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WantsandMore:
Pretty sure Nigerians equate successful with having money otherwise they don't think the success is worth it 😕

Oracleee:
Peter comes to mind.


Early 2000s. We were kids close childhood friends. Our mums worked at the same place. We spent alternating weekends in each other’s houses. Him and his brothers would stay with us, we’d stay with them. We attended the same primary school. It was that kind of bond family-level closeness.
Then his mum got the opportunity to relocate to greater London. This was even before the whole japa wave became a thing. While she was sorting herself out, they stayed with us. Eventually she came back for her husband and kids, and off to London they went.
We lost contact for about a year.
One day, my mum said, “You people want to speak with the Babatopes?” We were excited me and my siblings. Childhood friends reconnecting after relocation? Sweet moment, right?
Wrong.
Peter and his siblings denied knowing us.
Flat out.
Asking “Who is this?” When I tried explaining, he acted like he had no idea who I was. My mum was shocked. I was a boy almost entering my teenage years, and my supposed best friend more like a brother that I already used to brag to my friends around erased me like I never existed.







That day stayed with me.
Fast forward about 15 years later. He wanted to come to Nigeria for something and needed help with security and accommodation. He reached out through my mum.
At that time, I was in the UK on course at Sandhurst.
I took my pound of flesh.
I feigned complete ignorance. Said I wasn’t even in the country. His mum called, acting surprised that I didn’t “know” them. The irony was loud.
Eventually I returned to Nigeria after my program. He was still around and tried reaching out to meet up. But that childhood hurt stuck with me. I cut ties completely.
Maybe people change. Maybe kids do silly things. But one thing I know is this if he had met me in a place where I wasn’t doing well, I doubt he would’ve wanted to reconnect.
Some people remember you only when you’re useful or successful.
I don’t hate him. I just believe in energy matching energy.

Oracleee:
Peter comes to mind.


Early 2000s. We were kids close childhood friends. Our mums worked at the same place. We spent alternating weekends in each other’s houses. Him and his brothers would stay with us, we’d stay with them. We attended the same primary school. It was that kind of bond family-level closeness.
Then his mum got the opportunity to relocate to greater London. This was even before the whole japa wave became a thing. While she was sorting herself out, they stayed with us. Eventually she came back for her husband and kids, and off to London they went.
We lost contact for about a year.
One day, my mum said, “You people want to speak with the Babatopes?” We were excited me and my siblings. Childhood friends reconnecting after relocation? Sweet moment, right?
Wrong.
Peter and his siblings denied knowing us.
Flat out.
Asking “Who is this?” When I tried explaining, he acted like he had no idea who I was. My mum was shocked. I was a boy almost entering my teenage years, and my supposed best friend more like a brother that I already used to brag to my friends around erased me like I never existed.







That day stayed with me.
Fast forward about 15 years later. He wanted to come to Nigeria for something and needed help with security and accommodation. He reached out through my mum.
At that time, I was in the UK on course at Sandhurst.
I took my pound of flesh.
I feigned complete ignorance. Said I wasn’t even in the country. His mum called, acting surprised that I didn’t “know” them. The irony was loud.
Eventually I returned to Nigeria after my program. He was still around and tried reaching out to meet up. But that childhood hurt stuck with me. I cut ties completely.
Maybe people change. Maybe kids do silly things. But one thing I know is this if he had met me in a place where I wasn’t doing well, I doubt he would’ve wanted to reconnect.
Some people remember you only when you’re useful or successful.
I don’t hate him. I just believe in energy matching energy.

Oracleee:
Peter comes to mind.


Early 2000s. We were kids close childhood friends. Our mums worked at the same place. We spent alternating weekends in each other’s houses. Him and his brothers would stay with us, we’d stay with them. We attended the same primary school. It was that kind of bond family-level closeness.
Then his mum got the opportunity to relocate to greater London. This was even before the whole japa wave became a thing. While she was sorting herself out, they stayed with us. Eventually she came back for her husband and kids, and off to London they went.
We lost contact for about a year.
One day, my mum said, “You people want to speak with the Babatopes?” We were excited me and my siblings. Childhood friends reconnecting after relocation? Sweet moment, right?
Wrong.
Peter and his siblings denied knowing us.
Flat out.
Asking “Who is this?” When I tried explaining, he acted like he had no idea who I was. My mum was shocked. I was a boy almost entering my teenage years, and my supposed best friend more like a brother that I already used to brag to my friends around erased me like I never existed.







