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  • The #NairaLife of an Advertising Exec Who Went From Resenting Black Tax to Accepting It

    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.


    Nairalife #263 bio

    What’s your earliest memory of money?

    When I was in primary six, there was this woman who regularly sold snacks in my class during break time. I’d heard that her doughnuts were really good, but they cost around ₦10 – ₦20, which I couldn’t afford with my ₦5 lunch money, so my friends — who also brought ₦5 to school — and I never bought her snacks.

    One day, she came into the class as usual. Then, some of my classmates formed a queue, and she gave each of them a snack — even my fellow ₦5-lunch-money classmates. I thought she was giving the snacks away, so I also queued and collected doughnuts and meat pie without asking questions. When I finished eating, the woman started asking me for money.

    LOL. What did you do?

    I told her I thought it was free, and she changed it for me. She made a scene and my classmates laughed at me. Apparently, the “giveaway” was meant for some pupils as directed by a teacher, and I wasn’t among them. 

    I couldn’t tell my parents, so I had to pay for the ₦30 worth of snacks I ate using my lunch money for the next six days. I didn’t eat anything during break time for those six days.

    Why couldn’t you tell your parents?

    My parents were disciplinarians, so I didn’t know what to expect. They’d either flog me silly or pay for it. 

    Plus, money wasn’t always great at home. My dad worked in construction and had frequent periods when there were no projects.

    My mum, a nurse, helped out during those dry spells by working double shifts and treating people in the neighbourhood for extra cash. But there were still times when I got sent home from school for not paying fees on time. 

    Those experiences sort of made me grow up early. By the time I turned 9 years old, I’d realised my mum couldn’t always be home because of work. I started cooking at that age, too. I’m the third of four children, but the cooking responsibility fell on me because my elder brothers were in boarding school.

    How early did you start making money?

    Not until I finished secondary school in 2003. I hit a delay with university because I wanted to study medicine, but JAMB kept jamming me. So I started typing at cyber cafes. It was still the early days of the internet, and I was curious about it. I stole ₦100 from my mum to pay for 30 minutes on the computer and tinker around. That’s how I stumbled on the Mavis Beacon typing tutorial and got good at it really fast. 

    The other guys at the cafe noticed and began asking me to help them send emails and stuff so they could buy less time on the computers, and I charged each person ₦50. 

    I had a regular customer who was trying to travel abroad and so was in constant communication with embassies. He usually paid me ₦200 per day. He’d come to pick me up from my house at 6 a.m. because browsing was cheaper till 9 a.m. at a particular cyber cafe.

    I saved most of what I made from the typing gigs — My mum was big on saving and made sure we all did it. I think most of the money went into Christmas clothes.

    How long did the typing gigs last?

    About three years. I wrote JAMB every year during those three years, but I didn’t get medicine. I also learnt graphic design during that time — it was called desktop publishing then — at a computer school. The graphic design lessons lasted three months, but the cafe kept me around to help them type when they noticed I learned fast. I left after six months when I noticed they had no plans of paying me. 

    I applied to another computer school and got a job as an instructor for ₦2,500/month. This was in 2005. I’d also taken a break from seeking university admission because I was tired.

    So you were fully working class

    Yes. In 2006, I became curious about how publishers get books and magazines to look so much better and glossier, and I took an interest in printing. I found a printing school and applied for a two-year programme. It was subsidised because I applied through a Christian fellowship and paid ₦20k for the full programme. 

    I was juggling the programme with work. The classes were held in a training centre, so I used their computers to take on typing, design and any other gigs I got. All of this was bringing in around ₦10k- ₦15k in monthly income.

    Then, in 2008, an uncle advised me to apply for a university’s distance learning program. I did, and got an admission offer to study Psychology.

    I didn’t work for my first two years in school and relied solely on my parents because I wanted to make a first class. But in 300 level, I found a job opportunity and decided to let first class rest small.

    What job opportunity was that?

    Art director — what you’d call a graphic designer — at an advertising agency in Lagos. The salary offer was ₦65k/month. 

    The only thing was school was in Ibadan, and I’d have to go to Lagos for the job. But I had a hunch that the job could be my big break, so I took it. It was my introduction to advertising, and I don’t regret taking the job even though it was stressful shuttling between both cities. My grades suffered, but I graduated with a 2-1, so nothing spoil.

    In 2015, I moved to another agency for a ₦100k/month salary. At this point, I was largely responsible for myself, even though I lived with an uncle in Lagos. Nine months after joining the agency, I was promoted to head the creative department because of my printing knowledge, and my salary jumped to ₦150k. I moved out of my uncle’s place to a ₦350k/year mini flat to start my life as a semi-big Lagos boy. 

    What was that like?

    Things were good. The economy wasn’t as terrible as it is now, and I could easily provide for myself. In 2017, I became bored of agency life. Also, tech startups were beginning to gain ground, and I decided a tech job was going to be my next challenge. I applied and got a brand lead role with a tech startup and took a salary cut to ₦120k/month. As expected with startups, I did more than branding. My role quickly morphed into product and digital marketing. 

    Sadly, the startup went belly up after a year because the founders couldn’t raise funding. By the time I left in 2018, they were owing me three months’ salary. Fortunately for me, I had a steady stream of side gigs — from printing to graphic design and even taking small small gigs from my previous agency — which brought my income to between ₦150k – ₦400k monthly, so I didn’t go broke while unemployed.


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    How many months did you spend unemployed?

    Two months. My previous agency offered me ₦250k/month to return to lead the creative department. One thing about me, I don’t skimp on accommodation. I know a lot of my productivity and even job opportunities are tied to how close I am to the commercial parts of Lagos.

    So, I got a bigger two-bedroom apartment at ₦800k/year — which was just one quick Uber away from work. I should mention I regularly had friends staying with me at different points, so it made sense to get a bigger place. But I didn’t last long at the job.

    Why?

    The higher salary came with more responsibilities than I thought. The CEO took a backseat, and I was acting as the COO, even managing the agency’s profit and loss statements. I was also designing and managing designers. It was too much, so I left towards the end of 2018. I didn’t have another job lined up, but I had my side gigs to fall back on.

    What did you do next?

    I became interested in brand and marketing strategy, so I used the free time to take online courses. I decided I wanted to transition to that, so I started joining Strategy communities and connecting with people on LinkedIn. 

    Meanwhile, I was also applying to several jobs. I got a couple of offers, but I was either unhappy about the proposed salary or the distance from my house. This went on for about a year.

    How were you surviving?

    I had about ₦2m saved up from my side gigs in a money market account with an asset management company. It’s like a savings account that gives between 14% – 17% interest yearly, so I just left all my savings there.

    Plus, my brother introduced me to a business opportunity. We went around Lagos secondary schools printing yearbooks for them. We made as much as ₦1.5m in profits per yearbook project. We put back half of our earnings into our running costs and split the rest.

    In 2019, I finally got a strategy job that paid ₦300k/month. It was an agency job, but I enjoyed speaking to several brands to proffer solutions — I wasn’t just a designer.

    During this time, I was the only one in my family with a stable income. My dad had passed, my elder brothers were struggling with their careers, and my younger brother was in uni, so black tax fell on me.

    Tell me more about that

    I was 100% responsible for my younger brother, who was in 300 level, paying his university tuition and hostel accommodation fees. I also started sending my mum ₦40k monthly and regularly loaned my elder brothers money to get by.

    I can look back and say now that I was looking out for my family and building them up because I was in the position to do so, but it was crazy. I was working, but I couldn’t see any evidence of my hard work. All my colleagues had cars, but I couldn’t afford one because of black tax. 

    In a way, it taught me delayed gratification. But in the moment, I lowkey resented it. There were times I’d call my mum or siblings, and we’d scream at each other, but at the end of the day, I had to provide for them. At one point in 2021, I took a ₦1.5m loan from a microfinance bank for my brother, but he defaulted on repayment. I had to complete it with my salary. 

    Damn

    Thankfully, I also got a better-paying job in 2021. It paid ₦400k/month, and things started looking up from there. I moved to a senior management role at another agency the following year, and my income increased to ₦700k/month. The job also came with an official car. 

    In 2023, I switched jobs again and got my current role, which also came with an official car. My salary also doubled to ₦1.5m/month. 

    I’m more stable financially now. My younger brother is done with uni, and one of my elder brothers has relocated abroad, so the load has slightly reduced. But there’s still black tax, especially since I’m married now.

    When did you get married?

    Right when I was in the thick of family responsibilities in 2020. I had like ₦3m in my money market account, so I emptied the account and divided the money into two. Half went into my wedding expenses, and the other half went into renting and setting up our new home. One helpful thing I did was to pay for most things in advance. So, I bought food and paid for electricity and internet to last us three months. Lockdown happened right after the wedding, so that helped.

    How would you describe your relationship with money now?

    Money and I were in a situationship before, but now I can say money has put a ring on my finger, and we’re heading to the altar. It’s a stable relationship. I can make plans now and know what I need to make those plans happen. It’s just that inflation puts us at odds sometimes. I earn far more now than I ever did, but I can’t make major lifestyle changes.

    Why’s that?

    Everything is so expensive. I should be living a good life with what I earn, but I don’t. For one, I’d like to move to areas like Ogudu GRA, but I can’t even think of that even though I earn an additional ₦750k – ₦1m monthly from side gigs.

    I’d love to travel, but I can only afford to visit African countries. I visited Ghana last year with a tour guide, and the five-day trip cost ₦1.2m. I’d also like to buy my dream car — a Toyota Venza — but last I checked, a Tokunbo 2018 model cost ₦19m. I can’t afford that, and I should be able to.

    Let’s break down your monthly expenses

    Nairalife #263 monthly expenses

    Right now, I have about ₦7m in savings, but I regret not saving most of it in dollars. If I’d started saving in dollars earlier, I’d be in a better financial position. Now, I try to buy $100 every now and then. I have $400 in my domiciliary account.

    Do you have a savings goal?  

    My wife and I are considering relocating to Canada, so the savings will come in handy whenever we decide.

    If ₦1.5m isn’t giving you a good life, how much will?

    At least ₦5m/month. I’m currently studying for an MBA to improve my career and earning opportunities. Hopefully, I’ll transition to a Chief Marketing Officer role soon. The MBA has cost me about ₦900k so far, but I see it as investing in my career.

    I’d also like to be able to provide more for my extended family. I haven’t always been happy with black tax, but I see it as a responsibility now. There are cultural nuances to it, so I can’t shy away from the fact that it’s my duty to my mum, in-laws and people I consider family. It’s just something I owe them to help them get by. If I’m able to help my brothers become even more financially stable, everyone gets to do their part in caring for our mum. 

    I know young people today like to ignore black tax, but a family raised you to the point where you are currently. I think that same family deserves your support, too. If anything ever happens to me, it’s still my family I’ll run back to. So why not build them up?

    Makes sense. How would you rate your financial happiness on a scale of 1-10?

    6.5. I’m okay, but I can’t upgrade my life the way I want to. Inflation is really spoiling things.


    If you’re interested in talking about your Naira Life story, this is a good place to start.

    Find all the past Naira Life stories here.

  • 10 Afrobeats Watchwords to Strengthen Your Anti-Black Tax Resolution

    Once you get into the black tax pool, it’s hard to get out. Even when you tell yourself “Enough is enough. I can’t kill myself,” you keep giving and giving in to rampant demands.

    But you can save yourself by self-motivating with these Afrobeats lyrics we curated against the black-tax movement.

    “Sometimes you might see me looking dope but nothing’s in my bank account, the boy is broke”

    This country is hard AF. People know that. But they also need to know you’re just as down as them. You’re just keeping up appearances and posting throwback pics to spark joy. The next lines go: “Trying to meet demand, I swear it’s hard to cope / Me sef I be human being o”. Black tax should not vex; you’re just a Human Being — word and song by M.I Abaga.

    NotjustOK

    “I’m at a point in my life, if you understand me or not / Misunderstand me or not, me, I’m okay”

    Let these words of King Promise be your declaration as you walk another day. No one will beat you if you don’t give them a chance to tax you. Whatever anyone thinks about you is their business. Everyone will be okay. Or not.

    “If I dey down now, who go lift me up? If battery low, na who go charge me up?”

    These are the questions you need to ask yourself sometimes. The answer helps you move accordingly. Responsibility must’ve hit Joeboy too suddenly, he had to keep screaming the track title, “Only God can save me” throughout the song. Even the artwork shows he needs help.

    “Na who born, na who born, na who born the maga?”

    “Maga” means “fraud victim”. And if you’re the one people black-tax, doesn’t that make you their maga? Look into the mirror every morning and recite these lyrics to yourself. You won’t be a maga IJN.

    “I’m unavailable. Dem no dey see me”

    Davido knows how overwhelming it is to look after other people; man had to voice out. You don’t want anyone to use their own responsibility to kill you for the LOYL, so decide who has your number and avoid posting on WhatsApp.

    “Tán bá disturb, ko pa data”

    Zlatan said this on Blaqbonez’s BAD TILL ETERNITY. It’s straightforward — if anyone disturbs you in order to tax you, turn off your data connection. 

    “Keep your eye sharpen because e get as you go move around me wey fit end up for DND”

    DND by Rema is the ultimate guide on how to manage your affairs and stand your ground in the face of entitlement and manipulative bullshit. He ended the chorus with “Even egbon dey collect DND,” meaning an uncoordinated elder can get a snub or two.

    “Ki lo kan boys? Ki lo kan federal?”

    These rhetorical lyrics from Asake’s Joha translate to, “Why should boys care? Why should the federal (government) care?” Be the black sheep of the family. Be careless like the Nigerian government. 👀💀

    “Do me, I do you. God no go vex, true religion”

    If the people taxing you have done you bad or worse before, I guess it’s payback time. I didn’t write this good gospel, Ghost of Show Dem Camp did on WYW.

    “Is this the motherfucking thanks I get for making my people proud?”

    Say whatever you like about Burna Boy’s entitlement on his song Thank You, but it’s how you truly feel when people aren’t appreciative of what you do for them.

    ALSO READ: 8 Nigerians Share Their Black Tax Stories

  • I Was Happier When I Stopped Sending My Parents Money

    Nigerian firstborns have a familiar love-hate relationship with black tax and the heavy weight of family expectations, but most may not relate to Daniel* (30), who cut his parents off to lessen the responsibility. 

    He talks about how seeing his mother struggle made him want to take care of his family, but how heavy expectations soon made him decide to focus on himself.

    This is Daniel’s story, as told to Boluwatife

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    Growing up, eating any type of meat was a taboo in my family. 

    It wasn’t until I became a teenager that I realised the real “taboo” was poverty, and my mother just made it up to stop my inquisitive eight-year-old self from constantly asking her why we couldn’t have chicken for Christmas like our neighbours.

