₦airaland Forum

MrSly:
I don't know why you are hanging on somebody's else's rope. You want to give details of people who are totally strangers to you to someone who is their friend. Madness indeed has many colours.

We are at different stages and experiences of life. At your stage of life, this is how you understand it and that's okay. Some people see it as banter and not too deep, that's okay as well. I don't need to force you to accept my interpretation, your understanding is well acknowledged and respected.

Calling a stranger's opinion mad, isn't that maddening to you

BigDawsNet:
16-17m is just part of your deposit and visa expenses + flight... whe u land in the UK... u still ha debt of abt 10m to complete if you wanna graduate

Are you saying this for BSc, MSc, or PhD program?

Anything to reduce the population of Nigeria is welcomed.

43Ronin:
It's already too late to japa. Western countries have shut their door. You should have left when others were doing so from 2021 to 2023. Now there are no jobs anywhere abraod. Immigrants are now seen as d unemployment problem. Dey ur dey oo or you go clean nyash/wash plate/do security tire for abroad

lies I guess you were the gateman that shuts thier doors.

You are not alone, hoping and believing things can still get better.
If going will give you peace then ahead ahead.
We still mount here for now hoping not to encounter the straw that broke the camel's back.

Beekeeper1:
The food, the culture, the vibe—there’s just nothing like it.

How did you come to this conclusion?

You denied yourself the promotion not Nigeria. You had some days to iron your clothes and fuel your but you waited until the very last minute. Just blame yourself not Nigeria.

SoaringLife01:
Abeg make we hear word. Shuo! Japa this japa this.
OP, you didn't plan ahead. You know you work with an organization that don't have a back-up power supply and you couldn't have Plan B of providing your own source of power.E don be e don be.
BTW, this can't happen in IOCs office in Nigeria.There is 247 power supply during work hours.
No matter the Japaism fever ongoing, there are people in Nigeria making cool money legitimately and living their quiet life as well.

Let's make Nigeria to be great again.
Do the right thing in your niche.And keep demanding accountability from political leaders.
God bless Nigeria!

making cool money and spending all on feeding or fuel. Or making cool money and using it to pay ransom. My friend keep quiet. No reasonable person with money will continue to remain in Nigeria. That's why all your celebrities and politicians are ruling you from abroad. But you're here fooling yourself

Beekeeper1:
I’ve always been that person who says, “Naija till I die!” I grew up here, spent my whole life here, and I love this place like it’s part of my DNA. The food, the culture, the vibe—there’s just nothing like it. Even when my friends left for “greener pastures,” I was here, holding down the fort. “Who will remain to fix Naija if we all run away?” I’d joke.

But last month, my patriotism met its match.

It all started on a Monday morning—the kind that already feels like it’s out to get you before it even begins. I had a big presentation that day, one that could finally lead to a promotion. I got up extra early, suit pressed, slides perfected, and was out the door, determined to make a great impression.

Then NEPA happened. Halfway through my morning routine, the lights went out. No electricity. “No wahala,” I thought, scrambling to find my power bank for my phone and a flashlight to finish getting ready. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like no power stop me, right?

As I headed out, I noticed the fuel gauge blinking “empty.” Just my luck. I made a quick detour to the petrol station, only to be greeted by a line that looked like half of Lagos was there. An hour later, I was still in that line, watching the time tick by as my promotion dreams started slipping out of reach. But I finally got fuel, threw a thank you to the attendant, and sped off, hoping to make up for lost time.

And then I hit the traffic. Not today, please, I thought, gripping the steering wheel, whispering every “I cast and bind” prayer I knew. But Lagos traffic doesn’t answer prayers—it just swallows time, no matter how hard you beg.

I was almost at the office when I got stopped. You guessed it—police checkpoint. The officer took his sweet time inspecting my documents, dropping hints about “something for the weekend,” and I watched the last precious minutes melt away. By the time he finally waved me off, I’d missed my meeting.

When I finally got to the office, my boss didn’t even let me explain. She just gave me the look, that one that says, You had one job. I knew then that any hope for that promotion was gone.

That was it. I was drained, frustrated, and completely over it. It was like the universe was telling me, “Oga, it’s time to go.”

I don’t want to leave Naija; I really don’t. But sometimes, loving this place feels like being in a relationship with someone who just can’t get it together. You see the potential, the charm, the good heart underneath, but there’s always something—always some last-minute obstacle, some hidden clause that makes it so hard.

So yeah, I have a ‘japa’ plan now. I still love this place, and I always will. But maybe I need to love it from afar, with a little less “NEPA wahala” and a bit more stability. It’s a bittersweet plan, but hey, maybe one day I’ll come back, and Nigeria will be ready to meet me halfway.

