiers and civilians in Shiroro, Niger State on June 29th, 2022. 

    It’s not been fully established yet that the jihadist group is responsible for Tuesday night’s attack, but the Minister of Defence, Bashir Magashi, confirmed that all Boko Haram inmates in custody have escaped.

    A trend of prison breaks

    In November 2021, the Minister of Interior, Rauf Aregbesola, announced that 3,906 inmates who escaped from prison over the course of one year were still roaming free. Attacks on prisons in Nigeria increased after nearly 2,000 inmates were forcefully released from two Medium Security Correctional Centres in Edo State in October 2020. Similar attacks have happened in Imo, Oyo, Plateau and Kogi with hundreds of inmates breaking out and staying out of reach.

    Authorities have failed to draw a clear pattern that links the attacks across many regions in the country.

    What’s the government doing about this?

    During a retreat in Sokoto State on June 26th, 2022, Aregbesola blamed the series of prison breaks on how the facilities were set up. He said the system was designed to protect the facilities from the inside and not from the outside. The idea was that no one would be foolish enough to attack facilities that are typically built near security outfits. But times have changed.

    Kuje Prison break

    At the retreat, Aregbesola went ahead to brag that the security oversight had been fixed. He said, “I am happy that we came out to be on top of our game.” But the daring attack on Kuje prison proves the government still needs to do a lot more to prevent these attacks.

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  • “Abuja Big Boys Are the Worst” — A Week in the Life of a Nightlife Content Creator

    A Week in the Life is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    In this week’s A Week in the Life, I talked with a content creator who works in three Abuja nightclubs. She walked me through what it’s like to meet celebrities and “Abuja big boys”, fend off creepy men and deal with sexism in the nation’s capital, all in a week’s work. Find out below.

    A week in the life of Chidera Nwagu Content Creator Abuja Big Boys (1)

    THURSDAY – FRIDAY

    I create content for a network of nightclubs in Abuja, so I work Thursday to Saturday because that’s when the clubs are in full swing. 

    I work at night, but my body cannot sleep past 9 a.m. To keep myself busy in the morning, I focus on my side hustle where I work as a virtual assistant for an online shoe store in Lagos. Between 9 and 11 a.m., I take orders and respond to inquiries. Then I get up from bed and go through the morning motions: brush my teeth, bathe and make breakfast. 

    By midday, I prepare my outfit for the night, pack my makeup and accessories and head over to my friend’s place. My friend is also my coworker, so we hang out in the afternoon to trade ideas, banter and mentally prepare for the weekend.

    By 8 p.m., we start getting ready properly. We take a long time to prepare, so we have to start early. When we’re done, we’ll go to a lounge and chill until 1 a.m. when clubbers start to party. 

    My job as a nightclub content creator is to document the night’s events and share them on social media. I take photos of all the exciting moments and post them on social media. Is an Abuja big boy spending money while his guys cheer him on? I capture it. Is anybody ordering Azul? I record the procession and create visual content around it for Instagram. I even catch the occasional fight and anything else that can get people talking, and distribute them across our social media channels. 

    I work with a network of three nightclubs in Abuja. The first club starts around 1 a.m. Then, I head over to the second club. The third one is where clubbers end their night.

    Abuja nightlife is weird because people leave the club at daybreak, change their cars and go to work. My work is super-stressful because I barely get any sleep. I finish from the clubs around 6 a.m, and for some reason, I can’t sleep past 9 a.m. I try to make up for the lost sleep from next Monday to Wednesday night, but I’m surprised I haven’t broken down since I started this job in January 2022. 

    FRIDAY – SATURDAY

    The best part of this job is also the worst. I meet a lot of well-connected people. The networking aspect of Abuja nightlife is fantastic; one conversation can change your life. All the celebrities, Abuja big boys and upper-middle-class folk I would have needed to jump through hoops and hurdles to see on a typical day? They’re in the club. My boss occasionally introduces me to someone important who could give me an opportunity to create content for them and get paid. 

    Since I network a lot, I also get harassed often. Abuja men are a special breed. They’re built different, mehn. They don’t let me breathe. There’s always some guy who wants to talk even when I’m not in the mood, and they say the nastiest, most unprintable things. Abuja men no dey carry eye see person. They’re touchy-feely and just assume that when they see a young girl in the club at night, they can take her home. Oga, I’m just here to do my job. Free me.

    Let me not even get started about all the men who think I’m a runs girl. 

    Sometime this night, I was moving around and making videos when a man as old as my father walked up to me and told me, “Come home with me,” in a cold, authoritative voice, as if he put jazz in his mouth. I’ve never cringed so hard.

    The other thing that stresses me out is all the alcohol I drink at the club. I’m already sick of it. Also, I’m a content creator, so my job requires that I’m always on my feet. All that standing and moving about wears me out at the end of every night. My heels are constantly in pain.

    But the salary is cool cash, and the perks that come with the job balance things out.

    SATURDAY – SUNDAY

    I got into a fight today. 

    Usually, I stay at my boss’ table, but one of my friends was visiting the club, so I hung out with him. My coworker tagged along, only for one weird drunk guy to start harassing her, trying to get her to go home with him. He was touching her and saying nonsense like, “I will fuck you well-well.” I noticed his antics and switched seats with my friend, but this guy didn’t leave her alone. He went around me and continued harassing her. When she resisted, he poured his drink in her face, slapped her and started yelling and pulling her hair. I saw red. All I could think about was defending her, so I jumped on him and started fighting back. 

    My friend grabbed the drunk fool, picked up a bottle of Azul and was ready to break the stupid man’s head. But the bouncers held him back and started begging him.

    After things calmed down, the bouncers wanted to throw me out, but my friend who owned the table defended me. He argued that I was an employee of the club and should be protected rather than thrown out. The bouncers often treat ladies badly and use the slightest excuse to punish us just for being women. 

    The club world in Abuja is very sexist. Most times, women aren’t even allowed into clubs unless they are with men. It’s so stupid because why can’t a woman want to chill on her own? The only thing that saved me from being thrown out of my own workplace was that my friend is an Abuja boy, the manager of another big club.

    It made no sense, but these are the kinds of rubbish I have to deal with.

    By the time I got home this fine Sunday morning, I was exhausted. All that was on my mind was that I didn’t want to keep doing this every day. I want to get to a point where I don’t have to go to the club three times a week. I would prefer to visit the club once a week, take photos and videos, post them and get paid.

    I’m thankful that I don’t have to work until next Thursday. I’ll sleep as much as I can, do my virtual assistant side hustle and mentally prepare myself for next weekend’s work.

    Editor’s note: names of people and places have been removed to protect the identity of the subject.


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    Hi, I’m Ama Udofa and I write the A Week in the Life series every Tuesday at 9 a.m. If you’d like to be featured on the series, or you know anyone interesting who fits the profile, fill out this form.

  • Abuja Has Traffic Too, and 11 Other Things We Don’t Like to Tell Lagosians

    I still believe Lagos is the most stressful city to live in, but I also think Abuja people living in Lagos glamourise Abuja way too much. So as someone who’s lived, schooled and work in both cities, here are twelve things we don’t tell people about Abuja.

    1. There’s Traffic

    Yeah, I said it. There’s mad traffic in Abuja too. The 6 p.m. traffic in Abuja feels like you’ve been teleported to Lagos for a few hours. And God bless you if it happens to rain, that’s double the time you’ll spend trying to get home if you living on the outskirts. 

    The traffic spreads across central areas like Wuse, Maitama, and Wuye, after work, to areas further away from town like Lugbe, Kubwa and Maraba. So everywhere in Abuja is choked up until about  9 p.m.

    2. The rain is something else

    If Abuja rain should catch your clothes outside, it’s over for you. And if you forgot to pack them before leaving your house, no need because your neighbours won’t even act like they saw the clothes flying away. 

    3. Finding street food isn’t as easy

    In Abuja, you’ll never find Iya Sukirat selling amala or rice and ponmo stew down the road for your lunch break. The most you’ll see if you decide to look for street food on a hot afternoon in Abuja is roasted yam or corn. And although roasted yam bangs with pepper sauce, how many times can you eat that in a week? 

    4. Public transportation is just as stressful

    Without a personal car, Uber, or Bolt, navigating in Abuja is just hella difficult. Kekes aren’t allowed on certain roads, so carpooling kabu kabus is your best bet. And those things are more annoying than danfos.

    I agree kabu kabus are cheap, but how about the fact that four people are squeezed in the back seat? Picture all the bodies that will be squeezed against yours at the back. Let’s not even talk about the crowd fighting to get into the front seat during closing hours. You’re lucky if someone doesn’t elbow you. Just be grateful for your danfos in Lagos.

    5. Bukkas are way more expensive

    Eating in Lagos is definitely more expensive than in Abuja, but at least, if a spot is cheap, it’s really cheap. In Abuja, even the cheap ones are still stressful. They’ll call the place a bukka and you’ll still end up spending ₦1500 or ₦2k. Why? I won’t call names, but I’ve spent ₦200 for one akara at a bukka in Abuja before. I still bought it sha, but it was against my will. 

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    6. Drivers are also mad

    You think Lagos drivers are mad? LOL. I’ve learnt that the freer the roads, the more chaotic the drivers. You’d think the fact that we claim that there’s no traffic would slow us down, but no. Everyone is on the road like we’re playing Need for Speed. In a month, you’ll probably spot at least two car crashes because everyone is speeding recklessly. Abuja drivers don’t even care about stoplights, talk more about their cars. 

    7. Social circles are tight

    Making friends as an adult is hard, but making friends as an adult living in Abuja is harder. In Abuja, everyone minds their business. And at parties or events, people move in groups. If you’re new in town, you’re on your own. It can be intimidating to get into those social circles, but give it time I guess.

    8. You’ll get tired of kilishi (dried meat)

    Once you say you’re travelling from Abuja, everyone wants you to dedicate a bag to packing kilishi. The truth is, when you now live there, you forget that it actually exists. First, it’s expensive and then there’s like, only one spot in town that sells good kilishi, so that’s more work driving all the way there, depending on when you live. 

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    9. Sometimes, there’s no water

    Let’s be honest, almost every Abuja person has a meruwa (water supplier) guy on speed dial. And if you live on the top floor of your building, you probably have two. Once your neighbour downstairs turns on their tap, it’s either your tap’s pressure gets low, or the water completely stops.  That’s why renting a house in Abuja is such a gamble.

    10. Our roads are bad too

    Yes yes, we have the widest and freest roads. The thing is, when a road in Abuja is good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s really bad. It’s either untarred or has a lot more bumps than you’d expect. Take the EFAB estate road at Lifecamp. It’s been years and that stretch of road is still untarred. And when it rains, the whole area can get very messy. So look out for those hidden gems when you’re house hunting in Abuja.

    11. Shopping isn’t easy

    Abuja doesn’t have a Tejuosho or Eko market. Of course, there’s Wuse, Garki and Nyanya markets, but there aren’t as many options for affordable clothes. Imagine pricing jeans from ₦10k or ₦15k in the market.  Plus, you’ll spend a long time walking around to find pieces you love. Boutiques have more options, but the price of clothes there will send you back to your village. 

    12. Finding an ATM is one of the hardest things

    You may need the detective instincts of Fashola to find an ATM machine in Abuja. For some reason, ATMs are either always so far away or just not available. Then when you successfully find one, you’ll spend the rest of your day queueing. So when you need to do anything at the bank, 8:00 a.m. is not early enough. It’s better for you to be as early as the gateman, if not….

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  • Where You Live in Abuja and What That Says About You

    Abuja is the much-adored capital city. While the city plays host to people from different places, classes, and ethnicity, the most popular towns that make up the city are occupied by specific kinds of people, and we’re here to expose them today.

     

    1. Maitama/Asokoro

    black man in yoruba attire and traditional bead necklace holding multiple bundles of $1 bills to his ear

    This is where you find the big boys with fuck-you-money. The politicians, children of politicians, oil magnates, people who can still afford Titus sardine, etc. 