    But we weren’t always poor. The three-bedroom apartment we lived in was built by my father when I was two years old. But he lost his shop to a fire almost immediately after and never really recovered. He started gambling and womanising, and essentially, left the breadwinning responsibility to my petty trader mother.

    That wasn’t all he left her. There was also the headache of providing for six children. As the first child, I had a front-row view of all the stress and heartache my mother had to face to put us through school. By the time I was 11, I’d join her in the mornings to prepare the food she needed to hawk before changing into my school uniform. After selling all the food, she’d open her sweets and provision store right around the time when younger children would close from school.

    One thing I still don’t understand is how much she tolerated my father. Even when he was gambling away every penny he got from her, she’d make sure he always had something to eat. Even when she knew he was cheating, she’d smile and pray for him to return to his senses, insisting he was still our father. I didn’t share those sentiments. I despised him for all he put her through.

    It’s the major reason why I was determined to make money from the minute I got into uni in 2010. I initially didn’t even want to go. In my mind, I needed to hustle to help take care of my siblings and lift the load off of my mum, but she insisted school was the best way for me to help change their story.

    There’s almost nothing I didn’t do for money in school. I worked at a photocopy shop, sold sneakers and polo shirts, wrote projects and even helped some lecturers with personal errands for the odd ₦2k. It’s what I used to pay myself through school and how I got introduced to tech. 

    One of the assistant lecturers saw how determined I was and helped me get into a coding camp in 2014. He even gave me his old HP laptop to practice. That changed my life.

    I got an internship through the coding camp around when I graduated in 2015. It paid ₦70k and was the first time I made that much from one source. Of course, I sent most of it home and only kept what I needed for transport. I was squatting with a friend, so I didn’t have to worry about rent.

    Around the time I got the job, my mum joyously informed me my dad had given his life to Christ and was now a better man. I didn’t care. He’d been dead to me for a long time.

    But that was the beginning of my problem.

    My company retained me the following year, and my salary increased to ₦140k, but black tax also increased. I was happy to send money to my mum and siblings, but my dad also began to make requests, which I attended to out of respect for my mother. He grew even bolder. Imagine this man once asked for ₦250k because he saw a land in the village he thought we should get. Anytime I complained to my mum, she’d say, “He’s still your father, and you have to honour him.”

    No one told me before I learnt to ignore his calls. After that, I noticed my mum started asking for money more frequently. I didn’t think anything of it until my younger brother informed me the man was actually collecting the money from my mum. I didn’t confront her. In my mind, I was doing my duty to her, and she had the freedom to do whatever she wanted with the money.


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    In 2018, I got a major job change that increased my salary to ₦500k/monthly. I informed my mum as usual, but she must’ve told my father because the requests tripled. I still followed my regular pattern of sending most of my salary home, sorting out my siblings’ fees and keeping some for transportation and other necessary expenses, so I had zero savings. The friend I was squatting with had to call me aside to speak sense to me. In his words, “How can you be earning this much and have nothing to show for it?”

    It was like a lightbulb switched on in my head. I didn’t have a place of my own, no investments and was still jumping danfo. If I lost my job, I’d be completely broke in two weeks. I decided on a fixed amount and started sending ₦100k once monthly to my parents and ₦20k each to my five siblings. 

    My mum called halfway into the month the second time I did that, saying they had nothing again. Normally, I’d have just sent money home, but this time, I insisted on finding out exactly what they needed it for. It was then she confessed that my dad had gone back to gambling. 

    I was so angry. There I was, playing a good child and working my behind off to take care of them without ever questioning what they used the money for, and my mum had been using my hard-earned money to cover up for a gambler.

    That’s when I decided I’d had enough. I stopped taking my mum’s call entirely or sending money to her for about four years. I didn’t abandon her completely. I sent money every two months through my younger sister who lived nearby, and she got whatever they needed in the house without giving her cash. 

    I still called her during festive seasons to ensure they got food from my sister, but I made her understand I was done sending them money. Of course, my dad complained and even reported me to our extended family, but I needed to do it for my sanity. 

    The reduced responsibility meant I could buy a car and rent my own apartment in 2021. I even bought some stocks.

    My dad passed away in 2022, and my sister got married and japa early this year, so I’m back to sending my mum money directly. As far as I know, she doesn’t resent me for partially cutting her off. She’s too nice for that, and I feel she was even relieved to no longer be the go-to between me and my dad. I’m now better at balancing my desire to be there for my family and making healthy financial decisions. I can comfortably spend on myself and invest without thinking about how I need to “save” someone from poverty.

    If I ever get back to a point where I’m looking out for others at a detriment to myself, I won’t hesitate to cut them off. It’s something I’ll advise every firstborn to do. Don’t be afraid to cut your family off. Sometimes, embrace selfishness.


    *Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity.

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  • The Heartwarming #NairaLife of a 23-Year-Old Breadwinner

    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.

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    The 23-year-old software quality assurance engineer on this week’s #NairaLife makes over $5k monthly. He made ₦50k at the beginning of 2022. Of all the reasons he’s happy about his new income, being able to take care of his family comes first.

    Tell me about your earliest memory of money

    My parents never gave us money when we were children, so I always looked forward to receiving monetary gifts from visitors. Of course, my mum would collect the money to “keep” it, and that was the end.

    Why didn’t your parents give you money? 

    They just didn’t. They gave us two biscuits and one CapriSun to school every day, so to them, there was no point giving us money. In fact, my mum told us if we collected money from strangers, we’d disappear at night. That didn’t stop me from begging in school, and sometimes, even stealing from her sha.

    One time, I stole ten of my dad’s golf balls and sold them to my classmates for ₦500 each. I just wanted to have money for extra snacks. 

    Were things okay at home?

    Things were good. Both parents were bankers until they retired — my dad in 2013 and my mum in 2017. I’m the last born, and I have three older sisters. We frequently did trips abroad during holidays. I’ve been to seven different countries. In fact, all that flying made me want to become a pilot. Spoiler alert, I’m not a pilot today. I studied computer science.

    My dad retired when I was in JSS 3, but our lifestyle didn’t change. He either spent his time at home or playing golf with his friends. At this time, my three sisters were studying abroad. My dad paid their fees, and my mum ran the home. It wasn’t until 2016 I first noticed things changing. 

    How?

    On the night I got my WAEC result, my dad sat me down and informed me I wouldn’t be studying abroad because the naira to dollar rates had suddenly gone crazy. He couldn’t afford to sponsor four children at the same time. I was disappointed, but I understood. Besides, I went to a private university in Nigeria. If it was a public university, that’s when I would’ve cried. 

    Things were still okay. My mum was working, so we ate well. In fact, no matter how bad things got, my mum never joked with our feeding. 

    So it got worse?

    It did. 100 level was okay. By 200 level, I heard my dad was borrowing money to complete our fees. I was like, borrowing money ke? When I was home on holiday, I noticed he wasn’t sleeping at night. 

    In 2019, I was in 300 level second semester, and we were owing ₦20k from my school fees. ₦20k, bro. My dad just kept apologising to me, saying he’d find the money. 

    School started threatening to kick me out, so I took out of the allowance I’d saved and sent it to him to complete the fees. I could see from his reaction that the thing pained him; he felt like a failure. That’s probably when depression kicked in for him. I got home after that semester and found out he’d tried to kill himself. 

    Whoa

    My sisters were back in Nigeria, and he sent one of them a message like, “Take care of the family”, and didn’t pick his calls after that. My mum was in her small shop in front of the house and didn’t pick her calls for a while too. When they eventually reached her and she ran upstairs, she met him in his room about to take a handful of pills. 

    I was so angry. He was sad he couldn’t take care of us, so he was just going to… leave us? For who? Till today, we’ve not talked about it. When his friends heard, they pooled money for him to clear debts and outstanding fees for my sisters. They didn’t know his finances were that bad. 

    I swore I would make good money to take care of the family. 

    What was the plan?

    I was already on the path to graduating with a first class, so the plan was to finish strong and then find a job. Maybe through NYSC.

    Did you finish with a first class?

    Yep. I was even the best graduating student in my set, and I got an ₦85k prize. But COVID had disrupted the NYSC calendar, so I wasn’t posted from August 2020, when I graduated, until May 2021. 

    What did you do in that period?

    I just dey house o, my brother. I applied for jobs but didn’t get any. It was so frustrating knowing I wasn’t making any progress. I even began to have doubts about my future because of how idle I got. All my sisters studied medicine-related courses. What if I was wrong for studying computer science? Questions like that plagued me. 


    At some point, a friend reached out to me to help him do his computer science-related assignment and paid me ₦4k. When his friends heard I did the assignment well, they also reached out to me. I charged ₦4k for short assignments and ₦8k for the longer ones. I also did someone’s project for ₦40k. 

    I started giving my dad the occasional ₦10k whenever he was going out. I didn’t give my mum money because her pension is  ₦150k monthly. My dad’s is ₦43k. 

    At home, we could sense the frustration in the air. A tin of milk would finish, and the person who bought it would be like, “Guys, who finished this milk na.” Small awkwardness here and there like that. 

    Where did you go for NYSC?

    Calabar, but I redeployed to Lagos after camp. Because I studied computer science, I knew Lagos was a better place to get tech jobs. 

    I served at my uncle’s company. I didn’t really do anything, but they paid me ₦30k monthly. So when my friends told me they were taking a software quality assurance (QA) course, I decided to join them. The problem? It cost ₦300k. I told them to send me whatever course materials they got and studied them during my free time. I also learnt from YouTube videos. 

    By July, I felt like I knew enough to get a job in software quality assurance, so I started applying. Ls everywhere, bro. The hardest job to get in tech is your first job. Everyone wants someone who has done something before. No one wants to give you a chance. By October, I finally got an internship. 

    Quality assurance role?

    Yep. I wasn’t going to deviate since that’s the path I chose. I lied to my uncle that I had to do something NYSC-related on Mondays and Wednesdays when I went to this job every week. So every month, I got NYSC’s alawee of ₦33k, my uncle’s salary of ₦30k and my QA job of ₦50k. That’s ₦113k. I put my dad on ₦10k monthly. 

    Best in sonship

    Shortly after, I read the Naira Life of a woman who was earning $110k a year, and when the interviewer asked her to convert it to naira, she replied, “I don’t think in naira anymore”. Omo, the thing burst my brain. I started applying for remote jobs that paid in dollars. 

    Did you find any?

    Not until December 2021. The rejections were so many, they became depressing. It’s even harder to find tech jobs abroad. I started lying on my CV. 

    How much did the one you got in December pay?

    It was meant to be £10k monthly, but I didn’t get it because, even though it was a remote role, I had to live in the UK to get the job. When my parents saw the offer email, they were shocked. They didn’t understand what I was always doing on my laptop before, but after that email, my dad himself ensured my laptop was always charged. 

    In January, I got to the last stage of another job interview but didn’t get the job. After that, I decided to stop looking for jobs abroad and focus on Nigerian companies. Because of all the lies on my CV, it was much easier to get offers. One company offered ₦200k, another, ₦250k, and another, ₦400k. I’d accepted the ₦400k one when the company I currently work for reached out for me to have an interview. I started working in March.

    How much?

    £2k a month. 

    Mad

    Bro, when the first alert entered, it was like ₦1.5m. My entire family looked at the alert; all those little frustrations died. It was like a complete sense of ease just filled the house. I’d never seen such pride on my parents’ faces. As a child, whenever I thought about my first million, I thought I would get it through savings. I’d just exceeded it in a month. At 22. I gave my dad ₦150k, my mum ₦100k, and we bought stuff for the house. That’s just how things have been since then. 

    In June, I saw a TikTok where someone said they were working two jobs, and I thought, “I have plenty of free time. I can do this too”.  And so, I started applying for jobs. By October, I got another that paid $3,450 with stock options worth $10k. 


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    How has earning this much affected your lifestyle? 

    Before, I had to look at my account balance and calculate before spending any money. Now, I just buy whatever I need without too much thinking. I’m like, “Is it not just money?” Recently, the police pulled me and my friends over and were checking our papers. Normally, I’d be scared. But the first thing that came to my mind was, “Las las, na money dem go collect. And I have money.” I’m mostly introverted, but these days, I go out more.

    What’s the last thing you bought that changed the quality of your life?

    A new iPhone 13 Pro Max for ₦760k. I planned to get a phone next year, but I realised I hadn’t bought anything big for myself since I started earning well. Occasionally, I look at the phone and just go, “I’m a big boy o.” I also bought AirPods Pro for ₦140k and an iPhone 12 for my sister for ₦430k. 

    Have you recently spent money you had to plan for first? 

    My sister got married recently. I contributed ₦1.5m. 

    How do you feel about black tax?

    I don’t see what I do as black tax. In fact, it’s my love language to see my family members happy because I’m spending money on them. I absolutely love it, and I only want to do more. 

    What are your finances like right now?

    I have $10k in stocks, £7k and ₦500k. But I want to invest in more financial literacy going forward. I don’t think it’s wise to just leave money in the bank. Gradually, I’ll learn. 

    Is there something you want right now but can’t afford?

    I think I have all I need right now. But maybe my own house.

    Show me how you spend money in a month

    The entire $3450 from the other job goes to savings or investments. 

    And how happy are you financially? Use a 1-10 scale

    Before I got my current job, I would’ve said 6. But now, it’s an 8. My goal was to earn $5k a month by the end of this year. I’ve surpassed it. Let’s push for $10k monthly next year. 

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  • The #NairaLife of the Assistant Who’s Putting Her Family Before Herself

    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.

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    When you earn ₦150k and you’re 24, being the breadwinner of your family of five can’t be easy. But this week’s subject on #NairaLife does it despite the many challenges her family is faced with.


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    What’s your earliest memory of money?

    My dad used to give my brother money to share with me, and even though he’s just a year older than me, he shared it so unfairly. I remember getting frustrated all the time and looking forward to making my own money when I become an adult. Because my mum was also “keeping” whatever money relatives gave me. So I hardly had money as a child. 

    What was home like?

    We were a comfortable family. Father, mother, three children, one car, light at home, generator, proper education and good food. We didn’t have enough money for luxuries like travelling abroad, but we weren’t poor. 

    When I was about 13, things started to get better. We even moved to a better neighbourhood. By the time I turned 15, I was sent to a private university where my brother already was. 

    But in my 200 level, 2014, things took a nosedive. My dad lost the job he’d had for 18 years. Things weren’t so bad at first because my parents had savings and my mum still had her job. Then, exactly a year after, my mum lost hers too. That’s when things started to get scary. 

    Had your dad gotten another job?

    Let’s just say the situation surrounding the termination of his job made it difficult for him to get another one. Also, he was in his 50s. People hardly hire someone in their 50s. 

