So I'm in school, battling life. No data, no food, no light. I’m managing hot garri and cold vibes.
Then I get that call.
Mum:
“Hello, how is school? Have they asked for second semester school fees?”
Me (with 2 shirts left and 0 hope):
“Yes ma, they asked… like 2 weeks ago.”
Meanwhile, I don’t even know if I still have a course rep. I’ve missed 3 lectures this week because my trousers tore and I only have one belt. But now I must sound responsible.
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The Pressure Is Real
Every Nigerian student knows this moment. You're eating dry bread and praying for light… then your dad says:
“Are they teaching you well for what I paid?”
My brother in Christ, I haven’t seen my lecturer in 2 weeks. I think he traveled. Or maybe he gave up on us.
But I must say: “Yes sir, everything is going fine.”
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The Lie We All Tell
Every time they ask,
“Hope you're managing well?”
You must smile and say yes—even if your roommates are using pot to boil water for bathing.
One time my mum asked, “Do you still have money?”
I said, “Small sha.”
My account balance: ₦13.78
My face: Strong. Composed. A soldier.
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The Real Struggle
They’ll say things like:
“Just manage till next week.”
“I sent you ₦2,000 last month.”
“Do you need it urgently?”
Urgently? I’ve eaten cornflakes without milk for 3 days. I’m drinking sac
het water like it’s wine.
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Nigerian parents mean well—but they’ll never understand that surviving school is like surviving Big Brother Naija without sponsors.
So whenever they ask,
“Are you okay?”
Just reply,
“By God’s grace.”
Because that’s all you have left.
#Funny #StudentLife #NigerianParents #BrokeButAlive #Relatable
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