    2. Kubwa

    cute biola in traditional igbo attire

    According to the Zikoko Bureau of Imaginary Statistics, half of the Igbo population in Abuja live in Kubwa. That’s why okpa is the most popular staple around there. Every Igbo person in Nigeria has a family member in Kubwa.

    3. Dutse 

    youth corper appearing to shout out commands to his platoon during a march past on an unidentified NYSC camp

    For people who want to live in Abuja but can’t afford to live in Abuja. Typically people who did NYSC in Abuja and couldn’t find a job afterwards but refused to go back to Asaba and Lagos.

    4. Gwarimpa 

    places in abuja and people who live there

    Everybody is innocent until proven guilty, except people who live here. Gwarimpa is for Lagos people who moved to Abuja but couldn’t move on from Lagos. The traffic within the estate is numbing and if you go out of your house at exactly 1:53 a.m., you might see LASTMA officials harassing yellow Lagos buses.

    5. Kuje

    nigerian international passport with "Kuje" superimposed in a white underlined text over "Nigeria" on it

    An autonomous country near Abuja. Residents are required to have their own international passports before they are allowed to travel to Abuja or any other part of the country.

    6. Lugbe

    Everyone who you have lost contact with for years now lives in Lugbe. Also the town is for people who live in Abuja but want to avoid the responsibilities of Abuja people. When you bill them, they tell you they don’t have. If you say, “Don’t you live in Abuja?” They quickly respond with “Yes, but I live in Lugbe.”

    sydney talker in a blue face cap worn backwards folding his arms expressing disbelief

    9. Gwagwalada

    Basically Lokoja but with wider roads. Mostly for folks from Kogi state who tried to migrate to Abuja and failed to make it all the way to the city itself. These people lie to everyone else that they live in Abuja, and so we have grudgingly accepted them.

    osita iheme in four states of facial expressions ranging from disgust to unconcern

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  • Cities in Nigeria and the Football Clubs They Represent

    Have you ever thought about what cities share the most similarities with your favourite football clubs? Well, we have, and now we’ve attempted to draw parallels between some of England’s biggest football clubs and places in Nigeria.

    Akure – Tottenham

    Small nyash wey dey shake sometimes. They had two minutes of good history and that was it. They’re both modest achievers and have a few notable individuals. Tottenham has a league cup to its name and Akure has… well, Shoprite and an airport.

    Calabar – Arsenal

    These two have a lot of good old days to remember. Just like Arsenal under Wenger played great football, Calabar used to be a really great place when it had that governor who built that famous mountain resort. Both are now better known for their lack of genuine progress. Calabarians bask in the golden years of Donald Duke just like Arsenal fans never stop bringing up their golden Premier League trophy from nearly 20 years ago.

    Ibadan – Liverpool

    A lot of history and notable figures with years and years of decay in the middle, and a renaissance engineered by a visionary leader in the persons of Seyi Makinde and Jurgen Klopp, respectively.

    Port Harcourt – Chelsea

    Loud, proud, notable individuals in recent history, great strides financed by oil money. Chelsea fans and folks from Port Harcourt are some of the proudest people you’ll ever meet.

    Lagos – Manchester United

    Great history. Many notable individuals. Ever since their iconic leaders (Babatunde Fashola and Sir Alex Ferguson) left them, they’ve been left at the mercy of administrators who haven’t measured up to standard. Meanwhile, fans and inhabitants of the club and city go to bed every night stressed, while trying to convince themselves they’re still as great as they used to be.

    Abuja – Manchester City

    They don’t have a long history or many notable individuals. In fact they don’t have as many inhabitants and fans as other cities and clubs around. But in terms of recent strides, they’ve become very high achievers thanks to the injection of oil money. Everyone is migrating from their cities and clubs to this city because they’re the shiniest new object in town. 

    QUIZ: Can You Match These Football Coaches to Their Clubs?

  • How to Spot an Ex-Lagosian Living in Abuja

    Lagosians leave Lagos and move to Abuja and won’t let anyone hear the last of it. They’re either telling the people they left in Lagos how Abuja is a far better option or trying so hard to convince those in Abuja that they’re one of them. They can try to deceive others but they can’t deceive us. We know how to spot ex-Lagosians living in Abuja from a thousand miles away. 

    1. They’re always in a rush

    You can take them away from the city, but you can’t take the city away from them. Even if you take Lagosians out of the country, that thing that always makes them rush won’t leave them alone. Always rushing from one place to the other. 

    2. They take “wake up and jumpstart” very literally

    Abuja people take time to prepare themselves for the day, unlike Lagosians. Lagosians wake up and start jumping all over the place. Zero time for self-care or meditation — or even to pause and catch their breaths. Even though they no longer have to plan their days or write to-do lists in stand-still traffic, the trauma response lives on with them. 

    3. The sight of cocaine surprises them 

    LOL. There’s sin in Lagos, but there’s a different kind of sin in Abuja. Lagos people will see cocaine and come and shout on Twitter.

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    4. They’re always in awe of good roads 

    Lagosians are so used to suffering in traffic that the sight of good roads and a good road network leaves them in absolute awe. They always act like kids in a candy store when cruising through  Abuja. 

    5. They won’t shut up about leaving Lagos 😑

    Ex-Lagosians are always ready to mention how they left Lagos for Abuja. Please, it’s ok, we’ve heard you. The God that did it for you will also do it for us. Abi what do you now want us to say? 

    6. They let Abuja men ‘sleep over’ at their place. 

    How else will you know that they’re Johnny Just Come if they don’t let Abuja “spend the night” at theirs? Let them experience an Abuja man waiting on that life-changing contract and learn themselves. Experience is always the best teacher. 

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    7. “At least we have beaches in Lagos”

    This is for those ones who want to eat their cake and have it. They want to live in Abuja and experience Lagos. Oya go back to Lagos since you like the beach so much. “At least we have beaches in Lagos.” And so what? Go to Crushed Rock like the other people in Abuja are doing and let’s hear word, please. 

    That’s all from us for now. 

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  • 6 Jobs Abuja Men Do On The Side While Squatting With Their Babes

    You know how everyone is always crying about how Lagos men are  wicked, serving breakfast up and down? Well, let’s introduce you to Abuja men and their shenanigans. Known for hobosexualism – the art of squatting with your sexual partner, these men are the real pandemic. But you know what? They’re actually hardworking as well. Here are some of the inspiring jobs they take on when they’re not eating all your food for free. 

    Fitness Trainer

    One of the most lucrative Abuja baby boy roles has to be the fitness trainer route. You see them all the time on Instagram and probably in every gym in town. These guys have like 18 packs and will take off their shirts faster than CBN can announce a new financial cock-blocking policy. During the day, they’re at the gym helping their clients learn the new booty building squat routine, and by night, you’ll be sure to either spot them at the latest clubs in shirts so tight they can barely breathe or in the bed of one of their clients doing plumber work.

    Selling “bespoke” trad

    Everyone who is anyone in Abuja has a clothing line at this point. What do you expect in a city where everyone dresses like they have a high-class wedding to attend? This is also another job you can take on while you live off your girlfriend. To do this well, you need to have a reliable tailor and a little bit of Instagram clout, so when you decide to sell one up and down for ₦80,000, no one will bat an eyelash. After all, it’s not really the trad they’re buying, it’s the aesthetics. 

    Running a barbing salon

    Another lucrative scene in Abuja is the barbing salon industry and we don’t use the word “Industry” lightly. In Abuja, a haircut can go for as high as ₦5,000 depending on the location and general je ne sais quoi of the place. Some will cut your hair, rub your head small, and decide it’s enough reason to bleed your account dry. If you can convince a woman to let you live with her for free, then getting her to open a barbing salon for you shouldn’t be so hard. 

    Chasing contracts

    This is the Abuja version of “I have containers on the high sea”. Unconfirmed statistics show that one in every six Abuja men has one or two contracts in the pipeline and that’s why they’ve mastered the art of drafting proposals. Literally, anyone can write you a business plan in Abuja. This is also one of the ways Abuja hobosexuals weasel their way into your bed and your Garki apartment. They’ll tell you one of their contracts is being processed and if you’re not jazzed up, you’ll enter one chance. 

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    Influenza 

    Thanks to social media and Keeping up with the Kardashians, it’s easy to make a life for yourself just by being internet famous these days. Tapping into this market, Abuja men can be influencers for any and everything from waist trainers and slimming tea to just strolling through restaurants with Lecrae’s Coming in hot playing in the background. All you need to excel at this is a fine face, nice outfits and a phone with a good camera. For extra followers, throw in some muscle ear and dear. 

    A lirru bit of gheigh

    Landing a senator or minister in Abuja is not as easy as Abuja Connection made it look. While Clarion Chukwura and Eucharia Anunobi were battling it out for the tough men in the city, your competition here might just be the boyfriend you left at home. You’re not the only one who likes money, sis. And like the popular video says, “All of us na ashewo.” So please,  keep that in mind. 

  • A Lot Of Young Nigerians Live With HIV — A Week In The Life of An NGO Worker

    A Week In The Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    The subject of today’s “A Week In The Life” is a medical doctor working at an NGO. He talks to us about why he left clinical medicine for NGO work, lessons he has learnt on the job, and how all his experiences add up in helping him achieve his dreams.

    NGO
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    MONDAY:

    My day starts early because I’m a nightcrawler. I wake up at 3 a.m. to read an email or watch a movie, then I return to sleep when I’m done. 

    I wake up again by 5:30 a.m. to pray, and I lie in bed after prayers doing nothing till 7:00 a.m. Then I get up to have my bath. A side effect of living outside Lagos is that I spend 45 minutes bathing, brushing, singing in the shower and still get to work by 8 a.m. The roads are free and my house is a 10-minute drive from my office. 

    I resume my day with coffee to wake me up and I start to mentally psyche myself to face the day. Mondays have one thing in common: meetings, meetings, more meetings. 

    Yay! 

    TUESDAY:

    I work as a program associate at an NGO providing access to care for people living with HIV. My organisation’s job is to monitor and manage the entire care process in line with the UNAIDS 95-95-95 goal. This states that firstly, 95% of people who are HIV positive should know that they are HIV positive. Secondly, 95% of people who receive an HIV positive diagnosis should be on medications. Thirdly, 95% of people who start treatment for HIV should be virally suppressed

    We try to achieve this goal by splitting ourselves into various teams: the tuberculosis HIV team, the prevention of mother to child transmission team, the paediatric team and the adult team. I work with the adult team and my job involves receiving patient’s data from health workers on the field and using it to guide strategy and program implementation. 

    Today, I read through the data of the number of clients in care, their viral load level and drug adherence. From these indicators, I can tell where our strategy is working and where it isn’t. One of the states I’m managing shows a number of patients with a relatively high viral load, so I make a mental note to enrol some of them in an enhanced adherence counselling program. This is to understand their specific challenges and help them work through them.

    If that doesn’t work, then we’ll have to switch them to second-line antiretroviral drugs.

    I inform my boss of this development and he suggests we travel down to the community for a few days to support the work of the field workers and to observe their process. 

    I acknowledge his advice and concern, however, the major thing on my mind is food. I need to eat before I can continue thinking. It’s important I help myself first before I try to help others. 

    WEDNESDAY:

    It’s 5:00 p.m and it’s the close of work. Days like this remind me of why I decided to leave clinical medicine. As a clinician, I’d work 48 hours non-stop shifts and still resume work on the third day by 6:30 a.m. Every free time I had was dedicated to either sleeping, catching up on sleep or dreaming about when I’d sleep. 

    I quickly realised that the 24/7 work lifestyle wasn’t for me and I ran. I was also looking for something mentally tasking with a large scale impact on the population, so the NGO job fit perfectly. The ability to work flexible hours while providing impact? Sign me up. 

    In addition, the remuneration was very attractive. Suddenly, work went from being miserable to being “fun.” 

    I’m fortunate to have this job and I don’t take it for granted. I plan to make the best use of my time and that’s why today, I’m meeting up with a few friends for dinner. After all, all work and no play…

    THURSDAY:

    It’s been a relatively chill week and nothing has broken, yet. That’s why I have some time to reminisce today. 