    By 2016, we’d burnt through our family savings and only survived on my dad’s ₦60k pension. Imagine a family of five surviving on ₦60k. 

    Sounds tough

    See, tough doesn’t even begin to explain it. First, my brother and I dropped out of school in 2016. I was just about to start my fourth year, and he was just about to start his fifth. 

    Leaving school was difficult, but staying home was worse. In our estate, we had to pay a service charge for connection to the generator or NEPA. When we couldn’t pay, they cut us off. We didn’t have any form of electricity for six months. We could only charge our phones in neighbours’ houses. Eating three meals a day was impossible. We struggled to eat two meals. It got so bad that there was a time we could afford only one bar of bathing soap for the entire family, so we took turns bathing with it. Another time, the car spoilt and we just stopped going anywhere — even church. 

    In 2017, my younger brother had to drop out of secondary school for a whole term because we couldn’t afford his fees. 

    So there was absolutely no money

    Apart from my dad’s pension, he also did a thing where he found people who wanted to buy houses or land and got a referral bonus of like ₦200k. But that only happened once in several months. Some other times, family members would send some money. That’s how we survived. 

    The only good thing that came out of that period was my family got closer. My dad wasn’t too involved in parenting when we were younger, so being at home with him helped us know each other better. Everyone learnt to look out for everyone else.

    I’m curious about how this affected you socially

    It didn’t. I’m great at keeping what happened within my family. Maybe only one friend knew what was going on. I just put on a front and smiled whenever I had to come in contact with people. I didn’t want people pitying me and making me a charity case. 

    When did things get better?

    By 2018, my dad did some real estate thing and got just enough money to send us back to school. This time, not to a school in Nigeria but a much cheaper one in Benin Republic. 

    How did that go?

    Let’s just say it’s the grace of God that kept me going. I can count the number of times my parents were able to give me money in that period. I only survived through my friends and boyfriend. And I learnt how to be prudent. 

    When did you graduate?

    I graduated and returned to Nigeria in September 2019, and by January 2020, I got a front desk receptionist job whose ad I saw on Instagram. That was my second receptionist job. 

    Wait, what was the first?

    Oh, it was in 2017. It paid ₦40k, and I did it for only a few months. I contributed all of it to my family’s survival. 

    How much did this one pay? 

    ₦60k. I started NYSC in March and was collecting an extra ₦33k from the government. COVID meant they had to cut our wages in August. Tell me what I should do after they removed 40%. I’d have almost run at a loss when I removed my transport fare, which was like ₦1k a day. So I just quit. 

    What was happening at home?

    Things still weren’t great. Sometime in 2019, my mum, who’s a nurse, got a job at a hospital. Her initial pay was ₦150k and she was supposed to get promoted after a few months, but office politics made them promote another person, treat her harshly and even reduce her salary to ₦100k. So we both quit our jobs in that same period. 

    Did you find another job?

    In January 2021, I did. I started as a customer service rep for a therapist, at ₦60k, and as the year progressed, my role, responsibilities and pay kept changing. Now, I’m an executive assistant and office administrator, and I earn ₦150k.

    Love it for you

    But 2021 was also the beginning of me being the breadwinner for my family. My brother’s still trying to get a steady income, so whenever the family needs anything, they come to me. I’m talking food for the house, utility bills, almost everything. 

    I started staying with a friend in 2021 because my family’s house was far from the job I got. Here, there’s food and internet. I don’t have to spend much money on myself, so most of the money I make goes to my family. I can barely save because I can’t bring myself to keep money when my family needs it. 

    But just when I thought things were beginning to even out, they took another terrible nosedive recently.

    How?

    Long story short, my family got kicked out of our home because we couldn’t pay rent. Over the years, we’ve struggled to meet rent and we’ve had to beg the landlord, but this time, he wasn’t having it. He literally brought people to bundle our belongings out and try to seize them. We had to pay ₦150k for them to release our stuff. 

    Where’s everyone now?

    My dad is in the village, my mum and younger brother are with an uncle and my older brother is with a friend. But you know what I tell myself to make myself feel better? Homelessness is probably the worst thing that can happen. It can only get better from here. But it’s really painful o. I can’t imagine how my parents feel not being able to take care of their children or even house them. I think of my dad — his ego must be very bruised. 

    He wants us to come to the village, but I’m not having any of that. Right now, the plan is to find a cheaper area for us to stay. I have a total savings of ₦400k. If my brother or anyone else brings ₦100k, we can find somewhere decent. 

    How are you managing all of this with work?

    I’m not managing it well o. In fact, I already sent in my one-month notice. I’m leaving at the end of this month (July 2022). 

    Why?

    First of all, I’m tired. Going through family stress while working full time is a lot. And my bosses aren’t the kindest people. They don’t have consideration for my personal life. Even when I complain about family issues without going too deep into details, they say stuff like, “You’re not the first to have family issues.”

    That’s terrible. How do you intend to survive when you leave the job?

    Omo, na person wey dey alive dey make money o. Once we get this house thing sorted this month, I’ll relax for another month or two and look for another job.. 

    What are your plans for the future, financially?

    When my family settles, and I get a new job, my brother and I should each be able to set aside ₦20k monthly to cover rent. Other than that, I’m probably going to be out of this country within the next year. I got married in December and my husband is in Canada. We’re working on me joining him ASAP.

    You got what?

    LMAO. Remember my boyfriend from earlier? Yep, we got married last year.

    I’m curious — does he help with your family’s finances?

    Remember how I said I like to keep family secrets within the family? He found out how bad things really were when my family got kicked out. Before then, he just knew things weren’t great. He’s offered to help us cover some of the rent and cost of moving. 

    Most of my friends don’t know how bad things are. I tweeted how I was feeling about a month ago when my family got kicked out, and a friend reached out and pestered me until I told them how things were going. Yesterday, I opened my bank app and saw that I was ₦100k richer because they sent me money. I almost broke down in tears. 

    Do you have a breakdown of what you spend in a month?

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    Tell me something you want but can’t afford

    If a house could fall from heaven for my family to live in, I’d cry tears of joy. 

    How happy are you on a scale of 1-10?

    It’s a 2. Things are not great, but I’m happy I can contribute to keep things working for my family. I’ll tell you a fun fact — I haven’t made my hair in months. I’ll probably cut it again. When I cut it the first time, people thought I was experimenting, but the truth is I just couldn’t afford to take care of it. So yeah, things are not great at all.



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  • #NairaLife: What Happens When You Have to Raise Five Siblings at 20?

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    When today’s subject on Naira Life was 27, he received a ₦50k paycheck and tried to return it because he’d never made that much before so he thought it was a mistake. From working at age 12 to taking care of five siblings at 20, how did this man survive?

    What’s your earliest memory of money?

    When former president Olusegun Obasanjo banned the importation of frozen foods into the country in 2003, my dad lost his means of livelihood, and things got difficult for our family. By 2004, when I was 12, things got so bad I had to stay out of school for a short period. That same year, I got my first job as a salesperson at a soap-making factory. The pay was ₦6k monthly. Every month, I would give my mum all the money and she would give me ₦500 to keep for myself. She used the rest, in addition to whatever she was making from her small soft drinks shop, to feed me and my five younger siblings.

    About a year later, I heard that another factory was paying ₦8k to offload trailers and unbox goods, so I left my ₦6k job and went there. 

    How did you find these jobs? 

    My friends in school told me about them. These people mainly hired secondary school students. When I finished school by 2 p.m., I would go to work till 8 p.m. This went on until my mum died of cancer in 2012. 

    I’m so sorry, man. 

    Thank you. A year before she died, my dad left home because a friend had a job opportunity for him. This meant my mum had to step up even more to take care of us. And she still sent most of the money she made to him as the head of the house. After she died, we found out my dad had gone to start another family elsewhere. Before he died in 2016, he had five children with the other woman. 

    That’s terrible.

    When my mum was still sick, her family members used to come to the house to collect some of our home appliances and even money. When she died, I thought those same people were going to take care of me and my siblings. It turns out they were just trying to get what they could. After the funeral in the village, there was a family meeting about what was going to happen to us, and the decision was that they’d split us and send us to different family members. The last time that happened was when my mum was still alive and things weren’t good. She sent two of my siblings to stay with her friend who maltreated them. She used them as maids, didn’t send them to school and made them lie to us that they were going to school. 

    I wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again, so I called a friend back home in Lagos to send me some money for transportation. Before anybody woke up the next morning, I took all my siblings to the bus park and we returned to Lagos to stay with another friend. 

    On the day we got there, they had a pastor visiting. When he heard our story, he offered to move us into one of the church’s apartments — a room and parlour — and we accepted. 

    That’s great. 

    This time, I found a job at an ice block factory that paid ₦15k monthly. My supervisor had a laptop, so he taught me graphics design. As time went on, I got myself a cheap laptop and started designing documents, letterheads and presentations for people. I charged between ₦200 to ₦1k. From the ₦15k and design money, I registered my younger twin brothers for WAEC, put the twin girls back in senior secondary school and took the last born to primary school. We also moved into our own face-me-I-face-you where we paid ₦2,500 a month. There’s a funny story from when I tried to register my youngest sister in school. 

    Tell me.

    It was the last day of registration and everyone was rushing to get their children in. When it got to my turn, the man in charge told me I couldn’t register her because I wasn’t her parent. When I told him I was her guardian, he burst into laughter and told us to leave the premises. There and then, something broke in me and I just started wailing. When my sister saw me, she started crying too. I eventually had to get an affidavit that said I was her brother and I was older than 18. 

    How long did this phase go on for?  

    Five years. In that period, all the money I made was for feeding my siblings and sending them to school. My brothers had already started hustling too. One was a sales assistant and the other was a primary school teacher. Their combined monthly income was about ₦15k. It went a long way in our survival. On weekends, we went out and found parties where we could eat for free. 

    In early 2017, I did a design for a Lagos State civil servant, and he liked it, so he offered me a job at the commission where he worked. I tried to explain to him that I didn’t have a university degree, but he said it didn’t matter. Shortly after, my laptop spoilt so I couldn’t design anymore. I also lost contact with the man.

    Shortly after, someone started building their house on my street, and because I was trying to make more money, I went there to find out if I could do labour. When he saw me, he didn’t think I could do the work because of my small stature so he offered to make me the supervisor. My job was to make sure the workers were using the right number of cement bags, coming to work on time, making progress, etc. When I found out the workers themselves were earning ₦2k per day, I decided to join them, so that my daily income would be ₦3k. 

    What was that like?

    When I woke up the day after I first joined them to work, I couldn’t move a muscle for a while. But I had to be back on the site by 5 a.m. so I somehow dragged myself there. I didn’t do any physical labour that day. When the other workers found out it was my first time, they were empathetic. Apparently, if they’d known, they’d have bought agbo for me. That day, they gave me the agbo some with tablets, and I became completely fine. That’s how I survived seven months of daily physical labour until we completed the house. I made ₦3k a day for seven months straight. The money went into feeding myself and my siblings, as usual. 

    We finished the house in late 2017. In early 2018, I met the civil servant again and he told me he’d been looking for me. That same day, he gave me a letter. He told me to take it to an office and tell them he sent me. 

    New job?

    Yes, but let me tell you the drama that happened first. Outside the office, I met a woman, and I can’t remember what happened, but we ended up insulting each other. By the time the receptionist asked me to go in to see oga, it turned out to be the same woman. 

    Ah.

    She just collected my letter and told me to resume work. 

    What was the job?

    Office assistant. I helped with letter entry, paperwork, bookkeeping, printing stuff, etc. Basically, anything that had to do with technology or filing. 

    How much did they pay?

    They told me my salary was going to be ₦15k. I wouldn’t spend any money on transportation because there was a staff bus, so it was good pay for me. They paid salary in cash. When they gave me my first envelope, I put it in my bag and went home. At home, I counted it and saw ₦50k. I wanted to go crazy. The next day, I went to my boss and told her that it must have been some kind of mistake. She just hissed and told me to get out of her office. We still weren’t on speaking terms. In fact, we weren’t on speaking terms for the first three months I worked there. 

    I didn’t get any explanation as to why I got ₦50k so I just assumed it was a test. I removed my ₦15k, and kept the rest so if they asked for it, I’d give them back without any issue. As the month went by, I got broke again, so I removed another ₦15k. My thinking was that if they asked me to return their money, I’d just return the remaining ₦20k and tell them not to pay me for the second month.

    By the end of my second month, they paid me ₦50k again. This time, I went to my boss’ PA to ask why. She told me it was because my boss — who wasn’t on speaking terms with me — told them to pay me ₦50k instead of ₦15k. 

    Wow. 

    I was so grateful. The money changed our lives significantly. For the first time, I took my siblings to eat at a restaurant. We ate better, bought a fan, a small TV and a new mattress. I saved ₦20k, and because my brothers were earning about ₦30k each too, collected ₦10k from each of them to save. 

    I also registered them for university, registered myself to write GCE, linked my sisters up to learn some trade and still paid my youngest sister’s school fees. By February 2019, something totally unexpected happened. 

    Give me the gist. 

    Beside our face-me-I-face-you, there was a plot of land with a house that had one parlour and five rooms. It was owned by a man who was hardly around. He didn’t have family that we knew of, he wasn’t married and he didn’t socialise with many people, but he was my friend. Whenever he was around, I would go to say hi to him, and we would gist a lot.

    In February 2019, he came and said he was moving to the village and he wanted to sell the house to me, so I should give him whatever amount I had. 

    What?

    I was confused, but he insisted he didn’t want to sell it to any other person but me. After a few days, I brought in a friend from the townplanning department of Lagos, we sorted out the papers and the house was legally transferred to me. All the money I had in savings was ₦400k. I gave him everything. 

    A Lagos homeowner.

    My siblings and I moved in immediately. He’d plastered only one room and the parlour, so we could only sleep in those two places. As time went on, we plastered one room at a time and picked one room each. 

    In May 2019, I lost my job. They were cutting roles because of the election and change in governance, and mine was impacted. After that, I went online to look for all the jobs I could apply for. Nobody gave me an interview until July when a school called me back for a teaching role. 

    In the interview, I basically told the principal my life story and begged him to hire me because I had people to feed. I got the job. It paid ₦40k. It was far from home, and my monthly spend on transportation was ₦20k, but it was something. 

    Did you enjoy the job?

    I absolutely loved it. The principal helped me settle in like we’d been friends for a long time. He was super nice to me. When I got there, the school was looking to build a computer lab and they didn’t want to contract it out. The principal and I went to Computer Village, bought computers and I learnt how to create a network of systems with a networking cable. We built the entire computer lab from scratch. 

    That same year, I bought a laptop for my brothers along with a book on HTML and CSS. They learnt how to code, and started getting small gigs in school. I also built two tiny shops in front of my house and let them out. By January 2020, I got a new job. 