That day stayed with me.
Fast forward about 15 years later. He wanted to come to Nigeria for something and needed help with security and accommodation. He reached out through my mum.
At that time, I was in the UK on course at Sandhurst.
I took my pound of flesh.
I feigned complete ignorance. Said I wasn’t even in the country. His mum called, acting surprised that I didn’t “know” them. The irony was loud.
Eventually I returned to Nigeria after my program. He was still around and tried reaching out to meet up. But that childhood hurt stuck with me. I cut ties completely.
Maybe people change. Maybe kids do silly things. But one thing I know is this if he had met me in a place where I wasn’t doing well, I doubt he would’ve wanted to reconnect.
Some people remember you only when you’re useful or successful.
I don’t hate him. I just believe in energy matching energy.

sheeda995:
Lol, but he was very young to be honest, I don't think that counts. You should tell him what happened and forgive each other. He was also a child and most people abroad weren't doing well. Most teenagers abroad has lots of problems when they arrive and some often go psychotic. I think you should tell him and forgive him

Hhh4444:
I believe this your story die. Human being dey very unpredictable

Sirchiboy:
I dont know the right section to post this.but has your childhood best friend ever abondoned you when he/she grows up or becomes wealthy?how do you feel? Please share your stories am coming back to share mine thanks

OlaOfLagos:
Why should you be bothered if someone is doing better than you? Na una dey put una sef for depression and unnecessary competition. If someone is doing better than you, you’re also doing better than someone else.

kullozone:
Someone will just ask simple question for engagement, people go just begin para anyhow. Before we'd read interesting past stories and how things turned out... Now everybody don turn to life expert, forming hard and giving unsolicited advice

Oracleee:
Peter comes to mind.


Early 2000s. We were kids close childhood friends. Our mums worked at the same place. We spent alternating weekends in each other’s houses. Him and his brothers would stay with us, we’d stay with them. We attended the same primary school. It was that kind of bond family-level closeness.
Then his mum got the opportunity to relocate to greater London. This was even before the whole japa wave became a thing. While she was sorting herself out, they stayed with us. Eventually she came back for her husband and kids, and off to London they went.
We lost contact for about a year.
One day, my mum said, “You people want to speak with the Babatopes?” We were excited me and my siblings. Childhood friends reconnecting after relocation? Sweet moment, right?
Wrong.
Peter and his siblings denied knowing us.
Flat out.
Asking “Who is this?” When I tried explaining, he acted like he had no idea who I was. My mum was shocked. I was a boy almost entering my teenage years, and my supposed best friend more like a brother that I already used to brag to my friends around erased me like I never existed.







That day stayed with me.
Fast forward about 15 years later. He wanted to come to Nigeria for something and needed help with security and accommodation. He reached out through my mum.
At that time, I was in the UK on course at Sandhurst.
I took my pound of flesh.
I feigned complete ignorance. Said I wasn’t even in the country. His mum called, acting surprised that I didn’t “know” them. The irony was loud.
Eventually I returned to Nigeria after my program. He was still around and tried reaching out to meet up. But that childhood hurt stuck with me. I cut ties completely.
Maybe people change. Maybe kids do silly things. But one thing I know is this if he had met me in a place where I wasn’t doing well, I doubt he would’ve wanted to reconnect.
Some people remember you only when you’re useful or successful.
I don’t hate him. I just believe in energy matching energy.

Cutezt:
Yes!

While we were kids, we had this flat behind our house we usually give out for rent, one day, a family of about 8 moved in, among them was a young boy my age, I remember asking him where he was going to on the very first day I saw him walking down the street, and he told me he wanted to go pick up some things in their old house, we were about 8-9 years old then and I remembered escorting him. I chop beat that day when I returned as they were already looking for me, anyways, we became very close with the entire family, we sleep in their flat sometimes and they sleep in ours too, we ate together, played together, basically as one big family, but one day, they moved out to a bigger apartment like 15 kilometers away, yet it didn't stop our bond, we still saw each other very often, slept in each other's houses, played games together and ate together like normal.

Around 2014, I moved to Lagos, we still kept a good relationship and spent time together anytime I am back home for the holidays, around 2018, I suddenly heard from a mutual friend that he has moved to China to school. This was someone we still chat and speak often with o, I was disappointed that he had that plan but never voiced it to me, but I didn't let that stop our friendship, he messaged me and we spoke for long hours together very often, but suddenly, I noticed he stopped picking up my calls, and stopped calling me too, I was surprised cos we've not had any issues, neither have I ever begged him for 1 naira, in fact, I was the one sending little tips here and there to numbers and accounts he asks me to, without even expecting payment. I tried reaching out a couple of times but heard nothing, I was scared something had happened to him, so I reached out to a mutual friend who confirmed they spoke just a few days ago, I tried reaching out again but no response, so I just deleted his number and continued living my life.

Last year, I heard he has moved to the UK about 2 years ago and he even borrowed a huge amount from that mutual friend to finalize his movement, and he was yet to pay back, I knew because the mutual friend complained to me about it. He called the mutual friend last year while we were together on the 31st night and I bluntly told the mutual friend I am not interested in speaking to him, cos he asked how I was alongside a couple of other people, the mutual friend said he always asks about me anytime they speak, yet he is on my IG, almost always online and he has not messaged me, neither have I messaged him since 2021.