    A few things I’ve learned from this job: there are a lot of young people living with HIV in Nigeria. A lot. But it’s also not a death sentence because, with proper treatment and adherence, people live till old age. I’ve seen first-hand how compliant patients who receive HIV diagnosis live with suppressed and virtually undetectable viral load. This means they can carry on without the fear of infecting their sexual partner. 

    I’ve also seen how people struggle with stigma because of their HIV diagnosis. And how tedious it can be to use medicine at a fixed time every day. 

    Then, I’ve also noticed that the prevalence of HIV seems more among people from low socioeconomic backgrounds. And that’s why I’m sure that if we didn’t have NGO’s, the HIV burden in Nigeria would have been 10 times more than it currently is. 

    At the end of the day, everyone needs to understand that HIV is not a death sentence and that people live meaningful lives regardless.

    Work has also made me abstain from having multiple sexual partners. Because I understand that the easiest mode of contracting HIV is through unprotected sexual intercourse,  I have only one sexual partner. I wish younger people had more sexual education to encourage them to stay safe. 

    FRIDAY: 

    It’s currently noon and that means we’re a few hours away from the weekend — TGIF! 

    I’m aggressively trying to wrap up all my tasks for the day so I don’t take work home over the weekend. But my tasks involve a lot of “dear sir”, “dear ma”, “please find attached” and so many “best regards.” One of the hard parts of corporate culture is the formality and email culture, but I don’t mind. It’s still better than where I’m coming from. 

    I know that if I put my head down this experience will be very useful. As long as I keep polishing my Excel skills, Microsoft skills and soft skills, it’ll add up. After I’ve gained meaningful experience then I’ll go for my Masters in health policy or data science and start to focus on health system strengthening. By the time I’m done, I’ll be one big consultant focusing on Nigeria, Then I’ll forget all about this struggle. 

    Until that time comes, I’ll keep typing my “warm regards.” And working and playing hard. However, before I start dreaming, I need to first survive today in one piece. 


    Check back every Tuesday by 9 am for more “A Week In The Life ” goodness, and if you would like to be featured or you know anyone who fits the profile, fill this form.

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  • Interview With Cocaine: “Why Are Abuja People Ashamed Of Me?”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    A lot of people accuse Zikoko writers of taking cocaine and crack, so I decided to reach out to Cocaine, to see if it would be interested in giving a statement that would clear us of such accusations.

    But during the course of our interview, Cocaine dropped a major bombshell about its relationship with Abuja people, and I knew I had to sit up and pay attention.

    Zikoko: Hello, Cocaine.

    Cocaine: Hi.

    Please, don’t be shy.

    Shy? Me I’m not shy oh. I just said let me survey my environment first.

    Don’t worry, NDLEA cannot find us here.

    Alright. So why did you ask me to come?

    First of all, a lot of people are under the impression that we use you in this office…

    Use me, cocaine?

    Yes.

    At first, we took it as a joke.

    As you should. Everybody keeps denying me.

    But then people started to see us as cocaine addicts, so we had to show them what really happens in the Zikoko office.

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    Cool. Did the accusations stop?

    See ehn, people took it to the next level.

    My goodness. Why are Nigerians like this?

    They started accusing us of taking something more serious than you.

    And what would that be?

    Crack.

    https://twitter.com/EjuraSalihu/status/1335796091565039616

    Um, sorry, did you just refer to Crack as my senior?

    Yes…

    You are a novice. Crack is my younger sister. We might look alike, but we are not mates — not in value or influence. Please, don’t ask me to tell you more.

    Wow.

    Why are you acting shocked? Don’t you have Abuja people working in your office?

    I don’t get. What is that supposed to mean?

    Abuja people are my regular customers nau. In fact, Abuja is where I’m based. You didn’t know?

    No oh.

    Look at you. Anyway, I don’t blame you. Abuja people are trying to hide my existence. They are trying to pretend that we are not in a relationship with each other.

    Does this mean it is a one-sided relationship?

    What do you mean ‘one-sided’?

    I mean, are Abuja people actually in a relationship with you, or is this just in your head?

    Are you interviewing me or is it just in your head?

    I am interviewing you.

    Good, that’s how certain I am of my relationship with Abuja people. It’s not in my head. It is real. I know true love when I see it. They spend their happy moments with me. Their sad ones too.

    Look, Abuja people do not casually organise house parties because they want to see their friends’ faces. They do it as an opportunity to celebrate me, their one true love.

    I—

    You don’t believe me? Smuggle your way into an Abuja house party today and see if they will not include cocaine in your small chops package.

    Let me tell you, I have experienced love in the hands of white people, but the love from Abuja people hits different. These people incorporate me into their daily lives.

    If they had their way, they would even sprinkle me on food.

    So why are you complaining that they are trying to pretend you don’t exist?

    They are. Our relationship is a secret one, but you Internet people won’t shut up about it. Every day, Abuja people and Cocaine, Abuja people and Cocaine. Are they the first to use me?

    The problem with these posts is that people in other states are inclined to believe that when you enter Abuja, the breeze that hits you is laced with a whiff of cocaine. I mean, we love each other, but it’s not that deep.

    https://twitter.com/nty_o/status/1377585633120649220

    If you ask anybody what Abuja is known for; if they mention three things, best believe that cocaine is one of them. And really, this is bad PR for—

    Hold on, let me text somebody to confirm.

    You see what I’m saying?

    Omo.

    Nowadays, if someone posts something about Abuja people using me, you will see Abuja people actively denying me under that post.

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    Y’all have successfully bullied Abuja people into becoming ashamed of me. We have a beautiful thing. I wish they would just give a middle-finger to the naysayers and tell the world that they are in love with me.

    Stigmatisation? Arrest? I mean, you are illegal in this country, after all.

    Do your politicians know that?

    Wait a minute. Do you mean—

    Yes, I mean it.

    But why didn’t you speak up? Were you silent or were you silenced?

    Both. I was silent because of my nature. I know how dangerous I am, all the things I am capable of. Because of this nature, I was silenced by the law too. All my life, I have been loved in secret, shamefully. And so when I found comfort in the nostrils of Abuja people, I thought I had found my home.

    But look at me today, about to lose my lovers. [Cocaine breaks down in tears].

    I’m so sorry. That must hurt.

    [Cocaine stops crying]. Thanks for your kindness. Should I enter your nose small?

    Ah. Abeg oh.We just met now.

    You see? [Cocaine starts crying again].

    Check back every Friday by 9AM for new Interview With episodes. To read previous stories, click here.


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  • 23 Pictures Only People Who Attended Nigerian Law School Will Relate To

    Co-written by Zikoko Contributor @Adahna


    If you’re still getting Nigerian Law School horror flashbacks year later, this post is for you.

    1. When you see your name on the list, and you’ve been posted to your choice campus.

    YES!!!

    2. When you get to class in week 2 and see all the textbooks people already have.

    Hian! Didn’t we all just resume?

    3. When you wear your favorite white shirt and class gets cancelled.

    What a waste.

    4. When they send you back home because your shirt is off-white not snow-white.

    Can you not?

    5. You, whenever you hear “Snap test”:

    Who did I offend?

    6. Whenever Lagos students heard “Ijesha, pass the mic.”

    NLS Horror Story: Microphones.

    7. When you get to see all the girls in their natural state for law dinner.

    Wow!

    8. When week 13 reaches and you find out half the books you bought were a waste of money.

    See money I could have used to eat.

    9. Whenever you have to say “as the court pleases” to that demon Judge.

    Monday morning

    Even if they are insulting you.

    10. When the firm you get posted to tells you that you need to do a test before they can accept you.

    What is this stress?

    11. You, thinking about how you’re going to fill your log book:

    God, help me.

    12. When portfolio assessment season approaches and you start hearing, “Fail portfolio assessment and you won’t get called to the Bar.”

    Let’s hear word.

    13. You, calculating Scale of Charges and Accounting and wondering what Further Maths is doing inside Law.

    Is this my life?

    14. When everyone starts remembering God 3 weeks to Bar finals.

    Oh! You can pray now?

    15. When finals are close, and you’re still getting confused by ‘in the north vs in the south, in Lagos vs in Abuja, PCL vs CA, CPA vs CPC’

    I’m dead.

    16. When you remember that you are expected to memorise everything and you begin to have a panic attack.

    Jehovah!

    17. When one lawyer comes to give a speech about how “Bar finals are not that serious…”

    Better leave this place.

    18. When Bar final week finally reaches and there is a paper fixed for everyday.

    You people are mad.

    19. When you remember after your Criminal litigation paper that the answer you wrote was for Civil litigation.

    It’s all over.

    20. When you remember ‘your lowest grade is what you graduate with’ and you begin to calculate your future.

    Chineke!

    21. When you hear that they have released results.

    It can’t be.

    22. When you get the liver to check and see that you and your guys passed.

    Time to go and buy wig and gown.

    23. When you can now proudly respond to ‘D LAW’, ‘D BARR’ and ‘COUNSEL’!

    Finally!

  • 7 Types Of Strippers You’d See In An Abuja Strip Club

    Going to a strip in Abuja is quite the experience. From the smokey, dim-lit rooms to the overpriced drinks, Abuja strip clubs have it all. I recently visited three and I noticed a pattern. Here is an honest review of the type of strippers you’re bound to meet in an Abuja strip club.

    Disclaimer: Some strip clubs have a no photos/videos/touching policy while others don’t. Please respect the rules regardless.

    1. Blonde baldie

    There is always that blonde, badass baldie that looks like Amber Rose. She usually has multiple piercings and enjoys smoking client’s cigars. Her heels are at least 2 inches longer than everyone else’s.

    2. Aggressive “grab my tits” stripper

    When you walk into an Abuja strip club, the girls come out to shake your hands. Their hands are usually sweaty and cool to touch. There is always that one aggressive stripper who would take your hands to her boobs after the handshake. She will tease you about being shy and then tell you how there’s more if you pay for a private dance.

    3. The thick matron

    There is always a woman who looks older than everyone else. You can tell she’s a veteran stripper because all the girls seem to go to her to whisper something. The regulars know her by name and she gives off mafia boss vibes.

    4. The resident baby girl

    Some Abuja strippers tend to look so young and naive. They have a very small frame and seem to still be getting a hang of things. Their performances are hurried and you can tell that they are younger than everyone else.

    5. The performer

    She has a very bubbly personality and loves eye contact. Her performances are very entertaining as she tries to get the audience to participate in one way or another.

    6. The perfect woman

    In every Abuja strip club, there seem to be one stripper that shines the brightest, literally. Her skin is soft, supple and moisturised. She also smells good and has a very charming smile. You cannot help but stare at her. The men with the table full of bottles always pay extra to have her dance for them.

    7. The I-don’t-care stripper

    There is always that one person who seriously cannot be bothered about anything going on. She comes, performs and leaves. There is nothing memorable about her except her attitude toward not giving a shit. She is most likely to get into a fight with a customer.

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  • 6 Hot Spots In Abuja You Are Bound To Meet Someone You’ve Slept With And Ghosted

    You know those places that you can’t hang out for 30 minutes without seeing someone you’ve slept with? It’s usually tres awkward as you give yourselves a knowing nod and proceed to be uncomfortable the entire time. These hot spots exist in every state, and they are usually popular among residents. Today, we present 6 places in Abuja you are bound to run into an old flame.

    1. Keje Grills

    Bruh. If you live in Abuja then you know that this deserves the number one spot. Everyone knows that it takes forever for your food order to get to you, so as you wait for food while sipping drinks, BOOM! That human you slept with multiple times and never called back walks in with their new partner and things just become awkward.

    2. Iya Oyo

    You go there for the Amala and stay for the Ewedu until you meet that tinder date you slept with and took for breakfast there. Now, you guys are cutting each other eye over Amala. It’s worse if you see them on the queue as you walk in. Yikes.

    3. Beer Barn

    What is it about tight, small spaces, hot air and lack of seats that makes people turn up? As you squeeze through sweaty bodies to get a good space, you’d accidentally bump into a body that feels familiar. Alas, it’s your fuckbuddy you ditched because they don’t eat ass. Now you’re in this tight space with them, their partner, yours and a bunch of bearded men playing pool.