    What kind of job? 

    Content creator at an organisation that teaches STEM to children. They partner with schools and individual parents to teach children tech skills. My job was to read through course material and turn them into PowerPoint presentations for classes. The pay was ₦100k. By February, I moved out to get my own small place. 

    How did that raise change things for you?

    For the first time in my life, I could do things for myself. Between January and February, I went to the cinema for the first time in my life, I went to the beach, Chicken Republic, Coldstone and Domino’s. I just wanted to know what it felt like to go into the places I only passed by. It wasn’t easy to spend money without calling to find out if my siblings had eaten first, but thankfully, my brothers were already making a combined ₦140k monthly doing frontend development, so everybody was okay. 

    At work, I was punching way above my weight. If I was meant to create content for two courses in a month, I’d create 10. By March when lockdown hit, the company downsized from 17 people to five. I was one of the people they retained. It meant I had to do much more work, but I didn’t mind. 2020 was the year I made the most money.

    How?

    In March and April, I only made my ₦100k salary. By May, parents of pupils we’d taught at a free training before lockdown started reaching out to ask me to take their children private remote lessons. I got so many calls and students that I had to hire some of the people my company fired, and my siblings, to assist me in teaching. Each student paid about ₦60k. After paying everyone who worked for me, I still made between ₦300k and ₦400k a month. My brothers lost their jobs due to the lockdown, so all my siblings moved in with me again. I got them all laptops, and they assisted me with my work. By the end of 2020, I had over ₦1m in savings.

    I also went into deep learning mode that year. I learnt UI/UX, drone technology (how to build and fly drones), robotics, and so much more. I was always either working or learning. 

    Did your organisation know you were teaching kids on the side?

    For the first few months, I didn’t think what I was doing was wrong. When it dawned on me, I reached out to my boss to tell him. Apparently, he already knew. Shortly after, we resumed work physically, and I transferred all my personal clients to the company. 

    By January 2021, I got promoted to be the team lead of the content team, and my salary was increased to ₦120k. Even though I don’t have the teaching side jobs anymore, I still make a decent ₦200k to ₦300k on many months. 

    How?

    I get UI/UX gigs, I fly drones at events almost every weekend, and I get called to schools to speak about stuff like robotics.

    How are your siblings?

    They’re good. One of my sisters is married, the other is doing good as a fashion designer, one brother works as an AI engineer, and the other has a job as a developer for a UK-based company. The last born is a law student. 

    That’s amazing. How has your money journey affected your view of money?

    Money is so so important. It’s a tool to get what you need, and without it, people suffer. I’m a good example. Now, I can afford most things I want. 

    What’s one thing you want but can’t afford?

    Hmm… Maybe a car. 

    Can you share your monthly expense breakdown?

    What are your plans for the future?

    I want to make more money so I can help people in situations like what I faced growing up. People deserve chances at an education. Also, I want to get married. I’m turning 30 this year and all my mates are married. 

    Did you ever try to reconnect with your dad?

    I don’t know how, but he found us sometime in 2014, and I simply told him to leave. He didn’t even come for my mum’s funeral, so what was he looking for in our lives?

    What’s your financial happiness on a scale of 1-10?

    8. Looking at where I came from, I’m quite happy to be where I am now. I can live on a little or a lot, and it won’t make a difference. I want more money, but I’m very happy right now. 


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  • The #NairaLife of a PR Babe Who’s Proud of Black Tax

    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.

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    This #NairaLife is a grass to grace story. The 29-year-old subject went from hawking pure water to staying in university hostels for the less privileged to being owed ₦5k salaries. Now she’s the main breadwinner of her family. How did she do it? 


    What’s your earliest memory of money?

    Things went south when my mum lost her job as a banker. I was five. I wouldn’t say we were rich rich before then, but we were comfortable. After that, things became so bad, we had to move to an underdeveloped area. Once I turned six, I started hawking pure water after school. This continued until almost a year later when I almost got raped. 

    Oh my God.

    To sell fast, I would go to the sawmill because the men who worked there wanted water all the time. My mum had told me not to go there without my brother, but one day, he didn’t want to go with me, so I went alone. In a lonely alley, a man cornered me, but thankfully, someone showed up and saved me. 

    The older I got, the more I realised how broke we were. My school had children from rich homes who brought coconut rice to school for lunch, and on their birthdays, they brought party packs to share. On my birthday, I could only afford to bring Cabin biscuits. 

    There’s even a funny story of how I kept trying to get hit by a vehicle for two years so I could get beverages. 

    Ehn?

    A vehicle hit my brother, and when he was in the hospital, the people who hit him brought all sorts of beverages like Milo, milk, etc. We never had anything like that before. After he got out, I started looking for expensive cars on the roads and walking in front of them so they could hit me. Nobody hit me. 

    After primary school, my parents separated. First, my dad sent me to stay with a woman who treated me like a housemaid. Omo, I suffered in her house. At some point, I even thought my dad collected money from her in exchange for my maid services. She barely fed me. Thankfully, I fell really sick, so I had to leave her house and go to live with my mum. 

    What was that like?

    Terrible. We didn’t have light for like three years. I had to go to my dad’s place every week to collect money for transportation to school and eat from friends’ houses. 

    After JSS 3, I needed money to buy stuff for senior secondary school — new bag, new shoes, socks — because I’d been using the same things since I was in JSS 1, so my dad connected me with a woman who owned a restaurant. I washed plates for weeks and was paid ₦6k. I was so happy. The money was enough to buy everything I wanted. 

    During my holidays in senior secondary school, I worked as a secretary for my dad at his struggling real estate company. During the holiday between SS 3 and university, I worked as a secretary for one of my dad’s friends. He paid me ₦2,500 for each of the three months I worked there. I was staying with my older brother who was married, and every time I got paid, his wife would collect the money to keep for me to give me back in bulk when I was going to uni. Time for uni came, and instead of money, she gave me her old pots. 

    You’re killing me. 

    I went to uni with only transportation money from my dad, and some small savings I had. An old friend from secondary school housed me for my first three days, and then a random babe I met on the queue for departmental registration housed me for the next two months. I stayed in the hostel for the less privileged for the rest of my first year. In my second year, I stayed in the regular school hostel. Third year, I stayed with a friend. And my final year, I stayed in the school hostel again.  

    How did you survive university?

    The grace of God, LMAO! My dad sent me ₦3k monthly, and the rest was me surviving on my friends. They’d buy food for me and give me foodstuff from their house. 

    It was in my third year that I started writing and posting my work online, just for myself. No jobs came from it, but at least, I was doing it. 

    I finished university in June 2014. And because I needed money for convocation in October, I got a job as an assistant to a man who had a startup for vocational training. The pay was ₦5k. He paid me for July, but not for August and September, and I needed the money to buy a gown and shoes for convocation. 

    What did you do?

    In August, I went for a church programme where I met a man who liked me and collected my number. Sometime in September, after we’d been talking, he told me to come and see him in Abuja. Just like that. Obviously, I didn’t have the money to travel to Abuja, so I told him I couldn’t come, but he insisted he wanted to see me, so he sent me transport money. 

    ₦6k. 

    LMAO!

    He said I should enter the 12-hour bus from Lagos, and then call him when I get to the park in Abuja. I obviously wasn’t going to do that, so I told him. Next thing, this man asked me to send his money back. Money that I needed for a convocation gown? Long story short, I didn’t send it, and he cursed my life, but I used the money to buy material to sew a gown, and used shoes, for my convocation. 

    The month between convocation and NYSC was the worst month of my life. I had to eat eba with water. I didn’t have a kobo to my name. I couldn’t even leave my house to go and stay with a friend because I didn’t have money for transportation.

    By November, I was posted to Zamfara for NYSC. Transportation cost ₦11k, and my dad gave me ₦15k. I called my aunt to ask her for extra money. She gave me ₦5k. That’s all the money I went to camp with. Just like in university, the rest was me surviving on friends I made. 

    After camp, I redeployed to Ibadan where I got my first writing gigs that paid ₦500 – ₦1k per article. Immediately NYSC started paying me the monthly ₦19,800, my parents started asking for money. Towards the end of my service year, I got another ₦5k-a-month writing job with a guy who turned out to be a creep. I had to quit because he was pestering me to come to his house. 

    Whoa. 

    Thankfully, I’d started applying for jobs three months before NYSC ended because I didn’t want to go back home broke and idle. One month before I finished NYSC, I got an internship at a PR company in Lagos. The pay was ₦40k. 

    Finally.

    The job was far from where my family lives, so all the money was going into transportation. After my first month, my dad connected me with a woman who lived just behind my workplace so I could stay with her. Best two weeks ever. I was walking to work, eating her food, there was light, everything was perfect. 

    Why just two weeks?

    She wasn’t married, but she had a man she was seeing. After I’d stayed with her for two weeks, he returned from a trip abroad. On the day he came, I greeted him, and we went our separate ways. The next day, she told me I had to leave her house because she didn’t think I’d be comfortable staying in the house with a man. I didn’t have a problem with it, but she insisted. In retrospect, she was probably the one who wasn’t comfortable with the arrangement. To help me, she found an apartment for me, not so far from work, and paid the ₦120k rent. 

    That’s nice of her. 

    After six months working at the ₦40k job, a company reached out to hire me as a content and community manager. This was 2016. Apparently, a Twitter mutual who I’d never even spoken with recommended me and wholeheartedly vouched for me because they saw my articles and tweets on the TL. When they asked me how much I wanted, I told them ₦80k. They offered me ₦110k exclusive of pension and HMO. I wanted to faint. I didn’t even think twice about taking the job. My boss at the ₦40k job was already stressing me by making false promises to increase my salary, so it was a no-brainer to leave. 

    From the ₦110k, I tried to save every month, but black tax was holding my neck. By the end of 2017, I started asking for a raise. It dragged on and on until July 2018 when I quit. 

    Did you get another job?

    Nope. But I couldn’t continue because I was extremely stressed. I’d started my part-time master’s, so I was spending a lot of money on transportation, fees and assignments. In addition, my sister had just gotten into university, and I was single-handedly taking care of her. It didn’t make any sense to still work for ₦110k when I was spending that much money and experiencing that kind of stress. 

    I’d done a writing side gig that paid ₦15k per article earlier in the year, so I just decided to focus on writing five articles a week.

    By September, I started another job at an advertising agency. The pay was ₦170k. All this time, I was trying to save, but black tax, school and rent were taking all my money. I just kept searching for new jobs. By January 2019, I saw an opening for a PR role at a tech company. I applied and got the job. ₦210k. 

    Love it. 

    By the end of the year, it increased to ₦280k. And by 2020, it increased to ₦311k. 

    What was the situation at home like?

    My company makes POSes so I set my mum up with one in 2019. Since then, she’s been making good money from it so my main responsibilities are to my dad and my sister. Sometimes, I have to contribute money to my brothers’ upkeep too.

    By 2021, they increased my salary to ₦350k. I was so angry. 

    Why?

    I’d become a team lead at a tech company, so it felt like an insult to be earning ₦350k. When I confronted my boss about it, he apologised and told me they’d increase it the next year — 2022. The reason for the small raise was that the company was trying to adjust the salaries of the team leads. 

    This year, I got a raise to ₦480k. 

    Mad!

    I also now have a PR side gig that pays ₦250k every month alongside my other more inconsistent side gigs.

    How has your journey with money shaped how you view it?

    I used to tell myself I don’t want to be super wealthy, that I just want to be comfortable. Omo, I want to have money. The more money you have, the more you can do for yourself and your family. 

    I was speaking with my dad sometime ago, and he called me the leader of the family. At first, I was confused, but he explained that leadership is not by age, but by ability. My older siblings aren’t making as much money yet, so they haven’t been able to provide for the family as much as I have. I appreciate being able to provide for them. 

    What do you spend your money on every month?

    Is there something you want but can’t afford?

    A better apartment. I’ve changed apartments multiple times over the years because my comfort is essential. The ones I’m looking at are way above my pocket right now. I also want japa money, and just travel and vacation money. For those ones, I’m a hot babe looking for someone to sponsor me.

    LMAO, please. What’s your financial happiness on a scale of 1-10?

    6. I don’t feel rich. I’m just okay. 


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  • I Got Tired of Carrying My Family’s Financial Burden, So I Cut Them Off

    As told to Conrad

    Growing up, I always felt a deep sense of responsibility for my family. For as long as I can remember, my extended family never stopped reminding me that my birth wasn’t easy on my mother. Despite being the second of four children, my birth had become a cautionary tale in my family, detailing how I almost killed my mother, made my father a widower and left my older sister motherless. When that’s all you hear as a child, it’s hard not to feel indebted to your parents. After all, you owe them your life. 

    The first time I realised I was sacrificing my happiness to please my family was when I had to choose between science and arts in SS1. I wanted to study Law, but my family insisted I pick a science course instead. That’s how I started my journey towards becoming a pharmacist. I’m smart, so no matter what I chose, I knew I wouldn’t struggle, but this didn’t stop me from being really disappointed with the choice. I tried to voice my concern to my mum, but she reminded me that I was the smartest of my siblings, and the one who’d take care of her when she grew old. How do you argue with a statement like that? I played my part as the good kid, selected science classes and did what I believed was the best thing for my family. 

    After all, I owed my parents my life.

    My mum turned out to be right though. Now at 36, I’m the most successful of all my siblings. But it came at great personal costs. While my mates and siblings were enjoying their youth, I was drowning myself in my books and taking internship opportunities every time I had a school break. 

    Every time I tried to come up for air, I’d remember I was my parents’ retirement plan and dived back into studying. I never dated in university, never went to the club or skipped classes. 

    You’d think that after all of this, I’d have my life back post-university, but it only got worse. I earned more money than every other one of my siblings so the responsibility of everything that had to do with my parents fell on my shoulders. From big things like my dad’s battle with glaucoma and all the surgeries, to the little things like paying the cleaning lady, my siblings just left everything to me. Whenever I tried to bring it up or at least delegate a small portion of the bills, they all ignored me. So I kept coughing out money without any sort of assistance 

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    When my mum got diagnosed with cancer, she needed all the help she could get. I pleaded with my younger brother who lived in the same city with her to at least move in with her so he could monitor the caregivers I had hired. Big mistake on my part. This guy, a full-grown adult at 28, decided to “take care” of our mum by spending all the money I sent to her through him. 

    I had to leave a work conference and fly back to the East after my mum collapsed because she hadn’t been taking her medication — something I’d paid for. I was livid. The worst part was, my mum kept defending him, and somehow I became the villain. 

