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zenburster:
Something a 40-day dry fast would have solved.

The fat would have melted off like butter on a hot flame

easier said than done

Hmmmmmm. Asari Dokubo should learn from this. Earth is wealth.

Nigeria will rice again.

This was when Nigeria was truly the giant of Africa. Not the Nigeria of today that has been destroyed by Tinubu and his fellow bandits.

EVERYONE THINKS I AM ENJOYING ABROAD, BUT NOBODY KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH EVERY DAY


I am 29 years old, a graduate of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. I studied hard because I wanted to build a better life for myself and, more importantly, give my parents a reason to smile after everything they sacrificed to raise me.

My parents are not wealthy people. My father spent most of his life working hard to provide for us, while my mother did everything she could to make sure we lacked the basic things we needed. There were times they had to deny themselves certain comforts just to pay my school fees and keep me in school. Even when things were difficult, they always reminded me that education could open doors that were not available to them.

After graduation, I searched for jobs in Nigeria. I submitted applications, attended interviews and waited for opportunities that seemed to take forever to come. Some companies never responded, while others offered salaries that could barely cover transportation and personal expenses. I was grateful for the opportunities I got, but deep down, I knew I wanted something more stable, something that would allow me to support my parents and gradually change our family’s situation.

That was when the opportunity to travel to Germany came up.

At first, it was just an idea I discussed with my parents. I had heard stories about people who travelled abroad, secured good jobs and were able to support their families back home. I imagined that if I could get to Germany, my education would count for something, I would find a decent job, save money and finally give my parents the comfortable life they had worked so hard to provide for me.

I knew moving abroad would not be easy, but I honestly believed that once I arrived, I would gradually settle down and begin to see the results of my efforts.

The decision came with a heavy price. My parents had to sell a piece of property they had held onto for years, alongside using part of their savings, to help me make the journey and settle in. It was not a small sacrifice, and I knew how much that property meant to them. Still, they encouraged me, telling me not to be afraid and reminding me that they believed in me.

The day I travelled, my mother cried as she hugged me. My father tried to remain strong, but I could see the worry in his eyes. Before I left, he told me, “My daughter, we may not have much to give you, but we have done everything we can. Go there, work hard and build the life you deserve.”

Those words stayed with me throughout the journey.

When I arrived in Germany, everything felt different. The weather, the language, the people, the system and even the way daily life was organised were things I had to learn from the beginning. I was excited because I had finally reached the country I believed would give me a fresh start, but I soon realised that arriving in Germany and building a life there were two completely different things.

I thought having a university degree would make it easier to secure a good job, but I discovered that getting a job related to my qualification was not as straightforward as I had imagined. There were requirements to meet, language barriers to overcome and other things I needed to understand before I could properly establish myself. Some opportunities required experience or qualifications I did not yet have, while others were simply beyond my reach at the time.

I could not afford to sit at home waiting for my dream job, so I started taking whatever work I could find to keep myself going. The work was not always easy, and there were days I returned home so tired that I barely had the strength to prepare a proper meal. Still, I kept telling myself that it was only a phase and that things would eventually improve.

But living expenses do not wait for anyone to find their feet.

Every month, I have to think about rent, transportation, food, insurance, taxes and other bills. Once the money comes in, different expenses are already waiting for it. Sometimes, after calculating everything, I wonder how people manage to save enough to build the future they came here to create.

The hardest part is that my family back home believes I am doing well.

Whenever I speak with my parents, they ask about my job, my wellbeing and how life is treating me. I always tell them I am fine because I do not want them to worry. They sacrificed so much to send me here, and I cannot bear the thought of telling them that, despite all their efforts, I am still struggling to find the stability we all hoped for.

There are days I reduce what I eat or even go hungry so I can put a little money aside and send something home. It may not be much, but whenever I send money to my parents, I feel relieved knowing that they can use it for something they need. They believe things are gradually working out for me, and I have allowed them to continue believing that because I do not want them to feel that their sacrifice was in vain.

Sometimes, when my mother tells me how proud she is of me and how she tells people that her daughter is in Germany, I struggle to find the right words. I want to tell her everything, but I end up smiling over the phone and changing the subject.

I know my parents did not send me abroad expecting me to become rich overnight. They only wanted me to have better opportunities than they had. But because they gave up so much to make this journey possible, I have put pressure on myself to succeed. I feel as though I must prove that selling their property and using their savings to send me here was worth it.