    4. Junkyard

    Where do I begin? Honestly, Junkyard is the perfect setting for a meet and greet of exes and fuckbuddies. You’d be minding your business there, next thing you are watching your ex-thing chat happily with their friends. You can’t complain because you met them there. It’s awkward because they are hanging out with the friends you both met together. You can be certain they’ve started fucking someone else in the group.

    5. Calypso garden

    If Abuja people are like chimneys then Calypso garden is the house that holds the chimney. There are several spots within the garden but the most popular one has to be Boooozway. You could be drinking good cocktail and getting high with your new peng thing when suddenly you see them. That partner you left because you found shit stain on their underwear comes in with their friends. You give them a knowing nod and hope they don’t come to your table.

    6. Anywhere in Gwarinpa

    Abuja is so small that honestly, we are just recycling partners at this point. If one person has an STI, everyone has to get tested. Within Abuja is a smaller community but worse. Behold, I present to you Gwarinpa. Everyone living in Gwarinpa is a slut. Every spot in Gwarinpa is a slut spot. Everywhere you go in Gwarinpa, you will run into someone you’ve slept with hanging out with another person you’ve slept with. Trust me, they are sleeping with each other. It’s a slut fest.

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  • Abuja Protester: The Police Threw Hot Water And Tear Gas Canisters At Us

    The Nigerian youths have been at the forefront of the #EndSARS protest. From all over the country, we have protesters enduring all sorts of harassment from the police force. From being poured hot water and tear gas to having bullets shot at them, they have seen it all. Today, I spoke to Nkeiru, a protester in Abuja to recount what the past few days of protest have been like.

    Day 1 of the Abuja protest.

    On Friday, 9th of October, we got ready to protest. We headed out to millennium park. I met people there ready to protest. I have a large following on twitter so a lot of people kept sending me DMs on where the location for the Abuja protest is. We walked from millennium park through Transcorp, NCC, hoping to get to the secretariat. When we got to Abia House, we got blocked by five police vans. Some police officers came down and started throwing canister of tear gas at us. Everyone started running. 

    I jumped the fence into Junkyard. Some people were running into Statement Hotel and Abia house. Some even ran as far back as Berger and Bannex. Everyone scattered and that ended day 1 of the protest.

    Nkeiru at the Friday protest

    Day 2 of the Abuja protest

    On Saturday, 10th of October, we met at Berger roundabout. From there we marched to Banex and then all the way to Unity fountain. People really turn up for this march. When we got to the headquarters, we sat on the floor, demanding to see the IGP. We sat for over 4 hours waiting for him to come.  Madam Aisha Yesufu was with us. The police asked us to leave that the IGP wasn’t around but we insisted that we would wait for him. 

    There was a ready supply of food, water and first aid in case of an emergency. 

    A policewoman came to talk to us repeatedly asking us to go home but we stood our ground. The police waited until it was dark, like around 6:30 pm – 7:00 pm next thing we knew, they started throwing canisters of tear gas at us. The 100 plus people who came for the protest started running for their lives. It was like a mini-stampede. 

    Our cars that were parked opposite the road were vandalised. They slashed the tyres, broke the windscreens and windows. The owners had to find a way to fix their tyres before going home. That was how the protest ended. 

    Nkeiru at the Saturday protest

    Day 3 of the Abuja Protest

    On Sunday, 11th of October, we met at Unity fountain to march to the police headquarters. When we got to Women Affairs, the police stopped us and started throwing tear gas and hot water at us. It got me thinking about all the fires that the Nigerian fire service did not put out because of lack of water and how easily they seem to have this “scarce” resources available now that youths are protesting for their rights. 

    A lot of people just sat down on the floor that if it’s just water, they should pour it on them. From pouring water on us, they started throwing teargas again. They caught some of my friends and beat them up. 

    We went back to Maitaima roundabout and regrouped again with a larger crowd. We went back the second time and they chased us back again with hot water. They chased us as far as Unity fountain from the Ministry of Women affairs.

    This was when Davido joined us and he came with the longest convey I’ve ever seen in my life. Everyone followed Davido’s convey as it had over 200 cars. We were headed for the police quarters. When we got there, Davido spoke to them and they released everyone in their custody.  

    The police told Davido that they have called off the SARS unit and us protesting is against the law. Davido told them that if any of us encounters any SARS office, we will back and that was how everyone went home. 

    The fight is not over until we #EndSARS.

    Nkeiru at the Sunday protest

  • 6 Abuja Women Narrate Their Worst Cab Ride Experience

    Using a cab service as a Nigerian woman seem to be an extreme sport. From drivers who try to touch you to those who try to harm you because “tHey hAvE yOuR tYpE aT hOmE,”women have been through it all. These five women in the city’s capital share their worst cab ride experience. 

    Nene

    I ordered a ride and when the driver came, I greeted him and put on my earphones for the duration of the trip. After the trip ended, I was met with a furious driver who insisted I ignored him throughout the trip because I felt I was better than him. WTF?

    Hillary

    I went to hang out at Calypso Garden. I ordered an uber from Utako. It was a cash trip. When I got to my destination, the total bill was 350 naira cause I had a promo. I wanted to do a transfer but the driver refused. Honestly, I had zero cash on me. I didn’t mind waiting till the transcation was successful, but the driver said 350 naira was too small for me to do transfer. When things got too heated, I tried to come down and this man almost slapped me. 

    Favour

    This happened last year. I sat at the back of a cab I ordered. I started hearing quiet moaning from the driver. When I looked over, I saw him stroking his penis with his left hand while steering with his right. This was a ride from Logkogoma to Wuye. Why did he feel comfortable doing this with a passenger in the back seat? The only other time I’ve seen something like this was on Twitter when a driver with his dick out kept touching a girl as she recorded him. His name is Samuel, I can never forget.

    Damilola

    From the moment I ordered the cab, I should have known he was a twat. He kept shouting at me over the phone asking for directions. I told him to follow the map because I didn’t know the area too well. This man finally found me. I tried to get into the back seat, but it was locked. The driver suggested I sat in front. I insisted on the back seat. Throughout the trip, the driver was just mumbling and hissing. This man used the trip to stay in a long queue for fuel. When he missed a turn to my location, he suggested that I just walk the remaining distance back since it wasn’t too far.

    Tedoh

    My cab driver took me to a different destination and when I confronted him, he told me that it was something I walk to from where he stopped me. It was night and I was afraid because of thieves. I begged this man to just take me further and he refused. It was a card trip so when he ended it, I got debited. This man just left me stranded. Ended up having to call my friend to come and pick me up to his estate. Even when I made a report, the service providers did nothing about it. 

    Nkeiru

    It was a Friday night, I ordered a taxi and put it on a cash trip. I got to my destination in Wuse, told him I was going to make a transfer. He grumbled for a while before giving me his account number, complaining that people have scammed him. I told him I didn’t have any cash on me, so there was no way else to pay him. Besides Bolt has said we should make cashless trips for safety purposes, based on Corona.

    I made a transfer, showed him the debit text and also my bank statement. About 20 mins later, I got two missed calls from him, insulting me that I was a prostitute that showed him a fake transfer message. He said he was a Benin man and no one could run away with his money, he was going to trace me back to my house. He must have seen the alert because I didn’t see him at my place. 

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  • QUIZ: Can You Unscramble These Abuja Locations In 2 Minutes?

    You might have done well in the Lagos location quiz , but how well do you know locations in Abuja? Can you guess them correctly in 2 minutes? Take this quiz to find out.

  • 13 Things Every Nigerian On Lockdown Alone Will Get

    1. You, after eating your 7th meal before 6pm:

    I clearly need help.

    2. What your sink looks like right now:

    Those plates better get up and wash themselves.

    3. When you smell yourself after refusing to bath for days.

    I’ve not even done anything, why am I smelling?

    4. You, after eating all your lockdown snacks in one day:

    I’m clearly a clown.

    5. You, gisting with your wall after day 10:

    “So, what’s it like holding up the roof?”

    6. Your brain every 10 seconds:

    You know what time it is.

    7. You, having your third mental breakdown in the day:

    Somebody save me.

    8. When you see people online going out and ignoring the lockdown.

    So, me that I’m at home, I’m daft?

    9. When you see people enjoying lockdown with their partners.

    Get out of my face with your love.

    10. You, trying to convince yourself to work out:

    “Just do one jumping jack, bro.”

    11. When you realise your feet haven’t touched the floor in days.

    Get your shit together.

    12. You, trying to remember what day of the week it is:

    Is it Saturday or Thursday?

    13. You, watching your house shrink with each passing day:

    Has my house always been this small?

  • The Necessity Entrepreneur Grinding With No Salary

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.


    Tell me about the beginning of money for you.

    It has to be when I was 12. I lost my mum, and I suddenly felt responsible for my younger siblings – I’m the firstborn of my mum. 

    I’m very sorry about your loss. Did you have any other guardian? 

    Thanks. Losing our mum affected everyone in the house. My dad blanked out during this period. My mum’s death really broke him. For context, he was a contractor, and the more he sought out and won contracts, the more he earned.

    Some context, my mum was actually the second wife, so we had my step mum to be there for us. But even she had her own struggles. 

    What? 

    She was caring for too many people. We always had a lot of people living with us, my dad had a lot of extra people in the house – extended family members. She had to take care of all of us, and so even though everyone got food in the house, the portions were very small. Sometimes, you’d have to leave it for younger ones because they didn’t stop crying. 

    And so, we were always hungry. So this was the period of, “if we had money now, things would have been better.”

    Out of desperation, my brother and I planted yams and spinach. Someone said, “just put it in the ground, it will grow.” It did grow, but when we harvested it, it was tiny and bitter hahaha.

    Ouch. Must have sucked. 

    Bitter, horrible yams that pests had already punished, but we ate sha. I can’t remember how long it took the yam to grow, but I can never forget that taste. Also, it was around this time I went to boarding school – my mum died when I was in JSS 1, the second term. 

    When we were going back to school, my dad gave us a sack of Garri and kuli-kuli only, and we were crying. My step-sister’s husband then decided to buy us provisions for school. Since then, before we leave for school, he’d ask “what did daddy give you?” and follow it with “what do you need that he didn’t give you?” So I knew I’d have to manage till the next time I came home. 

    But from SS1, daddy was back. It wasn’t perfect, but he was at his best since mum died.

    It took him about three years. Wow. 

    Yep.

    Anyway, my dad also had this weird principle of “if you don’t gain admission, no money for you.” It took me two years to gain admission. But I was writing pre-degree exams though. I wrote a direct entry exam and didn’t pass, but I couldn’t tell daddy I didn’t pass. So I had to use all the money I had to buy a pre-degree form, wrote the exam, and passed. I didn’t tell him until I’d gained admission. 

    Mad oh. 

    The other struggle was that the school I was at during my pre-degree programme, cooking wasn’t really a thing, and the only way was to buy food. And since I didn’t have enough money, I didn’t eat properly, and since I wasn’t eating properly, I had a stomach ulcer. This was around 2011. Again, because my dad felt I’d not yet ‘gained admission’, he wasn’t sending money regularly. It just came whenever it came. 

    But when I gained admission in 2012, things got way better. I was getting ₦30k every other month. That went on for years. 

    Something happened sha. Early 2016, I got a text from my dad: “Be prudent with your spending.”

    Why? 

    Buhari, hahaha. The good thing is, at this point, I’d already gotten used to saving money a lot because there was this mindset of knowing that I’d always need money when something goes wrong. 

    In fact, from saving, that’s how I was able to buy a laptop when I was in 300-level, 2015. Also, I started selling pure water and eggs in school.

    I started the pure water part with 100, that will buy you two bags of pure water. 

    Within one month, I was already doing 10 bags of pure water and that’s where I pegged each batch at. My hostel was two floors up, and having to carry ten bags of pure water every day was just wahala. 

    Also, I stopped going home when school activity closed. Most of the people selling stuff would have closed, and so, everyone still in school would know me as the only place to get pure water or egg. 