    I paid for my parents’ medical bills, I covered tuition for some of my nieces and nephews. And let’s not get started on the uncles and aunties I had to “settle” once in a while. I was a walking NGO with my family as the ungrateful beneficiaries. The most annoying thing is that with all I spent on them, I barely spent on myself. I still use the same car I was using four years ago, while my siblings change cars all the time — and yet, they somehow always manage to be broke. I can’t remember the last time I travelled abroad for something other than work or my parents’ medical trips.

    In my romantic relationships, I found it difficult to go all out and spend money on my partners or fun experiences with them. In the back of my head, there was always this nagging voice that I needed to save all my money in case my family came to me with one emergency or the other.  I became a slave to their expenses. It had to stop. 

    I cut my family off last year. My mum passed away — I paid for the funeral — and since my dad was already deceased, it just felt like the right time to finally step back. The people that brought me to this world are gone and now, I can show everyone my true colour. 

    I gave my siblings one month more of enjoyment and then I started airing them. The school fees for my nieces and nephews? Aired — don’t take your kids to schools you can’t afford. Random calls asking for this or that? Aired. I told them to fuck off and support themselves. 

    My extended family has been calling to tell me that I’m wicked for abandoning my siblings, and it’s wild to me because they aren’t children. I finally have peace, but I regret not telling my parents how frustrating it felt having the entire family’s weight on my back, while they were still alive. They died thinking I enjoyed it, and I blame them for it, as my suffering was all their fault.

    Anyway, it’s time for me to finally live my life and enjoy my money. Where’s everyone going this summer? I have money to blow. 

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  • 5 Ways to Hide Your Wealth from Family and Friends

    Are you scared of family and friends blowing up your phone with calls and billing you for every little thing? What you need is a way to keep knowledge of your wealth away from them.

    These five tips should do the trick.

    1. Make “God when” your motto

    If you see anything like an expensive car, don’t make the mistake of opening your mouth to say you can afford it. Simply shout “God when” in your most pitiable voice.

    2. Disown them

    You might not be able to hide the fact that you have money from all your family and friends, so just disown them. It’s not by force to have friends in this life. You’ll be fine.

    3. Don’t tell them the exact price of things you buy

    If you buy a wig of 85k, tell them you bought it 10k, because next thing you know, you’re buying bags of rice and paying the school fees of five extended relatives.

    4. Ask them for urgent 2k

    How can they have the heart to ask you for money when you yourself are in need of urgent 2k? Asides urgent 2k, ask them to send airtime and data to complete the help-my-life act.

    5. Ship directly to your doorstep when you shop online

    Do this only if you stay alone. The minute your package arrives, grab it and shut your door. That way, snoopy family members, neighbours or friends won’t have their face in your business.

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  • 7 Nigerians On How Age Has Changed Their Relationship With Their Parents

    Time changes a lot of things, like the quality of a wine. Maturity also helps put a lot of things in perspective, particularly with parenting. I spoke to a couple of people about how time had changed their relationship with their parents. Here’s what they had to say.

    Derek, 21

    I had a pretty okay relationship with my dad when I was much younger. I knew he was trash but respectable trash – he was a womanizer and everyone knew it. But at least, he never used to beat me. When I was 14/15, he married a new wife and things went left.

    One day, she told him I eyed her. He came down to the section of the house my mum and I stayed and tried to beat me. He ended up giving me an injury on my back, a scar I still have.

    I had to run half-naked across town to get help because he was beating my mum for trying to protect me. It didn’t stop. One day, not long after, I can’t remember what caused the argument but he disowned me. At some point, he refused to let me back into the house so I had to sneak back in just to eat, see my mum and sneak back out to stay with my cousins. I remember him telling me to leave his house or he’ll run over me with his car. He actually tried to. It took years to process the whole thing. Now, he is ‘trying’ to get back on good terms with me. But I have his numbers blocked.

    So my mum and I were very close growing up. The older I got, the less close we became. I used to be an obedient church boy whose purpose in life was to make her proud. Then I became less of that. I stopped going to church, and it became worse after I came out as gay to her and she threatened to call the police. She hit me with a belt when I said I wouldn’t go to church in 2019.

    Things improved when I became independent but not by much. I still get calls asking me to find a girlfriend, to remember God etc. Then there’s the issue of black tax. That played a major role in the decline of our relationship. I help with fees. Yesterday, I paid rent for them. This morning, I got a text that she wants to give some money to a friend of hers in need and I should help.

    And I won’t lie, I have some resentment. Because I know what my life would be like if I had a little support and if I didn’t have to do so much by myself. It’s like my family gave me nothing but trauma and responsibilities. And they never let me forget about the responsibilities and pressure on me because they are always calling to remind me that they are counting on me.

    Even during Christmas. I’ll send money for Christmas clothes, Christmas food, Christmas hair and they’ll still ask for more. It is exhausting. And tiring. And god awful.

    Akin, 31

    When I was younger, there was a lot of tension between my mother and me because I was kind of a disappointment but when I gained admission into uni, I became worthy, like Thor became worthy of the Mjölnir. I suddenly was a good example in the house. I think it also helped that I became a lot calmer and more grateful after I gained admission. Distance might have helped too because I schooled in the North while they were in Lagos.

    My relationship between my father and me isn’t great but isn’t bad either. We hardly fight anymore since I moved out of the house but he’s always complaining about how I’m always talking to my mum but I don’t visit or call him.

    Overall, I think I have a good relationship with both of them. They respect me, even before I started giving them money, which I think is beautiful.

    Oyinda, 31

    I’ve always lived with my mum and only see my dad once in a while. I’ve always had quite an amazing relationship with my dad and it keeps getting better. We talk about anything and everything.

    On the other hand, my relationship with my mother fluctuates like NEPA. We had bad disagreements when  I was younger but I assumed it would get better the older I got but I was wrong. It’s like we take one step forward, five steps backwards. She doesn’t open upto me and evades personal questions all the time. Only God can help us at this point. Regardless, I love them both very much.

    Sophia, 20

    My relationship with my parents is the absolute ghetto. I grew up in a Catholic household, with a very misogynistic father and a mother who does everything to stroke his ego. They have always done everything possible to control every aspect of our lives; what we wear, who we associate with, the activities we engage in, every single thing. I find it difficult to forge relationships with people because I am hardly ever allowed to leave the house, except for errands. 

    My parents think we are living in some sort of dystopian age and it always makes me feel like a character out of ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’. If you’ve seen it, you’ll know how bad my situation is.

    Now that I’m older, my father is convinced I’m ‘possessed’ because I refuse to conform to his misogynistic standards of what a woman should be. I’m just waiting to move out by next year. They won’t hear from me after that.

    I wonder how they’ll react when they find out I’m gay. 

    Angelina, 28 

    My dad is late and my mom is a super mom. When I was younger (21-24) I was so angry at my mother. She left us a lot as teenagers to work and care for my dad who was terminally ill. I had a really hard time navigating adolescence and young adult life and had to be my own parent (I can’t really cook nor am I homely). I was so pissed with her so I kept picking fights, being vile and just outrightly nasty to her. 

    Some time passed and I start earning more money, navigating life and getting some sense. I realized all the trade-offs she had to make for us. Being a good, present mother or work extra jobs to earn money and care for my family. She chose the latter and I am well off today because she did. I now understand her in so many other ways and empathize with her. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for her. Today, we are best friends and I am always looking for any opportunity to spoil her.

    Mariam, 22

    I’m only 22 sha, still a baby girl under their thumb. There are three of us and I’m the middle child, but my older sister is extremely fragile, so I became the parent instead of her. My whole life, I’ve been grateful that my parents don’t care too much. They mostly allow us to do our own thing, which was really nice when I was younger. But I realised when I was 15 that my parents are NOT there for us emotionally at all. 

    To say that my dad abandoned me isn’t even accurate because he’s never really been there in the first place. He just pays bills and occasionally tells us stories about himself. My mom tries, but she has her own trauma which means she’s constantly hurting me and my sisters and can’t take responsibility for it. Nowadays, I just think of them as bank accounts. They have nothing to do with my life. I’m basically parenting my younger sibling because my parents are so dismissive when they try to “connect” with us. I’m just waiting to be free of their financial control so I can ignore them.

    Beke, 31

    My dad is my best friend on this earth. I didn’t exactly grow up with him – I spent my school years up to uni living with relatives. Even then, he ensured he was close. We bonded over football, I remember we used to watch Miracle of Dammam, USA 94 and Atlanta 96 tapes together. He bought me footballs every holiday because it’s the one thing I always wanted.

    When I got into uni, we got even closer. We talked about everything and he knows me very well. He once said I didn’t have the suspension of belief necessary to be religious, which was the best compliment I’ve gotten. He’d always say “Beke, it doesn’t matter. Whatever the issue is, we’ll deal with it together. You know I’m always in your corner.” 

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  • 8 Nigerians Share Their Black Tax Stories

    It’s safe to say that the culture of black tax has caught on. More than ever, young Nigerians are expected to support their families from whatever they earn. It’s a tricky situation to navigate, so we asked 8 Nigerians who’re paying a form of black tax to talk about their experiences. 

    Black tax

    Kathy, 25

    My dad died in 2008, leaving behind a stay-at-home mum and five children. I’m the eldest child. My black tax situation started from my time at the university. I always sent something home from the allowance I got from the relatives I was living with. When I finished university and got a job, the black tax skyrocketed. I earn about ₦250k per month, and a good chunk of it goes to my family. What my mother makes from her shop couldn’t possibly sustain the family. See, I love my family but God, I resent them sometimes. I can’t save, invest, travel or buy things for myself because there’s always rent or school fees to pay. 

    Recently, I had to clear out my savings to help my mum get goods and pay for her shop rent. Don’t get me started on the loans I’m still paying off. My last sibling is still in SS1, so I’m not getting out of this any time soon. Things got so bad one time I contemplated suicide, and the ONLY thing that stopped me was “who will take care of my family?” 

    It’s fine, though. You know how they say John the Baptist was born to pave the way for Jesus? Yeah, I was born to take care of people. That is truly my mission in life. I even make jokes out of it now — I tell my close friends I’m short because I’m carrying my family on my head. 

    The idea of marriage and children doesn’t appeal to me anymore. It feels like another form of black tax. When my siblings have grown up and no longer need my help, I want to enjoy my life and do things I couldn’t do as a young adult. I will have deserved it.

    Jinmi, 28

    The universe has always set me up. First, I wasn’t born into a wealthy family. And when things began to look up, my dad passed away when I was 17. Then it was just me, my mum, and three siblings. My siblings had to stay out of school for some time to ensure I finished university. After that, it was all about me getting a great job and helping the family. 

    I got my first job in 2017. Since that time, I’ve got another job, and my salary has been reviewed several times. I currently earn above a quarter million naira, which is 3x what I started with. I’m earning more than most people my age, but my finances are in shambles. Most of my income goes into helping out the family. 

    There was a time I got paid, and I started making money transfers to each member of my family on the spot. When I was done, 60% of my salary was gone. Another time, I wanted to write a professional exam to improve my prospects of getting a better paying job. I could afford the exam, but my brother needed money for his tuition, and I had to give up the exam. Not that I regret it — they made the same sacrifices for me when I was in university. I would never abandon them, and nothing beats the joy of being able to help out. But the thing is, I’ve now realised that I might not get far in life if things don’t improve. 

    Dami, 23

    I didn’t sign up for this. I was pushed out of the womb and became obligated as the first daughter to take care of everybody. When I started working at my first job, I was earning six-figures, and although my parents weren’t aware of the actual amount, they expected me to take up some responsibilities. My mother would make snide remarks when I didn’t pay or offer to pay for some household items. It was confusing at first. I had plans for myself, like getting my own place, purchasing gadgets for work, and at least flexing baby girl lifestyle. But I was getting things like “Your sister is going back to school, shey you won’t give her something? Or buy provisions” and I would be like “Am I the mother?”.

    At first, they were thankful that I was helping out. Now it seems like one of the things they expect, and when it happens, they’re like “You’re being responsible. Oh cool. May God keep providing for you.” My mother makes decisions without informing me and expects me to pay for it. In December, she paid for something worth ₦100k+, and she casually told me what she did and how she’s sorry that I have to reimburse her, even though she knew I was still setting up my apartment. 

    I don’t think I’ll ever have a definite say on my finances as anything can come up from my family’s end. It doesn’t matter how important a MacBook is, my family will always come first. The smiles on their faces are satisfactory sometimes.

    Deji, 30

    I had just returned from NYSC in 2014 when my mum hit me with this: “Oh, you know you’re the first child. You can’t abandon the family. We’re barely surviving and need you.” 

    My family was the average Nigerian middle-class family in the early 90s, but things got hard in the 2010s, but I didn’t realise that the situation was so bad. I went into panic mode and aggressively searched for a job. And when I got one, I started helping out with a few things around the house. Now, I’ve taken over full responsibilities from my parents for more than five years. In that time, I’ve changed jobs and gotten promotions. But with every raise I got, my family needs also evolved. 

    One night, I got a call that my brother was terribly sick and had been placed on admission. I was a mess. The money I had on me was what I’d been saving to get the family a new spot. I spent more than ₦120k that night alone. Over the next few days, I kept paying for hospital stuff. My mum was also recovering from a stroke at the time, and my dad was conveniently out of town. It was a dark period. I contemplated disappearing on them so many times. I don’t know how I would have survived if my ex wasn’t there to support me.

    I’m largely overwhelmed these days. Music and my occasional therapy help, but they don’t make the problems go away. 

    Dasola, 21

    I’ve always been independent. I liked the idea of having my own money. When my family fell on tough times, I knew it was time to start taking care of myself. At first, it was just all about myself, but I realised that I needed to include my family too. So here we are.

    But sometimes, they act like I’m not doing enough even though I’m the only one doing something. One time, I split my salary into two and gave my mum one half, and she said that it was too small. By the way, I’m in my second year of uni, and I’m paying my way through it myself.

    I love them to bits, but I wish I could spend some money on myself without feeling guilty, or just be like girls my age who don’t have these responsibilities. I do crying therapy at least once every week. But when I see how happy they get when I do something for them, the situation doesn’t seem so bad.

    Emeka

    I was just out of secondary school when my parents lost their jobs. This halted my plans to study abroad. I decided to go to a federal university and my parents couldn’t cover my tuition. So I took it up to see myself through uni. I started making some money in university, but most of it went into paying black tax. There was a limitless amount of needs. After I graduated from uni, I realised that if I didn’t do anything, my siblings won’t go to school. 

    I’ve done everything to make sure they get an education — data analysis, project writing, advertising, and radio. I don’t want to be anybody’s wicked uncle. I will do my best to see them through university, and that’s it.