Until then, my ‘japa’ plan is officially on standby. Because as much as I love this place, sometimes love just isn’t enough.

Can you just imagine.

Each one or those crazy things that made him miss the appointment is not even an issue here.

1. I have been in this country for years and not once have I seen electricity going off.

2. Transportation is top notch and all you need do is key in where you are going and you are 200% certain you will get there at the exact time that is shown.

3. Petrol is sold for just 1.60£ which is just 10% of one hour wage. And you don't even need to queue.

I can go on and on..

See guys, YES people work hard abroad and ofcourse we work hard in our native country too... No place is easy.

But the serenity that comes with an organised country is bliss.

Let me stop here.

You are not going anywhere. I suggest that FG seize every Nigerian's passport and stop the issue of new passports. We gat build our country together. We die here together.

BigDawsNet:
An average man or woman coming to abroad is not coming to take an office job nah...

Normal normal why u no go wash plate for abroad? Dey play...

We self wash plate
Do security
Do general cleaning
Of load for wearhouse before paper later drop...

Abeg if they hav the chance make anybody no dull oh

Yes d western countries has closed some door but little bit is still open for people to sneak in

leave the iiodit he thinks it's Nigeria where security men earn 20k that cant feed them and be kissing feet of oga that he can give birth to.

In western world you can even earn more than your boss if you bring more value. Everyone earnings is almost the same gateman or boss.
It's not uncommon to see gateman 3k dollars, boss 4k.

Sapasenator:
You are not going anywhere. I suggest that FG seize every Nigerian's passport and stop the issue of new passports. We gat build our country together. We die here together.

come back first

Beekeeper1:
I’ve always been that person who says, “Naija till I die!” I grew up here, spent my whole life here, and I love this place like it’s part of my DNA. The food, the culture, the vibe—there’s just nothing like it. Even when my friends left for “greener pastures,” I was here, holding down the fort. “Who will remain to fix Naija if we all run away?” I’d joke.

But last month, my patriotism met its match.

It all started on a Monday morning—the kind that already feels like it’s out to get you before it even begins. I had a big presentation that day, one that could finally lead to a promotion. I got up extra early, suit pressed, slides perfected, and was out the door, determined to make a great impression.

Then NEPA happened. Halfway through my morning routine, the lights went out. No electricity. “No wahala,” I thought, scrambling to find my power bank for my phone and a flashlight to finish getting ready. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like no power stop me, right?

As I headed out, I noticed the fuel gauge blinking “empty.” Just my luck. I made a quick detour to the petrol station, only to be greeted by a line that looked like half of Lagos was there. An hour later, I was still in that line, watching the time tick by as my promotion dreams started slipping out of reach. But I finally got fuel, threw a thank you to the attendant, and sped off, hoping to make up for lost time.

And then I hit the traffic. Not today, please, I thought, gripping the steering wheel, whispering every “I cast and bind” prayer I knew. But Lagos traffic doesn’t answer prayers—it just swallows time, no matter how hard you beg.

I was almost at the office when I got stopped. You guessed it—police checkpoint. The officer took his sweet time inspecting my documents, dropping hints about “something for the weekend,” and I watched the last precious minutes melt away. By the time he finally waved me off, I’d missed my meeting.

When I finally got to the office, my boss didn’t even let me explain. She just gave me the look, that one that says, You had one job. I knew then that any hope for that promotion was gone.

That was it. I was drained, frustrated, and completely over it. It was like the universe was telling me, “Oga, it’s time to go.”

I don’t want to leave Naija; I really don’t. But sometimes, loving this place feels like being in a relationship with someone who just can’t get it together. You see the potential, the charm, the good heart underneath, but there’s always something—always some last-minute obstacle, some hidden clause that makes it so hard.

So yeah, I have a ‘japa’ plan now. I still love this place, and I always will. But maybe I need to love it from afar, with a little less “NEPA wahala” and a bit more stability. It’s a bittersweet plan, but hey, maybe one day I’ll come back, and Nigeria will be ready to meet me halfway.

Until then, my ‘japa’ plan is officially on standby. Because as much as I love this place, sometimes love just isn’t enough.

You've got to leave Nigeria if you intend to achieve your full potential i.e. without stealing from other people or making them your slave(s)

No one who is scrupulously honest and law-abiding can create a decent future in this demonic society

abbey621:
Even if you japa, you would still experience things based on your inability to plan ahead or plan for the known and unknown variables. In Atlanta, if you don't leave for work before 6:30am or after 10am, you are bound to encounter delays, if you drive during rainy season or winter, you're bound to be delayed by car wrecks. Depending on the type of vehicle you drive and the neighborhood, police go dey stop you on the regular especially if you're the type that forgets to buckle up or you love speeding

Depending on where you live in the USA, you're bound to experience hurricane or tornadoes causing electricity outage for a week or longer, you can be homeless in a blink of en eye if disaster strikes.