    *School poultry at 700 per crate – sold at ₦30 naira*

    In my final year though, I couldn’t sell anything again, because my cousin came to squat in my hostel. Everywhere just became rowdier somehow, and it would have been more inconvenient for my roommates. 

    I still sold water sparingly though. 

    Something else I picked up from my early Uni days was sewing. There was an ASUU strike, so I told my (step) mum that I wanted to learn how to sew. My mum bought the malts and drinks, while I paid for the training. When you start an apprenticeship, you need to buy drinks. 

    I was learning until the strike got called off six months after it began. So I was working on most of the clothes I wore in school by myself. Then I scaled up right after uni, while I was heading for NYSC. I got a machine. 

    Nice! Did you buy it? 

    Nope. My step mum had this tabletop sewing machine that’s really old and no one had used for decades. The sewing machine is older than her oldest stepsister – she’s 45 years old.

    Woah!

    She said, “If you can fix it, fix it o”. I took it to one man to help me fix, and when I asked him how much, he said ₦1k, only one thousand naira! So I was going back to the state where I was serving, I just carried the machine along for NYSC. 

    I was mostly feeding on my sewing money, and saving most of my NYSC allowance. Also, I was getting 5k from my office, and another ₦15k from the ministry – the ministry gave me that for only six months though. 

    Also, I got a sewing contract for some program they were doing for widows. After executing, my profit was like ₦30k. One of the senior officials was so impressed, that he gave me ₦40k after service and was like “you’re so hardworking and different.”

    That tabletop is also what I used to sew my brother’s bride’s wedding dress. I sew for my family too. 

    How much did you have right after NYSC? 

    ₦187k. 

    I went back home after NYSC, and started working out of my uncle’s garage. Fast forward till the end of the year –this was 2017 by the way – my uncle was like, “you can do better than this.” 

    So I went to Abuja for a three months training program. I paid ₦100k from my own savings, and my uncle paid the remaining ₦150k.

    I have an older sister who lives in Abuja, and when she found out for the first time how serious I was about making dresses, she was excited too!

    “Ah ahn, all these designers in Abuja, this is what they make too na” and all that. Anyway, she helped us get a two-bedroom apartment. 

    That is amazing. But what do you mean ‘us’?

    Remember that ASUU strike? My brother was also caught in that strike. So while I was learning tailoring and fashion design, he was learning how to bake. We got this space now, and he suddenly had a space to bake, while I had a space to make dresses. 

    So your customers’ clothes always smell like it’s fresh out of the oven. Proper snacks. 

    Hahaha, not really. So yes, that’s how I packed all my things and moved to Abuja in August 2019. 

    That is awesome. Now I’m wondering, what are your margins like? Profits? Losses? Costs? 

    Now, that’s the one I don’t understand. First of all, there were some outstanding bills that I needed to sort out. To be honest, I’m not doing well with the finances. 

    The struggle is that I don’t want to start paying myself from my business yet. But that means I’m starving.

    These days I’ve been thinking, should I just look for a government job? 

    For safety and stability? 

    Yes. But more importantly, just so I can focus on growing the business without worrying about making a living off it yet. The financial aspect of this business is stressing me.

    Would you pay someone to do it if you could? 

    Gladly. Every time I go out to buy materials, I struggle to write down or even track those numbers. But if I had to pay someone, I would. 

    How much? 

    Something reasonable. 

    What is reasonable? 

    I’m stingy. 

    Okay, give me a number, anything. 

    Okay, maybe ₦5k for every ₦50k worth of revenue or something. I really am not sure. 

    If you had to put together all the money you made last year, how much would it be? 

    From August till December, I’d say ₦500k. This is basically everything that has entered. 

    Do you know your cost of production? 

    I feel so vulnerable. 

    That’s normal, and it’s okay.

    Thank you. I haven’t balanced the books, but what I know is that I don’t pay myself. I’m not running at a loss. When I want to buy stuff for the business, I just dip and buy. Also, my uncle gives me a monthly stipend because he doesn’t want me taking from my business. I’ve barely had any non-work related outing in that time period since I moved to Abuja, so the 15k he sends mostly covers my feeding. Also, from this money, I also pay my staff. I hired a tailor on a commission basis. His last few weeks, I paid ₦25k. 

    Where do you find customers? 

    My sister and her friends. Then their friends. So, word of mouth. Something interesting that happens when people see my work is that they don’t say “who sewed it for you?” They say “where did you buy it.”

    That is good feedback. 2020 is going to be your first full year in business. What are your biggest concerns? 

    I worry that I won’t be able to meet my goals. I currently have four sewing machines, including the tabletop machine. But I want to get an industrial sewing machine by the middle of the year. I also want a permanent staff – the current guy only comes when my workload is too much. 

    I want to be able to do other things, like accessories. That should bring more business. 

    Getting new customers is a struggle. I really need to work on my online presence. I barely use any social media. I have a non-existent presence on social media. 

    What are your compulsory expenses every month? 

    I go to the market once a week. So my transport expenses aren’t that much. 

    Do you have an emergency fund? 

    My emergency fund is in shaa Allah. If anything happens now, everything stops.

    Hahaha. It’s time for that financial happiness question. 1-10? 

    I’m a 4. I’m really not happy with where I am, because I know I could be doing better. I can do better. I feel like I’m not putting in enough work. I don’t feel like I’m taking more risks – like ready-to-wear clothes. Because the margins are better there by my estimates. 

    Now, I’m considering taking a monthly job because of the safety of a monthly salary. But the other side is that it’s a chance to meet more people. That’s my dilemma, right now. Now, I’ve added feeling vulnerable to it. 

    Entrepreneurship is hard. I thought making really nice clothes was going to be enough. But I’ve realised it’s more than that.


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  • 5 Awesome Things That Happened At Martell At Dusk

    Martell’s Sunday night party was all shades of fun and MAD! We mean that; because how else can one describe the recent Martell at Dusk (M.A.D) which held at Freedom Way, Lekki Phase 1?

    The premium cognac brand hosted several people to an evening of laid-back fun and razzmatazz. Here are some major highlights of the event:

    Kelechi Amadi-Obi’s Photo Booth

    Photographer extraordinaire, Kelechi Amadi-Obi, put out all the stops, as usual, capturing all the fashionable folks and entertaining scenes in the coolest environment – his photo booth.

    Nonstop music:

    Gbedu and drinks are a great combo, which is why we were really feeling DJ Smallz’ skills on the beat.

    Celeb sightings:

    From musicians to media personalities, OAP’s and influencers. We can say with our chest that we spotted Ycee, Koko by Khloe, Moet, Isilomo, Sophia Alakija, Becca and of course, the ever energetic and ace hypeman, Shodi–who hosted the event. Err, we might have taken a few selfies with them-because vanity.

    Nonstop drinks:

    Going to a Martell party and not drinking Martell? That can’t happen. We had more than enough and then some.

    Squads:

    Because why would you attend a cool outdoor event without your personal persons? Everyone came out with someone, or got someone at this event.

    We surely can’t wait to attend another, if only for awesome pictures by a god of photography and of course, some fine Martell.

    Even more photos:

  • From ₦310k to ₦1.2 million In One month, This Is The Trick

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

    Quick One: The guy in this story has a serious knack for just hustling for money, and it drove him to do menial jobs as early as age 13. Let’s get into it!

    What was the first thing you did for money?

    When I lived in Kano, there were people who were selling rams, so I’d pick the hull of beans, and sell to the ram sellers in sacks – this was in 2001. Then I tried conductor work out of stubbornness. The driver paid me 500 that day, but someone saw me and reported to my dad. That ended. We moved to another state, and not too long after, I secretly started pushing wheelbarrow on Fridays. I really didn’t want to depend on anyone at home for money at that time. 

    My dad never found out, because I knew that if he did, he might just say, “you’re going to pay your school fees with that money.”

    We moved again, and in the area we moved to, it was just developing, so there were a lot of construction sites. 

    Did you move a lot?

    Yep. I went to seven primary schools and six secondary schools, because we kept moving. So unlike most people, I don’t have primary school friends and secondary school friends. The only school I spent two years was the school I did my WAEC. 

    Wait, how old were you?

    2003, I started helping out in construction sites, transferring blocks from one place to another. Then I started packing sand from a river. Basically, you’d pack a truck’s worth of sand, and then you sell it to trailers at about 1500. 

    What sand dredging looks like.
    A kid in Kebbi state dredging the Argungu River.

    Nothing really happened till I got into University in 2007. There was this guy in school then who had a Computer centre. So I’d go there, help people type up their work, and give him a commission. 

    Then, people will call me from home and be like, don’t you need money, but I’d be like, nah I’m fine. The first project for someone was for a final year student, while I was in 300-level. Then I was on my way home after 400-level, and this student – a pregnant lady – was like, come and help me write my project. She paid me 30k in 2011. When I got back home, I was balling. 

    I graduated and went to serve in 2013. Then I started the job hustle, travelling everywhere to go and write job interviews. I travelled to Lagos to write one. I travelled to Kano to write another one. And so on. I sent CVs to my uncles and all that, nothing came through. That time ehn, I write cover letter tire. 

    Then one day in 2014, I got called that my dad was sick in the hospital. He died, eventually. 

    Woah.

    Everything changed after that – I was 26 at the time, and I still had two younger siblings in university. Things got really tough, and we had to sell our house to fund my siblings’ education and stuff. Around that time, I made this friend in my compound at the time, who I can now call big brother, sort of.

    He was like “did you send CVs to your uncles about job?” I said yes. And he said, “I’ll advise you not to wait mehn. Just wear your hustle cap, and let’s go and look for money.”

    So I started following him to a Ministry in Abuja where he worked. That was how I started my agent work, registering trademarks and whatnot for people. I was learning the ropes, so I wasn’t really making money. I was running a lot of errands – making photocopies, submitting documents, etc. And because I was super comfortable with computers – from all the time I spent working on docs in University – they trusted me with it. 
    So then, I’d make 1,500 on some days, other days 3k. Some days, even up to 5k. Out of this money, I still had to support the family – buy food in the house, give out pocket money, fuel the Gen and all that.

    I did that for almost one and a half years. 

    Must have been intense. 

    Sometime in 2015, someone tweeted about a job. I applied and got hired as a Social Media executive to get paid 70k a month. 

    What I didn’t realise was that the role was double fold. It was a tech company, and basically, I was hired to do Social Media work for one of their clients. But then, I also had to do social media work for the company that actually hired me. 

    So, the interesting thing I found out when I resumed at the company I was posted to was that I walked into what would be my office to see one person in a room that has five computers. 

    And she just looked up at me like, “oh they brought you here? I’m leaving, that’s why they’re bringing you. You go hear am.”

    I should have listened to that lady, because what it meant was that I was doing the work of 5-6 people at the same time. 

    Then after work on Monday, my boss would come and be like, “let’s think through this,” “let’s do that,” “why is our output low” etc.

    I’d recommend solutions, and he’d still come back and rant the next Monday. By the 3rd month, I sent in my resignation with no plan after. 

    I remember my line manager saying, “won’t you at least wait till the end of the month to collect your salary?” 

    Nah, I was done. 

    Crazy. 

    Also at the time, I’d already started looking for how to make money on Social Media. I’d get tiny gigs from brands promoting stuff. 

    My mum would just come into the room and be like, “what are you doing on your phone?” She had no idea I was literally make a living off that phone. 

    My first major gig came that year – 100k. It was huge. And I was like, this social media something might make sense o. So I invested in a better device – a Tab. I bought it for somewhere between 40-50k. 

    I doubled down, and started doing gigs for all kinds of brands and organisations, getting 10k here, 20k there.. The real big one came late 2015 – I got paid 250k.

    ‘Influencer Marketing’? 

    I legit made a living tweeting. 

    Then one day, a friend of mine emailed me about a company hiring. They were looking for a local researcher. I remember being in a bookshop a few days later when they called me and were like “Is this a good time? We want to interview you.”

    “Of course it’s a good time.” By the time the call was over, they’d hired me on the spot. 

