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😂 Omor... If dey be abstain me that day ehn.... I nor for be guy man oo 😁
That experience humbled me, but it also sharpened me. From that day, I moved different. I started watching how street kings moved. I picked game. I adjusted my mindset. Lagos taught me that being brave is not about shouting — it’s about knowing when to talk and when to walk away. Have you ever had a “welcome to reality” moment? First time in Lagos or another city? Share your experience someone out there might need that lesson today.
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23 days agoThe day I first stepped into Lagos… I’ll never forget it. I came in with hope, with energy, thinking this was just a city of hustle and vibe. But Lagos had other plans. That day, I didn’t just meet traffic and noise, I met real-life street madness.I had barely stepped out of the bus at Ojuelegba when the pressure started. Some boys approached me, acting friendly at first, but the energy shifted fast. Asking questions, sizing me up. One even tried to “help” me carry my bag wey be say na setup. Another one blocked my path while pretending to gist. In my head, I was like, “Ah, so na like this e dey be? They didn’t know say I no be mumu. I just kept quiet, face strong, eyes steady. I didn’t shout. I didn’t panic. I just activated coded mode. The one wey understand Lagos go sabi say silence fit be weapon pass noise. I shifted left, crossed the road, didn’t even look back. If not for that coded movement, they for collect everything I get.