Recently, I have started asking myself a question I never thought I would ask: what if I return to Nigeria?

The thought comes whenever I am exhausted, whenever I calculate my expenses and realise how little I have left, or whenever I look at how much time has passed without reaching the level I expected to reach by now.

Part of me wants to keep pushing because I know that building a life in a new country takes time. I also know that returning home without achieving what I came for may leave me with regrets. I keep wondering whether I am simply going through a difficult stage that I need to survive or whether I am holding on to an expectation that is slowly draining me.

Another part of me wants to go home, rest, be around my family and start again from somewhere familiar. But then I remember the property my parents sold, the sacrifices they made and the hope in their eyes when I left. I worry about how they will feel if I tell them that I am considering coming back.

I am not ashamed of honest work, and I do not believe that returning home makes anyone a failure. What hurts is the feeling that I have tried so hard, yet I am still struggling to build the kind of life I imagined when I left Nigeria.

I want to make my parents proud, not just with words or occasional money sent home, but by reaching a point where they can relax and enjoy the fruits of their labour while they are still alive. I want to look back one day and feel that all their sacrifices led to something meaningful.

But I am beginning to understand that I cannot keep pretending that everything is fine when I am struggling privately.

At this point, I honestly need advice from people who may have experienced something similar. Should I give myself more time in Germany, continue working and finding ways to improve my chances of getting a better job, or should I consider returning to Nigeria and rebuilding my life from home?

I do not want to make a decision out of exhaustion, but I also do not want to keep suffering in silence simply because I am afraid of disappointing the people who believe in me.

PLEASE, WHAT WOULD YOU ADVISE ME TO DO?

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seunmsg:
Eeyah, I come dey pity this old hag called Onaiyekan. The political power and influence he has been seeking since he was young, God in his infinite mercies gave freely to Father Alia. The Benue governor will win his reelection easily to the consternation of detractors like Onaiyekan. All this pull him down effort will not work.

God, did you create this one too in your own image?

This club is finished. My former secondary school football team would beat this present squad of Manchester united. What an eyesore.

Cristiano Ronaldo my idle

I thought they said one could survive on one kidney? Why the sickness? Doctor Mynd44 please answer my question?

I have no RIP to waste

The guy dey vex because he know the truth. Him prick no too dey rice up.

Is Bola not his name? Reno should go and sidon jo. Bloody ass licker

georgeakins:
E pain you?
E go pain you die!

Second class citizens

Second class citizens

Sex is overrated
Not enough original content
Please take a moment to write a quality post with at least 20 characters.
This will make the forum more interesting for everyone.

Their meat too sweet, especially that of tiger. Take any of them cook egusi soup and arrange am chop pounded yam, you go thank me later.

Second class citizen

Belle no even fit the girl.

Islam, Mohammed tufiakwa

Can i wear it to a burial ceremony?

No, fry it and use am drink gari ijebu

It is given out free over here.

LagbajaTheBEREAN:
What's the way forward for victims of breast cancer?

men should always help them to suck it out

lamentor78:
Look at these idiots, why not compare us with our fellow Africans first. A develop first world country like Germany is what you are comparing 4th world like Nigeria.

Give this same idiot crying a political office and check him in one year, he would have bought several houses and planning to get a private jet.

Is easy to criticize people in government but ask yourself are those in government aliens or Nigerians.

Hausa, fulani , Yoruba , Ijaw , Kanuri ,ibo, Christian, Muslims have rule Nigeria....what has changed.

The mentality of an African man is to oppress his fellow African

God did you create this one too in your own image?

Zonefree:
That's the only thing they know...SEX
Ask her to define Photosynthesis and see how she'll disgrace her community.
Unproductive gender!

photosynthesis is the name of a person, animal, place or thing.

Peter Obi is a joker. You warned nothing man

Too much of everything is bad. She don over count books, now work is afraid of her.

Gotocourt:
Lima was the one that made SOS on deteriorating health condition of her father.

na so una dey fail exams. Na wetin dem ask you? Wetin you dey answer? No wonder you wrote your GCE four times.

Na who still dey watch dis useless boys in Nigeria?

Okolo2122:
I knew this will happen. Anyways let us see if Tinubu will loose 2027 election

my own is, who killed Mohbad?