Make everybody dey their own abeg, nobody dey feed anybody, don't know why he ghosted, but then, I don't care, I'm doing very very well for myself here and have never begged him for anything. I understand say we no be 'smallie' again, trouser don add length, so I'm not angry at him, I am just not interested in friendship anymore.
Everytime I am back home and visit the market, I check his elder sisters who have shops all around the market and we greet and talk well. I plan to go visit the parents with a few gifts this Xmas, but as far as that friendship is concerned, I'm not interested.

omooba969:
It shows that majority of Nigerians are under-educated, bcoz success is never measured by the amount of money 💰 you have but by self-worth and fulfillment.

Sirchiboy:
I dont know the right section to post this.but has your childhood best friend ever abondoned you when he/she grows up or becomes wealthy?how do you feel? Please share your stories am coming back to share mine thanks

Oracleee:
Peter comes to mind.


Early 2000s. We were kids close childhood friends. Our mums worked at the same place. We spent alternating weekends in each other’s houses. Him and his brothers would stay with us, we’d stay with them. We attended the same primary school. It was that kind of bond family-level closeness.
Then his mum got the opportunity to relocate to greater London. This was even before the whole japa wave became a thing. While she was sorting herself out, they stayed with us. Eventually she came back for her husband and kids, and off to London they went.
We lost contact for about a year.
One day, my mum said, “You people want to speak with the Babatopes?” We were excited me and my siblings. Childhood friends reconnecting after relocation? Sweet moment, right?
Wrong.
Peter and his siblings denied knowing us.
Flat out.
Asking “Who is this?” When I tried explaining, he acted like he had no idea who I was. My mum was shocked. I was a boy almost entering my teenage years, and my supposed best friend more like a brother that I already used to brag to my friends around erased me like I never existed.







That day stayed with me.
Fast forward about 15 years later. He wanted to come to Nigeria for something and needed help with security and accommodation. He reached out through my mum.
At that time, I was in the UK on course at Sandhurst.
I took my pound of flesh.
I feigned complete ignorance. Said I wasn’t even in the country. His mum called, acting surprised that I didn’t “know” them. The irony was loud.
Eventually I returned to Nigeria after my program. He was still around and tried reaching out to meet up. But that childhood hurt stuck with me. I cut ties completely.
Maybe people change. Maybe kids do silly things. But one thing I know is this if he had met me in a place where I wasn’t doing well, I doubt he would’ve wanted to reconnect.
Some people remember you only when you’re useful or successful.
I don’t hate him. I just believe in energy matching energy.

Oracleee:
Peter comes to mind.


Early 2000s. We were kids close childhood friends. Our mums worked at the same place. We spent alternating weekends in each other’s houses. Him and his brothers would stay with us, we’d stay with them. We attended the same primary school. It was that kind of bond family-level closeness.
Then his mum got the opportunity to relocate to greater London. This was even before the whole japa wave became a thing. While she was sorting herself out, they stayed with us. Eventually she came back for her husband and kids, and off to London they went.
We lost contact for about a year.
One day, my mum said, “You people want to speak with the Babatopes?” We were excited me and my siblings. Childhood friends reconnecting after relocation? Sweet moment, right?
Wrong.
Peter and his siblings denied knowing us.
Flat out.
Asking “Who is this?” When I tried explaining, he acted like he had no idea who I was. My mum was shocked. I was a boy almost entering my teenage years, and my supposed best friend more like a brother that I already used to brag to my friends around erased me like I never existed.







That day stayed with me.
Fast forward about 15 years later. He wanted to come to Nigeria for something and needed help with security and accommodation. He reached out through my mum.
At that time, I was in the UK on course at Sandhurst.
I took my pound of flesh.
I feigned complete ignorance. Said I wasn’t even in the country. His mum called, acting surprised that I didn’t “know” them. The irony was loud.
Eventually I returned to Nigeria after my program. He was still around and tried reaching out to meet up. But that childhood hurt stuck with me. I cut ties completely.
Maybe people change. Maybe kids do silly things. But one thing I know is this if he had met me in a place where I wasn’t doing well, I doubt he would’ve wanted to reconnect.
Some people remember you only when you’re useful or successful.
I don’t hate him. I just believe in energy matching energy.

WantsandMore:
Pretty sure Nigerians equate successful with having money otherwise they don't think the success is worth it 😕

sheeda995:
Lol, but he was very young to be honest, I don't think that counts. You should tell him what happened and forgive each other. He was also a child and most people abroad weren't doing well. Most teenagers abroad has lots of problems when they arrive and some often go psychotic. I think you should tell him and forgive him