Depending on the city you live, you might be battling with gunshots and mad people, oh let's not forget you that love driving your vehicle on almost empty, e sure die you go need your fuel tpump replaced or fuel line flushed, no road side mechanic like 9ja wey go charge you cheap labor o, for here it could cost you anywhere from $1000 (1.7 milla).

Now now, you might be thinking haba shebi na to get abroad and gbam high income jobs dey await me for backyard........Not so fast Simba .

The probability of you getting an office job with a good pay within your first 3 years is less than 10% without connections. What is more likely is that you'll end up doing more blue collar jobs to make ends meet while you live with a rommate or a one bed apartment, you'll work your job or jobs just to be able to pay bills and forget savings o, na survival mode you go dey especially for UK, if you be woman you go find sympathy but if you be man even dogs go dey bark you until you make am!

Finally, yes 9ja is a terrible place and japa is a MUST for those who can see the writing on the wall but thread softly, not all japas are created equal. Arm yourself with as much information and resources as possible, know the laws and the place you want to japa, set realistic expectations and be prepared to work three times as hard as you're currently.....MAY THE ODDS FAVOR YOU!

sharap, you said hurricane, and bad weather. Am But in Nigeria 16 states no light for 9 days. No hurricane , no rain just like that. Now explain that?
And mind in the Us there is usually compensation for disaster from govt and insurance . But in Nigeria anything that happens to you you're on your own.?

And to even think it's very easy to get a gun in the US?

Loving our country Nigeria from abroad is very sweet. With the growing Nigerian communities in most of the developed world, it's almost a win-win situation if you are so into Nigeria. It's a global village, and many places abroad are better organized home away from home .

This is Me right now.

Mrwhite09:
come back first

I am on my way, will buy the first ticket tomorrow morning. I love Nigeria too much.

Get out of Naija now if you have the means. Don't say you were not warned o.

abbey621:
Even if you japa, you would still experience things based on your inability to plan ahead or plan for the known and unknown variables. In Atlanta, if you don't leave for work before 6:30am or after 10am, you are bound to encounter delays, if you drive during rainy season or winter, you're bound to be delayed by car wrecks. Depending on the type of vehicle you drive and the neighborhood, police go dey stop you on the regular especially if you're the type that forgets to buckle up or you love speeding

Depending on where you live in the USA, you're bound to experience hurricane or tornadoes causing electricity outage for a week or longer, you can be homeless in a blink of en eye if disaster strikes.

Depending on the city you live, you might be battling with gunshots and mad people, oh let's not forget you that love driving your vehicle on almost empty, e sure die you go need your fuel tpump replaced or fuel line flushed, no road side mechanic like 9ja wey go charge you cheap labor o, for here it could cost you anywhere from $1000 (1.7 milla).

Now now, you might be thinking haba shebi na to get abroad and gbam high income jobs dey await me for backyard........Not so fast Simba .

The probability of you getting an office job with a good pay within your first 3 years is less than 10% without connections. What is more likely is that you'll end up doing more blue collar jobs to make ends meet while you live with a rommate or a one bed apartment, you'll work your job or jobs just to be able to pay bills and forget savings o, na survival mode you go dey especially for UK, if you be woman you go find sympathy but if you be man even dogs go dey bark you until you make am!

Finally, yes 9ja is a terrible place and japa is a MUST for those who can see the writing on the wall but thread softly, not all japas are created equal. Arm yourself with as much information and resources as possible, know the laws and the place you want to japa, set realistic expectations and be prepared to work three times as hard as you're currently.....MAY THE ODDS FAVOR YOU!

lies, you can hire a professional mechanic for less than $250 not $1000. Which is way cheaper compared to Nigeria. Any one who listens to people like you is a fool while you're chilling in the US

Dey there dey say Nigeria till forever until all Ur mates buy benz finish

Sapasenator:
You are not going anywhere. I suggest that FG seize every Nigerian's passport and stop the issue of new passports. We gat build our country together. We die here together.

in other words trap people in the hellfire you created until the doom day come. While the same fg is ruling Nigeria from abroad.