    Also, they seem to think that I’m way better off than I am, so I’ve realised the need for boundaries. I refuse some of the things they ask from me. I don’t do ego trips. When I was at university, I lost my grandmother. Traditionally, my father was supposed to bury her with a cow or two. The reality at the time was that we couldn’t afford one, but my father tried to blackmail into buying one. I said no, and stood my ground. It caused some drama but everyone was fine eventually. I had to set boundaries or I’d just kill myself trying to meet up with their expectations. 

    Zia, 19

    My family’s financial situation is shit, and I’m the first child. I’m in my third year at uni, and when I started freelancing in 100 level, everyone was happy because the money I was supposed to get from them could now be diverted elsewhere. Then it got worse. If I asked my parents for anything, their reply would be “aren’t you a working-class woman?” I’m still a teen. There is literally ‘teen’ in my age. 

    During the lockdown, I had to dip into my emergency funds more times than I can count. They come to me for anything we need at home, and nobody ever believes me when I say I don’t have money. Recently, my mother came into my room and asked: “they never pay you?” I told her that they hadn’t paid, although that was a lie. Then she went “when they pay you, you’re giving me ₦10k.” She didn’t even know how much the pay was, she just assumed that I could afford to cough up the money.

    I’m making my peace with it. For the foreseeable future, I’m not getting out of it. I’m also setting limits. I love my family, but they don’t have limits.

    Funmi, 27

    I’m not even the first child. I’m the fifth out of eight kids, but I’m like the only child who currently has something going for her. Here’s the thing: I’m 27, a single mum, and deep in debt of black tax. I never run out of things to do for my parents or my siblings.  

    When I made my first ₦1M, I sent ₦500k to my dad to buy a vehicle for his transport business. My mum got an additional ₦200k loan to complete the payment. Guess what happened: the car he bought was so bad that it needed more than ₦1M to set it up. Guess who had to repay the loan my mum got? Me. 

    I believe I’m just here to pay bills and my mental health has taken a huge hit. To be honest, my daughter and the occasional sleeping pills are the only things getting me through this. 

    You should read this too: 8 Annoying Things Every Nigerian Adult Struggling With Black Tax Can Relate To


  • A #NairaLife Of Enjoyment, Black Tax, and A Wild Income Jump

    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.

    What’s your oldest memory of money?

    Haha, I know this question from Naira Life. 

    Hahaha, an OG. 

    I remember finding some money in my aunt’s purse. She had just relocated to London, and she left some naira in her bag. I think she forgot it. Anyway, my siblings and I took it and didn’t tell anyone. I think it was ₦970, which was a lot of money in the early 2000s. We balled with it. . I was maybe 10 or 11. 

    What were things like generally? 

    We were okay. Our parents travelled abroad, but we never did. I lied to my classmates about travelling though. In hindsight, I wonder if they knew it was a lie and if I was one of those “armed robbers stole our pool” kids. 

    Hahaha. I think we were all this kid to some degree. Anyway, what’s the first thing that ever paid you money? 

    I was an intern at a PR firm in 2011. It paid about ₦15k at the time. I was 18, and in my second year in uni. The next time I earned anything was two years after: NYSC. All I got monthly was ₦19,800. The government TV Station I worked at didn’t pay me a dime. #EndBadGovernance. #EndEverything #EndWorld

    Hahaha. So, just ₦19,800?

    I’m not going to lie; because they weren’t paying me, I became a ghostworker. They didn’t care much about me or corpers generally, so they let me be. They were so uncool.

    What’s the most uncool thing anyone there did?

    One time they made me cover a story of one older American woman that came to see her Facebook friend. It was around the Chibok girls kidnapping, but they didn’t say anything about that. How is that Facebook story a priority please? 

    #EndBadGovernance. What happened after NYSC?  

    I became a banker. I joined a bank in 2015. In their training school, they paid ₦40k. After training school, my money increased to ₦238k. There was a compulsory car loan that put my net to ₦180k after I paid the monthly principal. 

    I changed departments, but my last stop was Comms. I came tops in training school, so I chose where I wanted to be. 

    The only time I come tops is when it’s time to finish food. 

    Hahaha, I used to come tops in everything until I entered secondary school and boys started to distract me. My brain can’t mix romance with books. Anyway, I was at the bank for a little over three years. 

    How did your salary grow while you were there?

    It didn’t. That’s why I left. I was also beginning to feel stagnant. The only reason I stayed is because there was a two-year bond. 

    How much did breaking this bond cost? 

    Two million. E be like jail. Kai. 

    Ah, the clauses. 

    To be frank, they actually give raises. It just didn’t favour the average person. For example, you had to find someone to deposit a lot of money to get a raise. Tough times. 

    That hustle. Where did you go after? 

    I was jobless for six months, exploring other things. But when I exhausted my savings, I ran back to banking. Another bank this time. 

    How much did you have saved up, and what type of safety nets did you have? 

    I had about one million. My rent wasn’t due for another six months, and I knew I could always run back to my family if things went bad. 

    Ah nice, so a new bank?

    Yes. Marketing. Loved it. This was in 2018. The salary was ₦250k. 

    How did your salary grow? 

    It didn’t. I left after a year to take a consulting gig. Marketing too. That paid me ₦350k. This one lasted six months, till the end of 2019. Then I took on some consulting gigs for Detty December events. By the beginning of 2020, I didn’t have a job. But that was okay for me. 

    Why? 

    I wanted to travel. And that’s what I did. I did three countries; the UAE and two in Africa. I was going to do the UK, but COVID hit, so I came back home. 

    How much did all of it cost? 

    Ahhh, I dunno o. I wasn’t checking, just spending. Lol. 

    Oya, how much did you have when you left, and how much when you got back? 

    Maybe I spent about 2.5 to ₦3 million. Sorry oh, I can see my income at the time was not matching my lifestyle. I think this is a good time to mention that I had a boyfriend that was very financially comfortable, so I didn’t have to bother about a lot of bills lol. 

    Hayyy, God when? 

    When the lockdown started, I accepted a startup’s offer of ₦250k because I wanted to use work as a distraction from my anxiety about the impending doom. 

    Strange times. 

    When I accepted the offer, they told me they were going to give me a raise after three months because they didn’t have money. 

    How did it go three months after? 

    Things got interesting. First of all, they told me they were bootstrapping, but what I saw when I joined didn’t show any evidence of them being broke. I felt like I’d been lied to about them being broke. My boss didn’t take me asking for a raise well at all, and he said many awful things. 

    I was like, you know what? I quit. So, I gave them a one-month notice. 

    Ah, mad o.

    Me that I already had another job where they were offering $1,700. 

    Mad oooooooo.

    One week before I was to leave, they gave me a better offer and increased my salary to ₦400k. I told them I was only going to accept it as long as I could keep my new gig. They agreed. 

    That is interesting. 

    I know I’m going to have to choose one eventually, but I’m going to drag it for as long as I can. 

    What’s your dummy’s guide to landing a forex gig? 

    Hahaha. LinkedIn. Once I see a White Chief Marketing Officer, I just send them the template message I’ve written. One paragraph stating intent. Another paragraph stating my experience. One paragraph expecting feedback.

    What was the feedback like? 

    Let’s say I sent 10. I got like 8 responses. Only 2 made an offer. Then I accepted one. 

    How much enters your account every month like this? 

    ₦1,199,000. 

    What does it do to a person? This kind of income jump?

    Actually, it’s weird. Nothing. I keep saying maybe after I earn it for six months, I’ll see the difference but for now, nothing has changed. I’ve never really been a prudent person so it’s not like I’m spending more now. 

    What does it –

    I bought Hermès sandals, lol. 

    How much did that cost? 

    ₦350k. I’m not doing this again sha. I have other things I could do with money, maybe a master’s programme or even relocating. 

    What are your current monthly running costs?

    This might not really be entirely accurate because I get a lot of passive income. 

    How? 

    People like to dash me money. 

    Mad o. What do I need to do for people to dash me money? 

    Hahaha, be a fine girl in Lagos oh. 

    I… What’s the highest amount of money anyone has dashed you? 

    Two million. I wanted to travel, told him to sponsor me and he did. We’ve been friends for a long time, so maybe that helped lol. 

    I have people I’ve been friends with for over 10 years, but… Anyway, you have almost ₦900k left over every month, what’s going to happen to that?

    I mostly just save it, but now I’m considering crypto. The space is pretty interesting, and we might be sleeping on it. I’m trying to learn as much as I can about it. 

    Have you bought any crypto yet? 

    Well, an insignificant amount. About ₦50k. 

    Hmm. 

    When you consider that 1 BTC is about five million, ₦50k is insignificant. 

    Fair. How much do you currently have saved up? 

    Right now, about ₦1.2 million. There was some financial trouble at home that ate into all my savings. So I had to help out. 

    You want to talk about it? 

    Nope. Not really. 

    Is this the first time? 

    Nah. I’ve pretty much been on my own financially while having to help out since NYSC. 

    A moment comes when people realise that they’re no longer just children, but also financial support systems.

    I think it came too fast. I used to resent my parents for it, but I help when I can. School fees and all that. They’re working to pick up a lot of that too, so I’m happy about that. 

    Do you remember the first time you had to pick up a bill?

    It was from uni. Sometimes I’d have to borrow from my friends till my parents could pay back. 

    This strained our relationship when I got older because I realised they were just irresponsible with money. They didn’t have priorities straight, didn’t plan. It didn’t make sense to me.

    Do you feel like you inherited some of it?

    Yeah, I think so. But I’m not as careless. I don’t like getting broke, so I try to plan. 

    Looking at your career, how much do you feel like you should be earning right now?

    I think I’m earning what I should to be honest. Although if I use the normal Nigerian companies pay grade, maybe ₦500k because they’re users and slave drivers. 

    What’s something you want but can’t afford? 

    A better passport. And maybe a private jet, so I can japa at any time and pick one or two clothes. 

    Hahaha. What’s an annoying miscellaneous that you’ve had to pay for recently?

    Oh my God, you’re a wizard for this question. I recently got into a small accident and now I have to pay ₦50k for the person’s car to be fixed. I don’t even know how much they’ll fix mine yet. And my insurance ran out, so I’m pissed about it. 

    Ouch. Sorry. Do you have any financial regrets? 

    I don’t know if it’s a regret but I wish I didn’t have to support my family as much as I do. I’d be so much richer if I didn’t. 

    Have you ever attempted to measure how much of your income is going to them?

    Nah, I have not. But I know it’s a lot. At some point my dad became so entitled. I had to clear him. 

    How did the conversation go?

    One that I remember was I had given them some money to do some things around the house. I’d also planned to travel too, but I didn’t tell them that. After I gave them the money, he called to say he needed to buy his meds and I told him I didn’t have money for that. Fast forward maybe three days, I was on the way to the airport, and he called me randomly and I told him oh I’m actually about to catch a flight. 

    Next thing he goes, “You’re catching a flight but you don’t have money for my meds?”

    Hmm. 

    That pissed me off cause I’m like, I just gave you some money a few days back, maybe you could have bought your meds with some of it?

    And he has been using his meds for years now, so it’s not like it just popped up from nowhere. You knew you needed your meds. He does it all the time. Never saves for his meds or plans for it. 

    And why this is so annoying is they’re not even that old. Barely in their mid-50s, and it’s been going on since their 40s. They still have sources of income. 

    What’s a purchase you made recently, even if small, that significantly improved the quality of your life?

    I bought another car about two months ago. My friend relocated and gave it away at a steal. It cost ₦1.5m, and everyone says the market value is actually ₦2.5m. 

    Fair. On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your happiness level?

    Midpoint-ish. I wish I was richer though. I want to have a million dollars by the first quarter of 2021, I don’t know how I’ll do it. 

    If you get that one million dollars, I’m going to quit whatever job I’m doing and follow you. Bet.

    Hahaha, put me in your prayers. We will all eat good. 


  • #NairaLife: Working HR Ambitiously, And For Family, At  ₦350k/Month

    In this #NairaLife story, we talk to a lady working in HR, with relentless ambition and a strong sense of duty to family. This #NairaLife was made possible by FCMB.

    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.

    What was money like growing up?

    It wasn’t constant. My father, even though he has a first degree, refused to get a job as advised by my mum. He chose to become an Alfa. That means there was no constant source of income. 

    So when there was money, we ate good and everyone felt the impact. And when there was no money, we ate Semo or Eba in the morning before going to school. 

    As for my mum, she had a degree and worked in publishing in those days. She was pretty much established before her husband said no to work. She sold nylon to complement the family income. It was a very lucrative business and the main source of the family income. 

    So my mum would buy, roll it out, my dad would cut, while my mum would package and drop off at bakeries, shops and the likes. 

    This is interesting. 

    Let me give you a quick background to both of them. Mum was the more educated one when they met. She went to a technical college and was one of the best. My dad, however, finished Standard Six and couldn’t proceed because his family could barely cater for him. 

    So he went to an Arabic school where he studied for almost 16 years. She pushed for him to write GCE, do a university diploma, and eventually had a degree. But e no dey ever finish from king pikin body. 

    I’m listening. 

    There was someone that got him recommended for a teaching position. He didn’t show up.

    Reason: he can’t do “yes boss for someone”. He’d rather be his own man. He studied Arabic and Islamic studies and because he was sound in Arabic he did translation jobs in Dubai as early as 2001 which brought in plenty of USD. 

    If I should go into what that is, we would be deflecting from our focus – me.

    Agreed. What’s the first thing you ever did for money?

    Makeup. 2011. I was 18/19. It was my mum’s idea; it wasn’t like I was enthusiastic about it but she needed me to have a vocation asides schooling. So she enrolled me. The only things that interested me were books and school. I exerted all my energies into this. 

    My memory fails me these days or maybe I’m deliberately archiving difficult times and hardship. 

    She was trying to make sure you had financial safety nets, correct?

    Yes. She hasn’t had it easy. Also, during NYSC, I was starting to get scared of where the money would come from – 2014. So I marked WAEC scripts – English and Literature. Invigilated GCE. Worked during the election as a PO. Sold food to my Corp members. Did data collection and immunization for Polio. I made enough money during my service year. Also, my dad used to send me a weekly allowance while I was in school. The culmination of my weekly allowance was higher than my monthly allowee during NYSC. He made sure I never lacked. 

    My mum would send foodstuff to me every month. So I had enough money in school. But I never saved. 

    What was it like, post-NYSC?

    My parents moved to their house a month before my pass out. It wasn’t anything grand. But it was decent enough for us to have 3 rooms and have it painted. When I came back to Lagos, I had barely ₦10k left with me. Or maybe ₦20k. I can’t remember. But I knew that I would ‘die’ if I continued living with them without a steady income. Especially as the place was in the middle of nowhere. 

    So, what did you do?

    My mum and I went from school to school seeking vacancies for an English teacher. The schools wanted me because I was “hot cake”, or so they said. I graduated with a 2:1 and was very young and articulate. And they could see my burning passion for teaching. I’ve wanted to teach since secondary school.

