From Nysc To Nowhere: Life After Youth Service
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I still sit by the gate sometimes, fixing phones, but things aren’t the same anymore. The hustle is harder, the roads rougher, but my spirit? It’s stronger. The Hard Truth Life after NYSC is no fairy tale. No magical job offers. No overnight riches. Just struggle. Waiting. And fighting every single day to be […]
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It was just another Monday. I was seated outside my parents’ house, under the faded umbrella by the gate, battling with the backlight of a customer’s Infinix screen. My little plastic table had burn marks from my soldering iron, That was my routine — fixing phones right in front of the house, gritting my teeth […]
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One thing about Lagos? It can humble you today and uplift you tomorrow—with the same energy. After getting robbed, I had restarted my phone repair hustle with pure survival mode. I wasn’t smiling, I wasn’t playing. Every ₦500 mattered. I was chasing referrals like they were oxygen. I thought I had seen all kinds of […]
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The Day I Got Robbed at Gunpoint… And Still Fixed a Phone That Same Evening If there’s one thing NYSC didn’t prepare me for, it was the unpredictable madness of real life after service. Just when I thought things were picking up—my phone repair hustle growing slowly, referrals coming in, even a few people calling […]
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The Day My Destiny Came in a Spoilt Phone I’ll be honest—when NYSC ended, I didn’t think the small repair skill I picked up back in 300 level would ever matter. Back then, it was just a side hustle. I’d fix classmates’ phones—mostly changing screens, flashing phones, or resetting passwords. It helped me buy data and […]
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From Nysc To Nowhere: Life After Youth Service
EPISODE 1: The Passing Out Parade Was Just the Beginning I remember that day so clearly. Standing under the hot sun in my starched white-and-khaki NYSC uniform, smiling for pictures, hugging friends I’d come to see as family. Our Passing Out Parade (POP) was filled with energy, promise, and hope. People around me were already […]
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