    It was a per diem role, and you know how much they were paying me?

    Tell me.

    17k per day. I did that for a month and a half. 

    Omo, I was working everyday for eight hours. It was human-centered research, so I was doing what you’re doing with me right now – interviewing people and then transcribing it. I’d pick out the whats, whys, whens and hows of a story, and move on to another story. The research was basically about how people were using social media to demand accountability from government.

    By the time I finished, the year was over, and I had so much money that I just wanted to go and chill. I gave my mum money as usual – I mean, I’d already started sending her money since I was doing my NYSC. After my dad died, it became my duty to make sure there was food in the house. 

    Ah, the first born struggle. 

    Yes. By January, the company that needed research reached out to me again. In all this time, my social media profile was also growing. People would reach out to me from companies, and say they needed someone to find people to push stuff on social media. So I’d raise a small team, push the gigs to them, get paid by the company, then get my commission from them too. So let’s say a brand pays me 100k, and want to pay the other people 50k. I’d get my 100k, then collect a broker commission from the remaining people – 20%. 

    It was a two-way model. 

    Add to that, I used to get some money from people commissioning me to do some writing for them too. 

    Back to that research company. They asked if they could take me on as a consultant.

    I signed up immediately. 

    My work was mostly advisory at this point, recommending how to use one or two hacks –mostly with digital skills and tech – on how to improve their development work. 

    Then in June, they’re like, we think you’re good at engaging our partners. And we want you to become a coordinator for the development project in Abuja. 

    So, my money got raised 20k a day. I had already switched to 5 days a week at this time. Some days, I’d work extra, and spread it out to make up for other days. 

    Interesting. 

    Also, my work involved a lot of travel across the region, so I was also getting travel allowances. I was travelling to Maiduguri, Kano, Jigawa, Kaduna, etc. Each trip, Breakfast is paid for, with my hotel fees. Then I got 3k for lunch, 3k for dinner, and another extra 2k for staying in that town. 

    Sometimes, I’d spend a week in a state, and they’ll pay me a per diem of 85k. Add my main 20k per diem.

    20k plus 20 days. Quick math. 

    Important to note that, travel wasn’t consistent, but I know my average was about 500 to 550k per month. 

    By mid-2016, they said they wanted to make me a full-time staff. I remember them giving me this long speech because they thought I wouldn’t want to come in full time, but in my head, I’m like “you people, I full ground.” 

    In hindsight, maybe I would have stayed behind and collected more money as a consultant. But careerwise, it was a good move, because it meant more immersive responsibility. 

    By August 2016, my first salary was 280k, as part of a one year contract. No more per diem. Only extra money was from travel. I used to go to like two to three locations every month. 

    I started managing and coordinating not just small teams, but entire projects. 

    In a month, I might not even spend my salary on myself, but I’d still be comfortable. But, I also had other responsibilities that needed to be met, like family. I don’t drink, smoke, club, or juggle babes. So I had very little need to spend money outside of the usual stuff. 

    I got my next raise in mid-2018 when I got promoted and took home 310k. 

    My Social media gigs were coming more frequently, plus travel money. So I always had money week on week. 

    But you know the one thing I wasn’t doing in all this time? 

    What?

    Saving. As the money was coming, I was just spending. I suck at saving. There’s no story like “oh I’m stashing 100k every month somewhere”. But what I did instead in that period was that, I bought two pieces of land, one 100 x 50 and another 50 x 50. 

    I started building a house for my mum. 2018 was when I took the worst hit. Every month, about 250k from my salary was going into that house. So – 

    – Quick one, how much did the entire house cost?

    Actually, I had spent 2 million and hadn’t finished. The thing is, buying a house is more expensive but more convenient. But when you’re building, you have to micromanage everything. Keep in mind that the 2 million includes the land I bought. 

    But one of the things that helped a lot was that I have a friend who volunteered to design the house for free. Based on “our mumsy”. He even volunteered to help supervise every now and then. 

    It got to a point in 2018, I told myself, “guy you just dey work work. When are you going to enjoy?” So I spent money on vacationing, and that cost about 500k. 

    Enjoyment.

    By 2019, I moved out from my family’s space, and paid the rent for my first space, 500k. Then my mum’s place – because the house wasn’t done – 250k. Then siblings’ school fees. That’s how things have been up till this point. 

    But, staying alone is expensive. Also, I started spending more on Ubers. I spend about 3-4k on Ubers everyday. Trips to work cost like 1,100 in the morning. And there’s the weekend part. Then I spend another 3k on food. This became like a constant running cost in my life. 

    *180k*

    I tried investment at some point sha – twice. But bad management ruined them.

    Random, but the biggest money I’ve earned at once in recent times, was that I helped someone work on a research project for two weeks, and I got paid 850k. 

    Wut? 

    Yep. Also, I had just resigned from my job, so add my 310k salary to that. But something interesting happened in all these years. Because of my bad saving habits, I was owing debts of over 300k. I’d randomly just hit up my guy and tell him to send me money etc. 

    Do you have a money rule?

    Never run out of money – number one rule. I have too many responsibilities to run out of money. When it comes to money, I never tell my family no. I never even let them know when I’m broke. I just send money every time they need it. 

    I end up spending money on my dependents more than I do on myself. 

    Time for the audit.

    My money situation is very messy, because I’m getting it from multiple sources, but I’m not always tracking every dime properly. 

    So, what’s next? 

    I have another job I’m going to resume at. My take-home is going to be about 1.2 million after tax. It’s actually going to be in Forex, but that’s what it comes to when it’s changed to naira. 

    Forex is a Nigerian dream. 

    Yes. One of my friends has been earning in forex for over four years now. I don’t even joke around with it. I basically go to her to teach me how to constantly find opportunities like that. 

    What’s the hack for earning in Forex?

    I really dunno if there’s a direct hack. But I think that, as people are growing, they should always identify opportunities in their fields that exist outside the country. If you’ve been doing something for so long and you’ve gotten good at it, you should be checking career pages of international organisations operating in Nigeria. 

    Some people write so well, and a lot of these organisations are looking for technical writers and researchers and so on. Many of them pay in Forex. There are some roles where they pay in naira, but if they’re a foreign development organisation operating in Nigeria, they’re probably paying some people in forex, and you want to be part of them. 

    Don’t limit yourself and say, “oh I’m earning 200k. I can’t apply for a job that’s paying 2 million.”: You’d be surprised that your skill is what they’re looking for. 

    What are your earnings looking like 5 years from now? 

    All things being equal, I’ll be earning about 2.5 million a month. But for the next year or two, it’s looking like maybe 1.2-1.5 million a month. 

    What about in 30 years?

    Well, there’s my pension. To be honest, I think it’s necessary, to just earn and know some of it is being kept safely for much later. 

    On a scale of 1-10, what’s financial happiness looking like for you?

    For now, I’d say 6. Because what I earn is enough to take care of my immediate problems and dependencies. My next salary will take me to an 8. Because that’s when I can now begin to save and invest effectively.


  • Is It Adulting If Your Parents Provide Everything You Need?

    In certain cultures, adulting is marked with rituals, tests and celebrations. But when you’re Nigerian, adulting often comes at you without warning. Adulting comes in different forms; bills, family, responsibility, and you guessed it, a child. 

    Everyone who’s crossed that bridge has a unique story. Stories that can help you see you’re not alone. That’s why every Thursday at 9 am, we’ll bring you one Nigerian’s journey to adulthood, the moment it happened and how it shaped them.

    The question we’ve been asking is, “when did you realise you were an adult?” 

    The 26-year old woman in this story has never had to worry about anything that matters. Just 26 years of pure cruise. She’s a baby girl, shuttling between Lagos and Abuja, with a comfortable life. Nearly everything simply falls in her lap. It’s why she feels like there’s a big chance that she never got the chance to grow up.

    It’s weird but Abuja reminds me of how most people like to think they can determine their fortune. I don’t know the exact details of how my parents moved there. My dad often talks about it as a story of him taking a big chance by buying land here and trusting his business acumen but I think he thinks too much of himself. It was just luck. He was just in the right place at the right time when someone offered land in what would become Gwarimpa. Just luck. What if he hadn’t been at the place when whoever it is first told him about land in Gwarimpa? What about the people who weren’t?

    I’m part of a generation that doesn’t know what our parents like to call ‘home’. Both my parents are from the South; my mother has a bit of Yoruba in her, I think, but I hardly ever go “back home”. When I was born, my father had been on what I like to call a winning streak. He’d been in finance for a while; then he saved up.

    With the help of one of those old friends he calls his brother, he got into importing in the 90s. Now, they import cheap things from China; shiny, cheap things that people have to buy. They had me when his money came. I have two older brothers. The gap in years between me and my immediate older brother is big enough to make me look like an afterthought.

    One time, when I was about 9, my entire extended family travelled back to Agbor for a burial. Someone in my father’s age grade had died and I assume he was the wealthiest of his peers. So I guess he felt responsible for the whole thing. The Lagos People travelled in one convoy and us Abuja people travelled in ours. We spent the night after the first half of our journey in a hotel in Enugu.

    What we did could have been called a complete takeover. My uncles, cousins, everyone was somewhere in the hotel; in the kitchen, at the bar. Except us. We were in the room; me, my parents and my two brothers. My dad told to order whatever we wanted as long as it wasn’t alcohol. But we couldn’t go out to be with with everybody else.

    That’s what my childhood was like. We had everything we wanted but we couldn’t share it with anyone else. Mondays to Fridays were for going to school, watching television and playing with whatever. Weekends, we’d go shopping with my mum and on Sundays, church. Nothing else, ever.

    Of course, my brothers figured their way around getting out of the house. I was allowed to have friends over but every time I suggested going to their houses or anywhere else, I was reminded that our compound was big enough to play. And it was. But nothing is ever big enough. I got in trouble too much for literally harming myself or doing silly things like climbing the stairs on the short end of the railing. I have a chipped tooth because of that one.

    I learned very on that if I wanted something, all I had to do was ask. My dad was the one who could hardly ever say no to me but it didn’t matter who I asked. Everything was just always so easy. When I was a lot younger, my favourite status symbol was having a driver who took me everywhere and waited until I was finished. As I grew older, I didn’t worry about the things I imagine people my age were worrying about. It’s almost like there was a script I was acting. I remember this one time in secondary school, I had a friend who kept talking about a phone so much, so I bought her one.

    I thought it was ironic that my parents were so restrictive but they’d give me money when I asked for it. So I started asking the help to buy me things I was really interested in; like jewelry, art and books from the market. I’d write names of writers for her and she’d buy whatever the woman gave her and we’d both try to make sure my mother’s watchful eyes did not stumble on us.

    University was always meant to be the escape I first found in books, the place where I’d eventually see ‘life’, something different. It wasn’t. I didn’t realise it till I’d left but I went there and did exactly what I was supposed to do.

    My parents and I had fought over my supposed desire for distractions. I could have gone to Atlanta or some random school in the UK easily but it was ‘unnecessarily far’ for them.

    So I went to the American University of Nigeria in Yola. It’s exactly all that it’s made out to be. But all I did was eat, swim, read, go on trips with my girls. The only consolation is that, at some level, I did some of the more absurd things I always wanted to do. That’s where I went wild. I would go to Abuja on a whim just to do something as random as getting a back tattoo. I even had a car parked in the town at some point. But I flunked my courses like hell while I was there. I like to think I’m not entirely stupid but I couldn’t be bothered to make the effort. It didn’t count and I knew it. Everything was already set. I barely even graduated. I loved Yola. I still do. But by the time I left, life had begun to feel very hollow.

    Are you an adult if your parents still provide everything you need? How can you defend yourself or anything you stand for when there’s a blanket waiting to catch you and all the consequences of your actions? How can you earn a life that was always literally handed to you?

    There’s this poem called “Convenience Stores” by a spoken word poet called Buddy Wakefield. I think it describes what I feel like on most days. This driver walks into a shop and throws some life-shaking questions at a sales girl. And at a point, he asks her, “Is this it for you, is this all you’ll ever be?”. I’m not a salesgirl but I’ve always felt like everyone was asking me that question.