    How did the search turn out? 

    The highest offer I got from one of the schools in this new site was ₦30k. I was encouraged to take it as I’d spend as little as ₦5k on transport monthly and there’d be food at home. But I couldn’t take it because I couldn’t imagine myself a local champion, in the middle of nowhere. So I started extending my search to outside of our new area. 

    Interesting thing is, retirement homes work better for parents, but not exactly for the children.

    Yes. It affected my siblings too. The schools there are subpar. 

    Tell me about your first salary.

    ₦80k. It was like film trick. When I got home, my dad asked to see my conditions of employment. And that’s how my whole family knew how much I earned. Wrong move. I’ll never recommend this to anyone, especially if you are the first child or potential breadwinner. Anyway, I finished NYSC in October. I got a job as a front-desk officer in November – my job search was 3 weeks and some days. In December, boom; I got a bonus of ₦500k. 

    Mad o!

    I been wan mad. For the first time in a long time, I put myself first and bought something for me; a phone that cost ₦320k.

    I decided it was worth buying because I learnt our bonuses were quarterly. My pension made me cry sha.

    Take home after tax and pension was ₦73k. By 2016 April, I got another alert was ₦525k. 

    Oluwa, wetin dey happen? 

    I mentioned that bonuses were paid quarterly. And the more sales and profit in a quarter, based on your level. I was entry-level. When I got the second bonus, I gave my mum ₦300k out of it. I was a front desk officer. I still work there, because job security is important while I plan my escape from Nigeria. 

    What’s the highest bonus you’ve received? 

    ₦2.3 million. December 2018. I bought land from this money, Then divided the money into 3. Used 1/3 to start a business in January 2019. By Q1 2019, the bonus was ₦325k. 

    The way the bonus thing is written in your employment letter, you can’t go and request it. It’s at the discretion of the management. By mid-2017, many people were not feeling the bonus thing anymore. 

    We preferred it was broken into bits in our salary. Our pension was suffering, and we couldn’t continue to plan our lives on quarterly monies you can’t bank on. Eventually in 2019, we did a proper HR restructuring. 

    We had our Annual revised and had bonuses replaced by 13th month. And I got a job upgrade. All this while, I was doing my MSc and Personnel Certification exam. So when I finished, it was easy for me to move internally. I have a passion for people. 

    Interesting. So, you joined HR last year?

    Yes. But before then, I volunteered in the department since 2017. So yeah I was given two options; head Admin or be a senior staff in HR. I was the best fit for both, but I went for the latter. 

    Energy.

    Yes, I used a lot of my money to develop myself please. 

    Give me a breakdown of all the courses you’ve taken

    Insane. 

    These were paid by myself. My company also trains us a minimum of one course every year. Now add the company-sponsored training to what I’ve had. 

    What’s your current salary?

    ₦350k. I’d have spent 5 years in less than 4 months. I’m now an HR Technical Lead. Although I know people in similar companies at the same level, earning ₦500k. With other fringe benefits.

    But let me mention that my company bought us cars. Senior staff and all. 

    Let’s break down your ₦350k. 

    More recently my money dynamics have changed. 

    Why? 

    My mum is ill and it’s a money-draining illness. 

    I’m so sorry. You have health insurance?

    HMO only covers me. And even if they allowed my mum there’s no way it would cover the cost of her treatment.

    How has your perspective about money changed? After all these years?

    Savings is not going to cut it if you earn very little. Remember when I earned ₦73k net and I saved ₦10k monthly to amount to ₦120k a year.

    Now I save over ₦200k a month. I’m looking to taking more investment risks and build something on my land that can generate passive income.

    Like, how much do you have altogether?

    I have just ₦2 million. When I get my ₦100k from Ajo in September that’s another ₦1 million. I have some other savings locked up in an app with ₦700k at the moment. My land is worth ₦1.8 million now. The extra liquid cash I have is if I have anything sold on my business. 

    Tell me about your business

    I sell fashion items. Based on inventory, the current worth is ₦800k, but I’m very terrible at this business thing and business has gotten worse.

    While I am good with human relations and physical marketing – my friends recommended me for a sales role once – I don’t seem to get this digital marketing and how to turn it to my favour especially as my business is mainly online and the warehouse is my room/sitting room

    What’s the biggest misconception people have about HR?

    That HR equals recruitment. Not like recruitment is easy, but reducing the totality of Human Resources to this ticks me off. My favourite part of HR is strategy & Talent Management. Compensation & Benefits? I am the master at it. I love that my manager vouches for me especially when I’m not there and is always tabling my case where it matters. Salaries, pensions, leave allowances, leave days, out of station allowances, HMO, Regulatory compliances (PENCOM, NSITF, ITF, Combined Group Life Insurance), staff welfare, I am the go-to person. 

    Let me ask, how do you decide when to give a raise?

    It differs from company to company. In my company naturally, there’s a review of all staff salaries at least once in two years to align with current living realities. Another is profit sharing (kinda). When we get crude lifting contracts or a huge job you get a few dollars. And finally, performance appraisal. Exceptional people get their salaries reviewed independently. 

    No one has officially come to HR to seek a raise though. 

    Why don’t people do it?

    Organizational culture impacts people a lot. The work environment is mostly relaxed, informal and makes HR work easier. People come unofficially to discuss things with us and we table it to management. People get a lot of unofficial cash benefits, including taking care of some staff’s personal expenses.

    Wow. So, your boss is running the company like an extended family.

    You get. We (HR) are trying to do things by the book because of restructuring. This style has its merits and demerits. But the merits have overshadowed the demerits so far. One demerit is that employees know they can always bypass protocol to go meet the chairman himself. This causes an imbalance and subordination is the order of the day. When you eventually decide to leave such an organization, tell me how you’d cope with organizations with structures in place. I don’t want to be a local champion so I am always seeking ways to develop myself for the global market. 

    What’s something you want right now but can’t afford?

    I want a fully-furnished house and money in my account – say ₦5 million. I’m gonna just japa. But I want a house to keep my mind at rest. I want one, especially before I marry. I currently rent a mini flat at ₦500k. Furnishing it even passed the ₦500k sef. 

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

    Bought a friend a watch. He passed his exams after failing this first time and I promised myself to get him something to celebrate him if he passed the second time. I saved the ₦10k friend budget from last year November till I got news of his success and bought him a Swatch. 

    Cute. When was the last time you felt broke?

    I’m currently broke. You would never know though. I have a total of ₦8k left. ₦7k which will serve as my fuel money till my next payday. There’s food at home. I have data. The past few months have left me with almost nothing in my account always because of mum’s health. 

    Sorry :(. What’s something you bought recently that significantly improved the quality of some aspect of your life?

    I bought myself a new mattress. And new pillows. I felt like a king and it helped improve my sleep. My previous mattress was already pressed in the middle. 

    What’s a major expense you have that doesn’t come monthly? 

    Skincare products. I’ve spent up to 250k this year. Don’t shout o. 

    Ahhhh. So, skincare takes up how much in a year?

    Please don’t make me calculate it 😭😭. I’m so scared to put a cap on it but maybe ₦500k to ₦600k. This became elaborate last year. Before last year, I barely spent up to ₦200k a year. 

    Why did you up the game?

    Financial upgrade. It afforded me to buy products that tackle my skin issues. It’s an elaborate something. In the morning, I spend an average of 30 minutes. But at night time I take 45mins. Weekends, up to 1 hour, 15mins. 

    How would you rate your happiness levels, on a scale of 1-10?

    It’s 6. I’m doing good but it could be better. I don’t want to get paranoid about not having money. When I have my own house and ₦5 million in addition to the little I have. And most importantly premium health insurance for my nuclear family. Health emergencies disrupt your balance and plans. You could go from being a mini-millionaire to penniless in a month because of health. So those are my fears.

    Your fear of not having money is mostly triggered by your commitment to your family, is that correct?

    Mostly. I still have 3 siblings in school. And my parents are getting older and weaker.

    That’s heavy.

    I know. That’s my reality and there’s no shying away from it. Sometimes I get grumpy and it affects my mood. Thankfully I have a friend that serves as my outlet. He senses when I’m tense about things and there’s a way he makes me open up and when I do, there’s momentary relief for me. Until the next one.  

    I cannot even japa without factoring at least one of my siblings in this. If I don’t do this, who will? 

    Hmm.

    This also feels like a therapy session. Thank you for this opportunity.

    Thank you too.

  • 23 And Dreaming Big in Private Equity, ₦300k at a time

    Working in Private Equity is quite the dream for many young people in Nigeria who have the kind of qualifications they’re looking for.

    The subject of this story didn’t get in by chance. She’s 23, recently finished NYSC and has been working since the first week she completed her final year project in school. 

    She studied accounting but decided to pursue an investment banking career. She hasn’t looked back since.

    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.

    Let’s go all the way back, like way, way back – you know, to your childhood. 

    I wanted to be a doctor – finding the cure for HIV was supposed to be my life’s purpose. Then, one day in SS1, my Accountant uncle was like “why don’t you study accounting. You can work anywhere,” 

    And that’s how I ended up in commercial class. 

    I pretty much knew that I could survive in any career path but I particularly liked accounting because it had a sprinkle of maths here and there

    So, it wasn’t money, but in fact maths.

    While it was a spur of the moment decision, it wasn’t a path that was uninteresting for me because there was math involved so I had fun with it. 

    Speaking of money, I love, love money. 

    Hahaha. About money, when did you first clock the importance of money, ever?

    Look, I grew up in a low-income family. Three siblings and my mum – my dad is late.

    I’ve always known that money is the koko. My sister and I have always dreamed of ways to get rich from a very young age. 

    Considering the fact that my dad died when I was 12, the hustle sort of intensified. Immediately we could navigate how to board buses properly we were on our way to building our Dynasty – that’s what we called it hahaha. 

    We pretty much have the ‘driven’ gene. It’s overwhelming.

    And intense. Sorry about your dad. 

    Thanks. I was 12, about to write my Junior WAEC.

    Must have been tough for you mum. 

    We actually had great financial support from my uncles on both sides of the family. One of them was the main sponsor – the person that pays for tuition and major bills. 

    That’s amazing. What’s the first thing you ever did for money?

    I needed to go to prom in SS3 but we didn’t have enough money. My sister was a budding fashion designer and I was her model, so we made a sample prom dress. I took pictures and we wanted to show people the sample, so they can make their prom dresses with us. 

    We tried to go to one of the fancy schools – they didn’t make it past the gate, hahaha. 

    Hahaha. This is hardcore. Do you remember the first money you made though?

    That’d be my first salary as a research intern at my pre-NYSC job. 2018. 60k.

    Ah ahn, enjoyment. 

    Hahaha, not really. Family responsibilities sort of come in but I’m grateful. Anyway, I went on to serve at an investment bank in Lagos, and they paid me 100k a month. 

    I imagine these guys retained you.

    They wanted to but I needed to work with a bigger company. 

    This energy, which market can I buy it?

    Hahaha. I got a job working in Private Equity. I don’t know how long I’d be here but my little time here has exposed me to different businesses. In the near future, it’d be easier to run my business, if the time comes. 

    Interesting. What are your biggest WOAHs since you started working in Private Equity?

    Considering that I’ve been here for a little over two months, the biggest WOAH has really been working for a company that not operating in only Nigeria. It’s strange but interesting understanding of other Anglophone African economies. For example, I never really cared about how the Ghanaian economy worked until I started working here so it’s quite challenging and interesting.

    Unlike Nigeria, Ghana actually has an oversupply of power in its economy. Can you beat that? 

    You had to bring in electricity. 

    Haha! While the demand for electricity overshadows that of supply in Nigeria, the reverse is the case in Ghana. Now they have long term power contracts that they have to renegotiate so that the government doesn’t continue to pay for unused power. 

    Meanwhile, you are here, worrying about electricity and Okada bans. How has that affected you, by the way?

    HORRIBLE. It makes me rant on my WhatsApp status every morning. One of my friends told me he fell ill and landed in the hospital. 

    Woah. I hope he’s okay.

    Yes. The doctor just prescribed a drug called “Less Lagos Madness”

    Hahaha. This is the funniest, not-funny thing ever. 

    It’s like I go to work with an open mind every day. 

    Questions like “would I get a bus?”, “how long am I going to wait for one?”, “how many people would I successfully shove trying to get into a bus?” My work colleagues can’t relate, I look like the crazy one

    What’s your monthly income like now, and how does it disappear monthly?

    300k net. One would think I’d have lots of Investments considering I’m a finance person but it’s not so. I have to write exams – ACCA and co. I also have to settle the school fees of my younger siblings. Currently saving up for rent. I’m sure I’d get a grip of myself mid-year and I can have lots of disposable income. Also hoping for a full-time role, from intern to an analyst.

    Wait, are you an intern currently?

    Yes. The way these multinationals work, they need to sort of see you work for a period before you transition into full time. It’s basically budgeted in dollars. 

    How much will you earn when you go full time?

    I’m not sure. Wild guess? 800-1 million. It’s a year’s internship, but you can get a bump up earlier being a high performer. 

    I’m rooting for you.

    Thanks. 

    It’s time to get our hands a little dirty in the nitty-gritty of your monthly expenses.  

    Let me explain the numbers. The family part includes monthly upkeep, part-payment for my sister’s school fees and brother’s school expenses.

    Feeding is cheap because I try to cook. That transport part is definitely going up this month with this Okada ban. My skin and body maintenance is really cheap because I generally don’t wear makeup and all.

    Being a girl is so expensive by the way, and I’m just doing the barest minimum at the upkeep department. That’s why I’m big on making more money and changing my life.

    Tell me more about the upkeep part. 

    I mean, I don’t go shopping every other month, I don’t buy Vietnamese hair – at least not yet. No manicure or spa treatments. I don’t spend 50k on body oils and an extra 50k on fragrance. It doesn’t mean that I don’t like them but it’s not just time. Soon. I just need to stash good and smart. 

    The way I grew up has always made me approach things with a unique mindset, and it has worked to a good extent. 

    I see big things as very achievable. Like, “what’s the worst that could happen?” I have no problem banging on every dream company door if I need a job. 

    Interesting fact: Before I got this job, I wrote lots of cold emails to different companies’ CEOs. So I’m a big dreamer and intentional about creating generational wealth. 

    I’m curious, how much do you imagine you’ll be earning in 5 years?

    With plan A or B? 

    Run me through both

    This is very optimistic, but I want billions in annual revenue if I become an entrepreneur. 

    But following my career trajectory, I might be up for up to $250000 per year. 

    I’m going to leave that entrepreneurship part. $250k per annum? That is wild.