Such a perfect backward thinking. You deserve an accolade for that

princemaths:
lies, you can hire a professional mechanic for less than $250 not $1000. Which is way cheaper compared to Nigeria. Any one who listens to people like you is a fool while you're chilling in the US

Fuel pump replacement for $250? Na juju you wan use? Read bro, calm down and read what I wrote slowly!

princemaths:
sharap, you said hurricane, and bad weather. Am But in Nigeria 16 states no light for 9 days. No hurricane , no rain just like that. Now explain that?
And mind in the Us there is usually compensation for disaster from govt and insurance . But in Nigeria anything that happens to you you're on your own.?

And to even think it's very easy to get a gun in the US?

Get help bro......HEAL!

ttoyetade:
But that is the philosophy of Tinubu that is ruling us. "Iwo a ri tie se lasiko temi" (You will succeed during my regime) . His regime is for individual to be successful not the whole country. Individualism and selfish approach which has always been our problem. We are not concerned about what happened to our schools, roads, health system, our youth etc

You can see why we're where we are.

Caseless:
I've always said it; the easiest way you can have peace and keep your blood pressure in checks is to give up on Nigeria. If Nigeria gets better having given up on her, It's better. But hoping on her while you don't see sign of Nigeria getting better, that's where the danger lies to you and your health.


What goes bad yesterday is different from what will go bad tomorrow - It's from one thing going bad to another every minute.

We don't have the national resolve to do the right thing; it's always about the individual interest or personal gains. No national value.

Everyone want to get into the system to get their own share and leave every other person to suffer.

Look at the power situation that led to you missing promotional exam. It's an every day thing. Then grid collapsed and everywhere went dark.

They said there's an attack on transmission lines and 16 states in the north are without electricity for the past 9 days, we have not addressed that issue. We don't have any alternative to fall back on when situation goes out of plans. If we can't manage this kind of man-made situation, what do you think would be the situation if nature had put us in any space prone to earthquakes or natural disaster.

We're not prepared for anything, not even a pandemic. We're only ready to ready to steal and destroy.
It's a sad situation. As a Nigerian, I feel like a man whose only child is not doing well in life. It's constant sadness.

We're a confused nation.

I had goosebumps reading this especially the bolded. Its heartbreaking. We've been so unlucky to have wicked, useless, harebrained, sadistic, messianic, retrogressive, foul mouthed, cynical and utterly self-seeking leaders who are fourth class in the cranial realm.

It's sickening.

abbey621:
Get help bro......HEAL!

yes I need healing from dullard like you collecting 20k to spread lies. I really need healing.

tunjijones:
I am not asking you not to japa o or not to have a japa plan. I don't like the country either and I don't see the country getting better anytime soon.

But if you are a serious person and if you really need the promotion as much as you typed it here, you wld have looked for aboki to buy black market from. Those aboki guys are always around all filling stations, especially when there are long queues. You are not a serious person if you get to any part of the world things will still not work for you if you are not smart.

Staying on the long queue while the clock ticks away wasn't a smart move. Except this your story na big lie.....

Plus there's bolt. Why not look for a hotel or premises, park your car and take bolt. It was just one day. He could have left an hour or two earlier too.

Nigeria is not smiling rn, but we need to be a step or two ahead.

abbey621:
Fuel pump replacement for $250? Na juju you wan use? Read bro, calm down and read what I wrote slowly!

yes Mr liar, you too should read what I wrote. A pro mechanic can never cost up to $1000 just to fix fuel pump.

43Ronin:
It's already too late to japa. Western countries have shut their door. You should have left when others were doing so from 2021 to 2023. Now there are no jobs anywhere abraod. Immigrants are now seen as d unemployment problem. Dey ur dey oo or you go clean nyash/wash plate/do security tire for abroad

it appears so

Hemanwel:
Before now, people saved money to japa. Later, people started selling landed property plus savings to japa. Now, people sell land, house plus their savings to japa with their family.

Very soon, selling one house will not be enough for you to japa (especially with your family).

In fact, in the nearest future, selling all your property wouldn't take you anywhere in the name of japa. Japa would then become exclusively for the elites/politicians. By then, we (the commoners) would all be trapped in the country, with no hope of seeking greener pastures.

now this is scary

Beekeeper1:
I’ve always been that person who says, “Naija till I die!” I grew up here, spent my whole life here, and I love this place like it’s part of my DNA. The food, the culture, the vibe—there’s just nothing like it. Even when my friends left for “greener pastures,” I was here, holding down the fort. “Who will remain to fix Naija if we all run away?” I’d joke.

But last month, my patriotism met its match.

It all started on a Monday morning—the kind that already feels like it’s out to get you before it even begins. I had a big presentation that day, one that could finally lead to a promotion. I got up extra early, suit pressed, slides perfected, and was out the door, determined to make a great impression.