    “Your father has money, and then what? What about you?”

    Most people are judged by how they’ve overcome their challenges but apart from the odd hectic week at work, I can’t say I go to through anything that qualifies as ‘gruelling’. It’s not hard for me to admit my privilege or say I’ve had more room to make mistakes than others. I don’t feel bad about it. I’ve enjoyed it. I wouldn’t change a thing. But where are the mistakes? I’ve not even gone out and made those.

    What I am now is what you would call a bad bitch.

    My dad put me on the books at his firm as soon as I returned to Abuja, same as my brothers. I did my NYSC there and got paid my first salary. It was rather uneventful at first but because of the mess with the new tariffs at Apapa, the Lagos end of his business is more important. He’s getting older so he sends me down sometimes. I met my boyfriend on one of those trips.

    He’s one of the few things I enjoy about my life. Everything else is the same as it has always been. People introduce me by my father’s full name and then say I’m his daughter. I do it too. It opens doors. But I’m worried that if we all do it enough, I’ll forget who I was supposed to be, whoever that is. I don’t think I ever figured it out. And I’m running out of time to.

    I’ve told my mother that I want to quit and move to the UK. She always forces her hand over my mouth when I mention it.

    “Don’t let your father hear. He has big plans for you.”

    I’m 27 in July and I live in the family guest house at home. Life is good; I have a well-paying job with money that I don’t spend. My parents make faces when I’m travelling “too far”. My boyfriend mostly buys me things because he thinks he has to. So he buys things I already have; like an extra bottle of perfume. He should take the hint and buy a big, shiny ring soon.

    I have a few investments of my own here and there; money in a friend’s business, some mutual funds. I give a lot to causes on social media too. But it sucks to have come so far and still feel like there’s something I’ve not done.

    Maybe my real fear is that Nigeria could happen to us and the family business–our source of security somehow ceases to exist. I worry that I won’t know how to handle a life where everything isn’t at my fingertips. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it.

    I’m quitting my father’s firm this year. We’ve been talking and I have the support of my brothers. My mum will take some more convincing. First, the UK. We went a lot as kids so it feels familiar. I need a brief calm before the tempest comes. From there, I’ll decide what’s next. As of now, I have no inkling what ‘next’ is. Setting on a path with no plans is not the smart choice, but that’s the entire point of doing it.

  • Here’s All You Need To Know About The #AbujaPoliceRaidOnWomen

    Over a hundred women have been arrested and detained by the Abuja police in the past couple of weeks. The arrests were made after raiding a couple of clubs in Abuja.

    The women’s crimes? ‘Prostitution and/or clubbing’. But here’s the funny thing about that, nowhere in Nigeria’s Criminal or Penal Code is clubbing a crime. And although prostitution is a crime under the Penal Code, so is solicitation. However, only women were arrested.

    Prisoner with handcuffs on hands

    Public outcry only began over the last couple of days. But this weekend isn’t the first time this type of raid is happening. Before 70 women were arrested last Saturday night, 30 women were arrested in another raid two weeks ago. And these are only the raids we know of. We don’t know how long these raids have gone on for, and how long they’ll continue.

    According to the police, noise pollution and the fact the property one of the clubs is located on, isn’t being used according to plan was the reason for the first raid. None of the club’s owners or managers were arrested in the raid. Do you know who was? Customers. And only female customers.

    The police are now claiming the women arrested were prostitutes. But no evidence has been provided by the police to back up their claims. Also, the women are being denied access to legal aid, which is their constitutional right. This denial is a breach of their rights.

    The worst part of this already heartbreaking story are the several reports that have surfaced of rape and sexual assault of the women in custody by the police.

    If you were wondering what police leaders planned to do about this debacle, here is what Yomi Shogunle, the Assistant Commissioner of Police had to say about the arrests.

    Again prostitution is only criminalised in the Northern states of Nigeria and Abuja, not the whole country.

    The women are still in custody and no one is being allowed access to them.

    The biggest takeaway from this? It’s clearly a crime to be a woman in Nigeria.

  • Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish–others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

    This week’s story was pulled off in collaboration with mycashestate.com–they’re making it ridiculously easy for everyone to grow money by investing. The lady in this story will do whatever it takes to make a living. 

     

    Age: 27

    Occupation: Content Creator

    Net Income: ₦300,000/month

    Rent: ₦250,000 (shared apartment)

    What’s your oldest memory of money?

    Not like I had physical cash to spend, but I knew we had money growing up. But I remember my mum worked a lot–she’d leave early and come back late. And even though we hardly saw her, we went shopping every other weekend.

    Like, I remember I’d see a toy on TV and be like “mummy mummy! I want!” And I got it.

    When do you feel like you earned your first money?

    If we’re counting getting sprayed at a party, then it’s my 7th birthday. It was about 5 or 6 thousand. I kept all of it in that Danish Cookies tin. And my mum was like, oh you made money. Let me keep it for you. That was the end of it.

    Also, there was this time in secondary school when I entered a writing competition. I was in SS1, and this was in like 2005. Anyway, I won 500 pounds. It met the same fate as my birthday money, but we move.

    Ouch.

    After I won that competition, I realised I could actually sell stories. So people would buy empty notes and I’d write stories for them. They paid with food. I think at every point, I’ve always done all kinds of things to raise money, like “oh I can help you do this if you pay me.”

    But my first proper paying job was in 2010. I’d just dropped out of school walked into a Broadcast station, and lied to them that I was a Youth Corper. So they hired me as a news correspondent and paid me 25k. Shortly after I started, I met this man who told me “leave this job, come and work for me.”

    I mean, I thought it was an actual job. But, na Glucose Guardian.

    He put me on a 20k per week stipend. To be honest, it was actually more, because every time we’d see, he’d give me money. At the beginning of every week though, I’d still get 20k.

    So what I’d do was leave home and resume in his house every other day. What’s interesting is that most of the time we didn’t even have sex or anything–just gisting.

    Aaaannnd then I got pregnant.

    Interesting

    After that? Uhm, nothing changed much to be honest. Money was still coming in even though I wasn’t working. I also had two more Glucose Guardians.

    After your baby daddy?

    Before actually–one was super busy while the other was Abroad.

    How much was coming in at this point?

    There was $100  every month. Plus another 20k every week. Plus the one guy that’d just point me to his money and say “take whatever you need”, but I never really took more than 30k. Then another guy who’d give me money. I think I was grossing at least 200k a month.

    How many Glucose Guardians did you have at peak?

    5–that I took seriously. The others were just guys I hit up for money.

    How did you find them?

    They always found me. Always. One day I was leaving this place where I used to go buy cakes, and I was waiting for a taxi. And then this guy walks up to me and drops the “you look like someone I know” line. And we get talking and he goes, here’s my number. Call me, I’d love to eat cake with you. One of them I met at the same place on a different day. Others were people I met at a club or at a party.

    Okay, So I–

    Oh, I forgot this guy. He wasn’t really a Glucose Guardian. But he just liked me, and always loved clubbing. Also, he almost got duped by waiters once while he was drunk, but I didn’t let that happen. And since then, every night he wanted to go clubbing, he’d just call me up, and by the time we were done clubbing, he’d give me 200 or 300 dollars.

    2010 was a busy year.

    Pretty much.

    2011?

    Glucose Guardians dropped to two–one of them was my baby daddy. And I just thought to “calm down”. So I stopped smoking, I stopped drinking as much. But they still kept sending money every other week. But I think my general money coming in per week dropped to like 100k.

    Then the baby came.

    By then, it was still the same. Simple stream. 100k. 2012 was when I went back to school.

    Why did you drop out of school the first time?

    I felt like I was under serious pressure. I just felt this need to be good at everything and make my mum proud.

    “You’re the genius in the family. You’re the one who will take this family higher.”

    So at some point, it’s like I snapped. I took my school fees for the semester, blew it travelling, and forged my result.

    When my mum found out, and the “I’m very disappointed in you” was over, she asked me if I wanted to go back to school. I said no, I told her I’d work instead. That’s how I got the Broadcast station job.

    Your mum seems to be the consistent parent figure.

    She was my father figure too. I just knew my dad was somewhere in the world, but he never mattered.

    Okay, back to 2012, you went back to school–

    Aaand, that’s when my dad actually showed up. My dad was responsible for putting us back in school, but my mum still did the paying.

    My mum gave him our money, and you know what he did? He blew it.

    Ouch.

    That was when I knew, “you know what, I need to make money again”. So I started working as a Social Media Manager for people. Keep in mind that the money from my Glucose Guardian days mostly went to taking care of my family too. But then that responsibility paused when my mum took financial control and wanted me to go back to school. But I was back at the helms after my dad blew the money.

    So here I was, living in a short time hotel, living with a baby, and winging it because my dad blew our money–thanks, dad. He eventually paid the fees–but it wasn’t until it was time for exams that we found out it wasn’t even complete. We being me and my brother.

    Okay, so the Social Media job?

    I was handling social media for two accounts, and they were paying 20k a month each. And then I was writing for a couple of websites.

    All of that brought my income to about 85k. This was 2012. I did this till 2013. I was also in school though.

    And in 2013?

    I dropped the old writing gigs, picked up some new ones but I was doing mostly the social media gigs. Mostly 50k a month though, in total. This was like the average till I graduated in 2015. I just always had to make sure I was earning money.

    And post-graduation?

    I started an Admin role in a school that same year. That was giving me 30k. But that was great, because my baby started school, and I only had to pay 60k tuition, as opposed to paying 100 and something. I did that job for about 5 months. Then I moved to Lagos.

    Ah, Lagos.

    I was in Abuja all this time. My starting salary was about 79,600 from October 2015 to April 2016, till the company folded up. Next job paid 97k. I was there till October 2016. Then the next job paid 150k. Because I wanted to go freelance, I renegotiated in 2017, and that money dropped to 100k.

    How much were you earning from freelance gigs?

    It wasn’t coming steady, but then there’d just be the random 50k for web copy, or 100k for proposals, etc. So I started a small business in 2017, that would give me 20k in the month that I was serious with it. Based on frequency, I’ll put the freelance average to 30k.

    By October 2017, I decided to freelance full time.

    How much did you earn in November?

    Nothing. I earned nothing. I was basically living off of my savings. December, I went back home and seriously contemplated staying there. Because it was like yo, I hate where I’m living. I don’t have a job. I’m not making any money.

    But you didn’t.

    I entered 2018 wanting to take my business seriously. I saw that with little seriousness, I still managed to make 135k in cash. And it was with that I got a loan in 2018.

    Where did you get the loan from?

    A friend. About 380k. I’m paying back with interest–471,900. Last payment was last week.

    So all of that money went into the business?

    Nope. My sister’s school fees came up. Over half of it. The rest of the money went into the business. I used it to buy supplies and materials for the business. The money was supposed to be used for scaling the business and work on readymade stuff. While I just handle the bespoke requests. That didn’t happen.

    I was living off the business at this time. The goal was to make at least 3k a day. But it didn’t come steadily. So on the average, it was an average of 1500 a day in profit. So put that to 45k a month. Plus 50k from a freelance job.

    Did you get more freelancing jobs?

    I was trying to get jobs, but jobs were not getting me. Everyone wanted full time, and I knew that wasn’t something I wanted to do anymore.

    Thennn, one came, and it was paying 175k. And then another that paid 100k. And another one paying 50k. That 3rd one didn’t stick around for long though.

    I stopped the business for a while, scaling down on orders to like, the barest minimum.

    So currently, I’m at 275k per month. Add the random small gigs, and I do a little over 300k a month.

     

    Looking at your career now, how much do you think you should be earning?

    A lot more. At least 500k for less work. Nigeria is why I’m not earning this much.

    How much do you imagine you’d be earning a year from now?

    I have no idea. 500 hopefully. I’m working on my 500 game plan. I know what I want to do, I’m just working on doing it.

    Something you want but can’t afford right now?

    Travel. I want to go to Europe to see my favourite city.

    Let’s talk about saving.