    Yes. In my heart of hearts, this is it. The trick to earning well is to ensure you add enough value to account for your high salary. The higher ranked you’re, the easier it is to directly link your performance and remuneration. 

    Let’s create a scenario of a road to 250k. And what it looks like.

    Go for Master’s next year – that should take a year. Start as an investment professional at one of the top Development Finance Institutions – $120k to 150k per year. Work my way through promotion to get to $250k per year.

    Do you know what makes it more interesting? Earning that and living in Naij. Your house and utility bills won’t be alarming. 

    Multinationals also have a way around taxes which makes it less painful. Life is sweet.

    What way?

    A segue, but there seems to be a history of black tax with you.

    It’s suffocating and needs to be handled with a brave heart if not, it’d leave the taxee frustrated and broke.

    It is very dicey because I mean, who doesn’t want to help the family? I find myself struggling with it because I’d give an arm and leg for my nuclear family before I remember that I can’t walk.

    But for young black professionals to be able to grow sustainable wealth, they must learn not to be guilt-tripped into giving all their money away. This would also prevent them from depending on their children when they grow old – they’d have an attractive retirement fund and viable investments to fall back on.

    Word. Black Tax is a short term inconvenience for long term financial freedom. Discuss (20 marks)

    I think it all depends on how you handle it. Paying black taxes on things like education of younger ones or buying a property for your old ones (which can serve as rental income) and all that can lead to a long term financial freedom because you’re empowering them.

    However, if you use a chunk of your earnings to cover recurrent income (paying the food bills and electricity bills of many families), then there’s no long term freedom.

    I always feel broke after I pay for all the important stuff and my account balance starts to dwindle. I literally panic.

    Sorry.

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

    Everything. I plan for everything.

    Do you have a safety net of sorts, in case anything goes south?

    I know this is irresponsible but I’m trusting on my good genes not to fail me. I haven’t been sick almost all my life. I just need to make it to the middle of the year. No school fees to pay. Would have raised enough for rent.

    On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your financial happiness?

    3. I need more money. I need a very nice apartment and to uber my way through life – I don’t want to drive in this traffic. I need money to start investing.

    It’s like you didn’t come to this life to suffer at all.

    I want it, and I’m going to get it. Many times, people don’t believe me, so I’ve started talking less. Sometimes, I’m scared about how passionate I am of these things.

    I never got to ask, was it one of the cold emails that landed you the current job?

    Let me tell you. I made a list of 12 companies – I was picky about where I wanted to work – and sent cold emails, LinkedIn requests and all that job stalking stuff.

    And that’s how I landed this job.

    Funny thing is, I still get interview requests from them but guess who now sends rejection emails to companies?

    Energy.


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  • When Life Happens, Just Wing It

    We want to know how young people become adults. The question we ask is “What’s your coming of age story?” Every Thursday, we’ll bring you the story one young Nigerian’s journey to adulthood and how it shaped them.

    There are a lot of things you don’t realise about life and growing up when you’re a child. It’s worse when you’re a sheltered child, like I was. I grew up in an old city in south-western Nigeria, in a family of thirteen. My family was comfortable financially, but this changed and got progressively worse as I got older.

    Because I was smart, and because I hung out at a school close to my house, I started school early. Most of my early memories are dominated by this —  school: of the awards I collected, the friends I made, the crushes I had. Which is ironic because I hate school now.

    I’ve never had a grand plan for life, so my thoughts for the future were shaped by older people with influence over my life. People like my literature teacher who believed I should study law because I was good in government and argued a lot. I was fascinated by his belief in me and followed this path until I failed to gain admission into the university on my first attempt. I settled for English and continued riding that wave and winging life from there.

    Growing up, the only big picture I saw for myself was that I wanted to be comfortable. I didn’t want to be trapped in the same struggle-driven lifestyles many people around me lived. I have never been able to work out how to reach that state and stay there, but I know it’s important that I do.

    I think about adulting in two phases — the point when my parents first regarded me as an adult, and the point when I started regarding myself as an adult. The day I got my first NYSC allowance and travelled back home from Taraba was the day my parents regarded me as an adult. I was 22 at the time and they stopped giving me handouts after. It’s not like they completely kicked me out of the nest and neglected me, but they never offered anything and I never asked. In fact, I started sending money home to my mother soon after. I felt weird the first time I sent money to my father because it was such an adult thing to do and I still felt like a 12-year-old at heart.

    For me, adulthood started when the post-NYSC struggle arrived. This was the point when I knew I needed to actually do something with my life but I still had no plan. I was still actively winging things which made things worse. It was the most confusing period in my life.

    I eventually moved to Lagos because there was a job waiting for me; well a low-paying internship. I don’t think I should need to explain why I chose it. The only other offer I had was from that literature teacher. He offered me a position teaching government.

    I hopped from a bus to sleeping on a distant stranger’s cold floor to another even more distant stranger’s couch. I was living the adult dream; I was an intern at a media firm at this point, making barely enough to just eat. Things got better, and I made great friends who were along for the ride.

    At the same time things started to settle, I lost my father. It sucked because he deserved to get more out of life. But the universe doesn’t concern itself with giving you your dues. That’s one of the things I’ve had to learn from becoming an adult. You get it or you don’t, you still die.

    Since I’ve been forced to grow up, the most obvious realisation that’s hit me is that you can’t live for just yourself. With my father gone now, I’ve taken up more responsibility for my mother and sister. People call it the black tax. It can sometimes be really stressful, but I don’t know how you can do it any different for the people you love.

    Most fundamentally, I think adulting has made me grow more cynical with everything you can think of, so I tend to dissociate a lot and it sometimes bothers me.

    There’s no grand plan to life. I might be saying this because I’m a heathen, but I don’t believe anyone sat down to map out anyone’s destiny. It’s a luxury to think they just jump from one stage to another as designed. Things happen to you, and you just wing it; or you’re deliberate about life, and it works out for you or it doesn’t. You’d expect most people to be envious or concerned but my cynicism will not allow me feel badly about my peers doing better than me.

    Only one thing could make me jealous. It’s that some of them live deliberately with plans that sometimes work almost as well as designed.

    I’ve been lucky at life and enjoyed certain privileges many would kill for, but I’ve also held the short end of the stick from time to time.

    When life deals you a hand or several hands, you wing it and hope you luck out. 

  • You’d think a struggle as common as finances would be easy to understand. It’s not. 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.


    The guy in this story lives for one purpose; making sure all is well at home. 

    Age: 29

    Occupation: Designer

    Net Income: ₦104,000/month

    When did the hustle start?

    My first teaching salary came during the 8 months ASUU strike in my final year. I spent the first four months waiting for ASUU to “call off the strike next week”. Then by the end of the fourth month, I just went looking for a job, and I found a teaching job.

    I got paid ₦10k per month to teach Maths, Further Maths, and Physics.  

    When did you start to learn to design proper?

    There was this moment of realisation that came in 400-level second semester. I had one more year in Uni and I knew I wasn’t going to graduate with a 2-1. So I started looking for how to complement my drawing skills.

    Interestingly, 2 years earlier, one of these organisations came to school saying they were going to teach us graphic design and all of that. Some of us were going to take a test, and those who passed would get a 50% scholarship.

    I passed, but that scholarship still meant I was going to pay 36k, but I couldn’t even afford that. So I fashied it.

    Back to 400-level again, I met this guy who already knew how to design. And one day he goes, “you sketch really well, you know you can colour that in Photoshop, right?”

    He taught me, free of charge.

     

    To be honest, I had already lost hope of becoming a graphic designer at some point. I mean, the oldest prayer I can remember from when I was in SS3 was how I want to make a living with my pencils. So I wanted to study Computer Science, you know, to see how it can aid my art. The school gave me Physics to study instead.

    So, this person teaching me made all the difference.

    Okay, back to making a living.

    Let’s not forget that I spent 7 years in school for a 5-year course because of ASUU. Okay, so the next time I earned after that teaching job was during NYSC. I dunno the 19,800 NYSC was paying other people, but I was collecting 19,600 sha. Bank charges and all that. There was one month that 19,500 entered sef.

    I served at a Parish House in a village, and the Reverend paid in cash and kind. Cash at ₦5,000 a month. Kind in loads of free food and chicken.

    30 days after NYSC in 2015, I got my first job as a designer. It was a perfect 26th birthday. Got a message on that Sunday–my birthday–telling me to resume on Monday. My first post-NYSC salary was 70k. I was on probation, so no tax, pension and all of that. But by the time I collected my 7th salary, the money go cut down.

    Ah, the taxes.

    Yep, all of that came in and I started to earn ₦63,800. Currently, my take-home is at ₦104k.

    Let’s break that money down.

    First of all, as the first born child of a not-financially-gallant family, I get to actually spend less than 50% on myself.

    What’s the current household income back home?

    40k monthly. 30k from my dad’s pension. 10k from my mum’s teaching job–she teaches at a primary school. Then my two sisters are currently serving. I guess we can count their own 19,800 at least.

    When did you start paying the ‘Black Tax’?

    See, immediately my first salary entered, most of it went straight to my family, and it wasn’t because of all that first salary ritual. My brother had just gained admission into University, and I had to collabo with my dad to pay his fees.

    Since then, it has been making sure no one stays sick for long or goes hungry.

    What’s the hardest part?

    It’s knowing that there’s always something waiting for the salary to come. It’s an endless loop, but that’s not all. Also hoping that nothing happens back at home that will now touch the sacred ₦45k that feeds me and transports me to and from work. On the tough months, I don’t even get to save up to ₦15k.

    What are some things that can go wrong?

    One time, I fell sick and it cost me ₦15k to get back on my feet. Another time, my dad called that his brother had been arrested. Apparently, my uncle ran into someone he was owing. In the bid to “get him to pay back”, a fight started and he hit his creditor. That cost me 30k, One day, my dad’s vehicle was impounded. The fine was ₦80k, I raised ₦50k.

    Have you ever reached a breaking point?

    There was a time I had ₦60k in my account. My brother called me like “ASUU has called off the strike o.” They’ve increased our school fees to ₦120k. Do you know how much he used to pay before the strike? ₦40k. It knocked me out. Took me three days to get my senses back. But I survived it sha. Borrowed here and there for the fees, and to survive that month.

    Do you ever enter “I can’t kill myself” mode?

    Ah yes, when I don’t find any solutions. But it never really fixes anything. It mostly turns into a fight between my dad and me.

    Another thing is, my dad has a drinking problem. I sent money home once, and my mum called me to say they’d run out of money for food. I went mad, because I know he spent part of that money drinking. It ended up in my dad and I shouting at each other, and my mum watching, helpless.

    You and your dad seem to have an interesting relationship.

    I used to hate him a lot, argh. He retired from the Army as a Corporal. I was a stubborn kid, and his methods felt too rigid. I thought he was a demon. Like, you put your leg in the wrong place, and you get a slap. There were no second chances with him. My mum, on the other hand, was kind and never hit us. That dynamic used to confuse me a lot.

    It’s weird, but I kind of appreciate my father now. Growing up in the barracks, I’m not sure I want to live like most of the people I grew up with. Something he said once that I can’t ever forget; “I can’t let my children grow up in the barracks. Barracks children don’t prosper.” So it’s like he thought the only way he could make sure of this was to beat the barracks out of our psyche.

    Mad.

    As soon as he came back from his peace-keeping mission Sierra Leone, 2002, he retired. He was 42 at the time. This was also about three months after that Ikeja Bomb Blast. So we moved out of the Barracks and he started working as a driver for a flour distribution company. His military pension was also coming in at the time, ₦27k. That money increased to ₦30k in 2013, and he’s been collecting 30 since then.

    What did your parents think about you wanting to become a designer?

    Once, my teacher beat me for tearing my books and using it to draw comics. My mum came to school the next day to fight the teacher. “For your life, no beat am again! Na you buy the book for am?” Special woman; born of a soldier, married to a soldier.

    It’s interesting, but they’ve always supported my talent and dream. At every stage.

    Let’s talk about now. How much do you feel like you should be earning?

    See, I shouldn’t be earning less than ₦200k. My workload is crazy. I know people earning twice my current income, who don’t have half my skillset. I tried speaking to my boss about a raise once, but he said I have to wait till it’s ‘increment season’ because the company has a salary structure.

    Okay, what will be great money for you right now?

    ₦300k. I’ve thought deeply about this and analysed it. With 300, I’ll marry, put my children through school and build a house in 10 years. It’s not like I have a shayo budget that will drain my money or anything. I really don’t live beyond work and going back home.

    Interesting.

    I’ll pull this off easy in Ibadan, which is where I know I’m going back to full time when this Lagos hustle is over.

    What’s something you want but can’t afford right now?

    An apartment. A better apartment. ₦400-450k will get me the apartment I need now, but I can’t afford it. I’d have said a car too, but even if I had a car and all I had to do was maintain it, I still won’t be able to afford it, not to talk of buying one.

    What type of apartment do you currently have?

    It’s a single room in the boys quarters of a compound of many single rooms–with about six families. It’s a pretty small room and my rent is about ₦36k a year. When I first came to Lagos and was going to get a place, I told myself that I needed one that won’t be difficult to pay from my ₦70k salary. So I got a room. It was a win for me.

     

    I have a bed, shoe rack, cloth hanger, shelf, table, and a cabinet. Then I share a bathroom with the compound. I don’t cook, so I don’t even need a kitchen.

     

    Let’s talk about saving.

    My saving is my emergency fund. I save for eventualities of all kinds, but to be honest, my brother’s school bills is what literally takes my savings. That’s why I lost my mind when the issue of my brother’s school fees came. It’s the major thing I constantly have to plan for the long term.

    It’s also why I can’t invest, even though I’d love to. If I had earned more, I’d definitely be investing. It’s the only way to immortalise money.

    Tell me something that’s currently on your mind?

    “When will you marry?” It has started ringing in my head. I have a plan too and in fact, I’m already famzing my girlfriend’s mum.

    You know – my ex-girlfriend – she’s married with a kid now, and it didn’t end because we didn’t like each other. But I couldn’t keep up – we were the same age. Our struggles were also at the same stage. Within one year after NYSC, she married. My current girlfriend is at a less advanced stage – she’s still in school. So I’m looking to marry within the next two years, she’ll be done by then. The babe makes me happy.

    Awwn. Let’s talk about happiness, generally now.

    To be honest, I think it’s a blessing to get to a point where I can actually come through for my family. My mum’s prayer is always “God bless the person that led you to the person who hired you.” When the twins got admission, there was no one to pay for their admission. That was when I got the teaching job to hustle. My brother won’t have even gone to Uni at all. It’s quite fulfilling, and I believe things will fall into place.

    Most of all, I have an interesting job and amazing colleagues.  

    But my salary? That one is just annoying.

    Click here to go straight MyCashEstate.

     

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