Let me tell you about my brother.
Or maybe your brother.
Or maybe... you.
You see, once a Nigerian man "japa" — crosses borders in search of greener pastures — something strange happens back home.
Hope is born.
Dreams are built.
And pressure begins.
Back home, the family is rejoicing, “Ah, our brother don go abroad! Life go better for us now!”
The WhatsApp group becomes lively.
Requests begin to trickle in:
“Uncle, I need small money for school.”
“Brother, we wan repair papa house.”
“You fit send me iPhone 14, make I use do small business?”
Nobody is asking:
"Are you eating well?"
"Are you sleeping enough?"
"How’s the weather treating you?"
"Do you even have papers yet?"
Let me paint you the real picture.
Abroad, life starts at 3 a.m. for many of them.
Cold biting through their jackets.
Eyes half-closed.
Dragging tired legs to go wash plates, mop floors, carry boxes.
Not the "office job" they imagined, but the one they found.
Degrees become decorations until papers are sorted.
Accents become barriers.
Homesickness becomes a shadow that follows them everywhere.
But back home?
We don’t see the nights they cry in silence.
We just see the Instagram stories or pictures and assume, "Baba don hammer."
One uncle calls him, “O boy, you dey abroad now. Time to build that house.”
Auntie says, “Your cousin wants to come too. Help him na, just small help.”
Nobody asks,
“Have you found peace?”
“Do you have friends over there?”
“Are you surviving, or just existing?”
And here's the irony—he wants to help.
He really does.
But he’s trying to find his own feet in a foreign land, where even the ground feels strange.
You see, abroad na another kind hustle — "no be beans".
It’s not an escape; it’s another battlefield.
Where success doesn’t come in dollars—it comes in daily decisions to stay, to push, to survive.
But yes, with time, many of them rise.
They learn the system.
They grow.
They finally send money home, not because it’s easy—but because they’ve paid the price.
But remember this:
Before you ask for their harvest,
Ask about their seed.
Before you place your dreams on their shoulders,
Ask if they’re still standing on their own.
Because every man who travels abroad,
Is carrying two burdens:
His life there…
And your expectations here.
---
Has this ever been your story—or your brother’s story?
Let’s talk about it. Let’s understand. Let’s appreciate.
Because abroad na another kind hustle — "no be beans"... but many are doing their best to make it feel like one—for all of us.
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39 days agoLet me tell you about my brother.
Or maybe your brother.
Or maybe... you.
You see, once a Nigerian man "japa" — crosses borders in search of greener pastures — something strange happens back home.
Hope is born.
Dreams are built.
And pressure begins.
Back home, the family is rejoicing, “Ah, our brother don go abroad! Life go better for us now!”
The WhatsApp group becomes lively.
Requests begin to trickle in:
“Uncle, I need small money for school.”
“Brother, we wan repair papa house.”
“You fit send me iPhone 14, make I use do small business?”
Nobody is asking:
"Are you eating well?"
"Are you sleeping enough?"
"How’s the weather treating you?"
"Do you even have papers yet?"
Let me paint you the real picture.
Abroad, life starts at 3 a.m. for many of them.
Cold biting through their jackets.
Eyes half-closed.
Dragging tired legs to go wash plates, mop floors, carry boxes.
Not the "office job" they imagined, but the one they found.
Degrees become decorations until papers are sorted.
Accents become barriers.
Homesickness becomes a shadow that follows them everywhere.
But back home?
We don’t see the nights they cry in silence.
We just see the Instagram stories or pictures and assume, "Baba don hammer."
One uncle calls him, “O boy, you dey abroad now. Time to build that house.”
Auntie says, “Your cousin wants to come too. Help him na, just small help.”
Nobody asks,
“Have you found peace?”
“Do you have friends over there?”
“Are you surviving, or just existing?”
And here's the irony—he wants to help.
He really does.
But he’s trying to find his own feet in a foreign land, where even the ground feels strange.
You see, abroad na another kind hustle — "no be beans".
It’s not an escape; it’s another battlefield.
Where success doesn’t come in dollars—it comes in daily decisions to stay, to push, to survive.
But yes, with time, many of them rise.
They learn the system.
They grow.
They finally send money home, not because it’s easy—but because they’ve paid the price.
But remember this:
Before you ask for their harvest,
Ask about their seed.
Before you place your dreams on their shoulders,
Ask if they’re still standing on their own.
Because every man who travels abroad,
Is carrying two burdens:
His life there…
And your expectations here.
---
Has this ever been your story—or your brother’s story?
Let’s talk about it. Let’s understand. Let’s appreciate.
Because abroad na another kind hustle — "no be beans"... but many are doing their best to make it feel like one—for all of us.