    I tell myself I’m saving because of rent or my Eurotrip. But to be honest, I’m saving because I know there’ll always be an emergency. My mother is going to call about something for the house or my kid.

    My brother is going to going to call about something.

    Like, my mum might just call and say, “Ah, buy units for power for the house o.” And then I’ll go okay. And pay for it, while laughing in my head like, this woman doesn’t know I have only 2k left in my account sha. Maybe I’m just going to go to Cotonou.

     

    But then again, I started this year with zero savings, and now I have 71k in my savings. You know, maybe I’m actually not doing badly.

    Do you have a pension account?

    I’m supposed to have had one at some point, in one of those jobs, not like I’ve paid attention. I’m going to pay attention to it eventually. I know how important pensions can be because I know what it means for my mum now. It’s not a lot but it comes–when someone hasn’t embezzled it.

    What’s the last thing you paid for that required serious planning?

    My laptop. I won’t say serious planning, I just kept waiting for the money to come so I could use it to buy the laptop. It cost 270k.

    Do you have a health plan?

    No. When I fall sick, I cry mostly. Then I go to the hospital and get drugs. Thankfully, I hardly fall sick.

    What has changed the most about your perspective about money, 2011 and now.

    Nothing, except now I know that I must always give my family the perception that I earn way less than I currently do. Doesn’t really change anything but it might just give me some comfort.

    Do you have any investments?

    I’m investing in my daughter’s future, plis dear.

    How would you rate your happiness levels?

    I’m content. I can afford to do things that make me a little more comfortable. This time last year, I couldn’t afford Ubers. I can eat when I want. Eating once a day is now a choice, not because I’m not sure when my next meal will come. I can afford to be a little reckless and buy clothes. I couldn’t do that before.

    Tell me something you’d love me to ask you?

    Please, what’s your account number? Lemme send you something for the weekend.

    You miss your Glucose Guardian days eh? 

    I do. I honestly and truly do. I need a Glucose Guardian so I can afford to be more reckless without worrying about emergencies.

    When everything is tough, a Glucose Guardian is a cushion.

    Check back every Monday at 9 am (WAT) for a peek into the Naira Life of everyday people. If you’d love to share your Naira Life with us, tell us here. You’ll be anon of course 🙂

     

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  • If anyone ever tells you Abuja isn’t the Land of Wealth. Tell them they are lying.

    Abuja is the land of everything. Every single thing. They can take it up with Buhari if they disagree.

    If you ever decide to stop by in the big city or at least go for an excursion there.

    You need to just take a glimpse of at least 2 of these places, else you haven’t been to Abuja

    Let’s that with the most famous place in the whole of Abuja’s history. Zuma Rock. Please just do yourself a favour and climb with supervision.

    Or else…

    Whether you’re Muslim, Christian or even an Atheist, if you see the National Mosque and ignore its beauty…

    …you are your own problem

    Just after you pass by the mosque, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t be tempted to stop by at the National Christian Centre.

    That’s a whole tourist attraction on it’s own.

    I don’t even know how to start talking about the Millenial Park. I mean, there are parks, and there are parks. This is one of those parks.

    You will enter this place and forget your worries. Take my word for it.

    If you are on this trip with your kids or a little sibling, you have to do them the favour of taking them to the National Children’s Park and Zoo.

    You will just see that somehow they are more willing to clean your room for you.

    While the kids are playing with animals, you can just quickly say hi to Buhari at the presidential villa. That’s if he hasn’t travelled.

    But the presidential villa is just behind the zoo, so no worries. You wouldn’t have wasted too much time.

    You wouldn’t want to go to Abuja and come back empty handed so you should probably stop by at the Abuja Art’s and Crafts Village.

    You will find at least one thing that tickles your fancy. I promise you.

    Now, if you want you and your kids to have a taste of Disneyland in Nigeria. Please just direct yourself to Wonderland Abuja.

    That’s all I’m going to say.

    If you leave Abuja without taking a trip down to Usuma Dam then can you even say you went to Abuja?

    Just take a look at this beauty.

    No mall in Nigeria comes close to Jabi Lake Mall.

    Trust us there’s nothing you won’t find in this beautiful mall.

    Our Abuja people, did we leave anywhere out? Share! Share! Share!

  • No matter where I go in this Nigeria (or outside), I will always look for good amala to buy. I’m now hunting down amala in Abuja.

    Amala is my best friend.

    Apparently, even my brothers and sisters up North have discovered the succulent beauty of this blessing.

    So if you are passing through or live in Abuja but don’t know where to find good amala, here are some of the best places doing the Lord’s good work.

    1. Iya Oyo Amala – 112 Idris Gidado St, Wuye

    Even though it still maintains its buka identity, everybody from governors to regular folk like us comes here to buy some of the best amala in Abuja.

    2. Amala Place – 67 Cadastra Zone, Mabushi

    Amala place is a proper mama-put. And you know what they say about mama-puts – they make the best food. For real.

    3. Amala Korner – Woodbridge Garden, Kur Mohammed Way, Behind Central mosque, CBD

    This is a new-generation buka. The environment is quite nice, however, the food is even better.

    4. Amala Coded – 4 Atakpame Street, off Adetokunbo Ademola Crescent, Wuse 2

    This place has more ‘eatery’ vibes than buka, but trust me, the food is just as good! The place looks quite nice.

    5. Amala Stodiez Garden – 11 Tafawa Balewa Way, Garki

    This is a nice garden space that you can go to relieve stress, as well as hunger. Their amala bangs!

    6. Kemi’s Delicacies – 16 Usuma Close, Maitama

    This is actually open on Saturdays, unlike most bukas. However, the food is good enough for you to keep going back every weekend.

    7. Biobak Kitchen – 1274 Nkwere Crescent, Garki

    Biobak is a major step up from the average local buka. The environment is really nice, and their amala matches up well.
    I’m still exploring some of the best spots, so if you know any, please share! You can tweet us @zikokomag!
  • 1. When Abuja cabbies squeeze you inside their small cars with 100 other passengers.

    Okay! Lagos Danfo is better than all this nonsense!

    2. When you’re trying to impress a Mallam with your Hausa skills so he can sell well for you, but he knows you’re a fraud.

    ”You mean you no sfeak Hausa?!”

    3. When Abuja girls have iPhone models that have not even been released yet.

    These people can intimidate sha.

    4. When you finally get a taste of Yahuza Suya.

    Fire Suya!!

    5. When you see fine Hausa boys coming and you spot one minister’s son.

    ” Sanuu fa!”

    6. When they ‘forget’ to collect your number, so you have to go and give them like:

    We can’t let fine big fish slip away like that.

    7. Silverbird Mall on Sallah Day.

    Abuja people only have one turn-up venue.

    8. When you’re house hunting and you hear the price of a 1 bedroom apartment in Games Village.

    700k!!! Issokay!!!

    9. When you see small small boys using their fathers’ cars to race.

    You want to kill yourselves for your parents?

    10. When Abuja sun comes out to say hi.

    Abuja sun is not from here abeg.

    11. When Abuja cabs are feeling smart calling 1K from Wuse to Berger.

    I’m from Lagos! You think I don’t have sense?

    12. When you finish eating in Blu Cabana and you see the price list.

    I have done myself today o!

    13. How Abuja people look at you when it’s raining and you’re unfortunate enough to be ‘carless’.

    Simple lift you cannot lift!

    14. How you sleep in Abuja knowing you won’t experience Lagos traffic.

    You can wake up 9 am and get to work by 8.30am!

    15. When you visit one of your friend’s house in Minister’s Hill and you forget which entrance you kept your slippers.

    These people have like 10 front doors!

    16. When you’re driving your Camry Pencil and one small boy with AMG Coupe thinks he can overtake you.

    Such rudeness!

    17. When someone says you should come and hang in their house in Bwari.

    Bwari ke!!! You think you’re living in Abuja?
  • There’s A Chinese Supermarket In Abuja But Nigerians Aren’t Really Welcome There
    Nothing can be more shocking than discovering that the management of a Chinese supermarket has allegedly refused entry to Nigerians in groups, except when escorted by a police officer due to their alleged criminal activities.

    According to the DailyTrust, this decision was reached after the supermarket was attacked by armed robbers who stole over 2.5 million Naira, leaving the owners injured.

    Although the sign above says everyone is welcome to the store, an attendant who spoke with DailyTrust, explained that the alleged decision to bar Nigerians wasn’t discriminatory but a safety procedure to prevent recurrence of such activities.

    The attendant however said Nigerians are allowed to enter the supermarket individually and not in groups except accompanied by a policeman.

    In a now deleted post, Facebook user, Mohammad Jamu, claimed to have gone to the supermarket and was well-received only that people had to go in one at a time because of the robbery incident.

    But wait a minute…

    It’s not rocket science to know that there are several ways to improve security in any organisation than making only Nigerians go into the supermarket one at a time.

    This development also points out the flaws in the Nigerian security situation and the risks Nigerians and foreigners are regularly exposed to.

    However, the Nigerian police has to make efforts to curb criminal activities all over the country immediately.

    This post as updated on June 16, 2016, includes the alleged account of the Facebook shopper, Mohammad Jamu, who went to check out the supermarket.
  • 14 Images That Perfectly Describe Living In Abuja

    1. When you’re going somewhere in town and the cab man calls N500 for you.

    Do you think this is Lagos?

    2. When the cab man asks “where in Gwarimpa?” and you say “around charly bo…”

    No vex.

    3. When you hear how much it is to rent a self-contained flat in Asokoro.

    BYE!

    4. Abuja sun and hell fire.

    Kill us oh!

    5. You, dodging people you know whenever you go to Silverbird.

    Na wa! Is everybody in Abuja here?

    6. When you’re passing Ministers Hill and you see your junior driving a Bugatti.

    See my life.

    7. When your guys start rushing the small Yahuza suya you bought.

    Hay God!

    8. When you go to Wonderland and it’s not a public holiday.

    Hian! Where is everybody?

    9. Abuja people, when celebrities come into town.

    Who send you?

    10. Whenever you go to buy Grandsquare bread.

    What is all this?

    11. Your face, when you see VIO and the traffic light is red.

    Jehovah!

    12. You, after finishing your bowl of Habib yoghurt and fura.

    Sigh! Is it fair?

    13. When you have to drive through Area 11 on a friday afternoon.

    The traffic from hell.

    14. When you’re passing Kubwa expressway and you see people racing.

    Don’t come and kill me.
  • 13 Ridiculous Things That Cause Traffic In Nigeria
    Have you ever been in traffic for more than four hours and spent the whole time wondering why, what, who, is causing the damn thing? Say no more we’ve got you. Disclaimer: You still can’t avoid it.

    1. Garden Egg

    https://twitter.com/iamsupervillain/status/650020557203881984?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw
    Sometimes the person 10,345 cars away was just trying to buy fresh garden egg.

    2. Gala

    You don’t even need a prophet to tell you. Just hope there is still fresh gala when it’s your turn to buy.

    3. Yourself

    https://twitter.com/5thHorseman_/status/701666655634587648
    Why you no leave house early?

    4. Witchcraft

    https://twitter.com/MadLawal/status/700559351505784832
    Because witches and wizards also need to get to work…in their invisible cars.

    5. Everybody that thinks this way

    Because, if everybody leaves home at 5am together… Congratulations you played yourself.

    6. And still some more witchcraft

    Sometimes you really believe there are spirits on the road.

    7. Any weather change

    Rain, sunshine, small breeze and bam! Traffic will start.

    8. Toyota Camry

    https://twitter.com/markessien/status/646350170347687936?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw
    See, please don’t buy another one, don’t enter one. Please help reduce traffic.

    9. Okada owners

    We believe they deliberately cause traffic, so that this will happen.

    10. Searching bachelors

    These are the people that cause traffic so they can fulfill their purpose. Stay far from them.

    11. Being smart but being stupid

    Everybody wants to get to the front first, because competition.

    12. And of course

    These ones are never up to any good. As their name suggests they will make you get anywhere last.

    13. Lagos Traffic

    Lagos traffic causes lagos traffic, so it can show you who is the boss here.

    What other ridiculous reasons do you think causes traffic?