What Made Me Leave Naija…For A Bit

You Won't Believe What Made Vicky Leave Naija

Hey everyone, Vicky here! Long time! How are you all doing?

Let’s just say my eyes saw shege last week. While waiting for a bus at Iyana Oworo, an agbero snatched my bone straight wig right off my head, and the bus I eventually entered dropped me nowhere near the office. I ended up walking almost ten minutes in a light drizzle, wondering what life choices had led me to this moment.

For months now, I’ve been enduring the chaos of Lagos public transport; those wooden chairs are brutal. I’m saving up for a car. No Uber, no Bolt—I’ve been jumping danfos, and each time it feels like a near-death experience. But that day? That day broke me.

So I made a decision. I’m taking a break. A proper one. Two weeks in the U.S. with family—no bus stops, no agberos, just peace and family. I need time to breathe, reflect, and remind myself that life doesn’t have to feel like a daily struggle.

First things first: I tapped on my Power Up widget to check the dollar rate. ₦1,520 to $1. Painful, yes, but not enough to change my mind.

I’ve booked my ticket and paid with the Power Up virtual card, sorted my leave with HR, and even started packing mentally. Just thinking about fresh air, a new environment, and hugs from my cousins was already lifting my spirit. I may not come back with a car or a new wig, but I’ll return with something better: clarity and energy.

Lagos will still be Lagos, but next time it tries me, I’ll be ready.

Cheers,

Vicky.