Then NEPA happened. Halfway through my morning routine, the lights went out. No electricity. “No wahala,” I thought, scrambling to find my power bank for my phone and a flashlight to finish getting ready. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like no power stop me, right?

As I headed out, I noticed the fuel gauge blinking “empty.” Just my luck. I made a quick detour to the petrol station, only to be greeted by a line that looked like half of Lagos was there. An hour later, I was still in that line, watching the time tick by as my promotion dreams started slipping out of reach. But I finally got fuel, threw a thank you to the attendant, and sped off, hoping to make up for lost time.

And then I hit the traffic. Not today, please, I thought, gripping the steering wheel, whispering every “I cast and bind” prayer I knew. But Lagos traffic doesn’t answer prayers—it just swallows time, no matter how hard you beg.

I was almost at the office when I got stopped. You guessed it—police checkpoint. The officer took his sweet time inspecting my documents, dropping hints about “something for the weekend,” and I watched the last precious minutes melt away. By the time he finally waved me off, I’d missed my meeting.

When I finally got to the office, my boss didn’t even let me explain. She just gave me the look, that one that says, You had one job. I knew then that any hope for that promotion was gone.

That was it. I was drained, frustrated, and completely over it. It was like the universe was telling me, “Oga, it’s time to go.”

I don’t want to leave Naija; I really don’t. But sometimes, loving this place feels like being in a relationship with someone who just can’t get it together. You see the potential, the charm, the good heart underneath, but there’s always something—always some last-minute obstacle, some hidden clause that makes it so hard.

So yeah, I have a ‘japa’ plan now. I still love this place, and I always will. But maybe I need to love it from afar, with a little less “NEPA wahala” and a bit more stability. It’s a bittersweet plan, but hey, maybe one day I’ll come back, and Nigeria will be ready to meet me halfway.

Until then, my ‘japa’ plan is officially on standby. Because as much as I love this place, sometimes love just isn’t enough.

my brother, leave!!!

Beekeeper1:
I’ve always been that person who says, “Naija till I die!” I grew up here, spent my whole life here, and I love this place like it’s part of my DNA. The food, the culture, the vibe—there’s just nothing like it. Even when my friends left for “greener pastures,” I was here, holding down the fort. “Who will remain to fix Naija if we all run away?” I’d joke.

But last month, my patriotism met its match.

It all started on a Monday morning—the kind that already feels like it’s out to get you before it even begins. I had a big presentation that day, one that could finally lead to a promotion. I got up extra early, suit pressed, slides perfected, and was out the door, determined to make a great impression.

Then NEPA happened. Halfway through my morning routine, the lights went out. No electricity. “No wahala,” I thought, scrambling to find my power bank for my phone and a flashlight to finish getting ready. I wasn’t going to let a little thing like no power stop me, right?

As I headed out, I noticed the fuel gauge blinking “empty.” Just my luck. I made a quick detour to the petrol station, only to be greeted by a line that looked like half of Lagos was there. An hour later, I was still in that line, watching the time tick by as my promotion dreams started slipping out of reach. But I finally got fuel, threw a thank you to the attendant, and sped off, hoping to make up for lost time.

And then I hit the traffic. Not today, please, I thought, gripping the steering wheel, whispering every “I cast and bind” prayer I knew. But Lagos traffic doesn’t answer prayers—it just swallows time, no matter how hard you beg.

I was almost at the office when I got stopped. You guessed it—police checkpoint. The officer took his sweet time inspecting my documents, dropping hints about “something for the weekend,” and I watched the last precious minutes melt away. By the time he finally waved me off, I’d missed my meeting.

When I finally got to the office, my boss didn’t even let me explain. She just gave me the look, that one that says, You had one job. I knew then that any hope for that promotion was gone.

That was it. I was drained, frustrated, and completely over it. It was like the universe was telling me, “Oga, it’s time to go.”

I don’t want to leave Naija; I really don’t. But sometimes, loving this place feels like being in a relationship with someone who just can’t get it together. You see the potential, the charm, the good heart underneath, but there’s always something—always some last-minute obstacle, some hidden clause that makes it so hard.

So yeah, I have a ‘japa’ plan now. I still love this place, and I always will. But maybe I need to love it from afar, with a little less “NEPA wahala” and a bit more stability. It’s a bittersweet plan, but hey, maybe one day I’ll come back, and Nigeria will be ready to meet me halfway.

Until then, my ‘japa’ plan is officially on standby. Because as much as I love this place, sometimes love just isn’t enough.

The BEST & MOST VALUABLE LESSONS in life are always learned the HARDEST way.

Nigerians are generally slow and pathetic beings.

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