Sometimes, life puts you in messy situations where you’re not sure if you’re doing the right thing or not. That’s what Na Me F— Up? is about — real Nigerians sharing the choices they’ve made, while you decide if they fucked up or not.

Ayomide* (30) and Segun* (30) were close friends in secondary school before they lost touch. When they ran into each other at a wedding in late 2025, it felt like nothing had changed.

So they planned a weekend trip to Ibadan to reconnect. But the trip took a bad turn, and Ayomide ended up returning to Lagos alone, leaving Segun asleep outside a closed shop. 

When you’re done reading, you’ll get to decide: Did Ayomide f— up or not?

This is Ayomide’s dilemma, as told to Betty:

Segun and I were inseparable in secondary school. We were classmates, lived in the same neighbourhood, and did everything together. But in 2012, his family moved to another state, and we lost touch.

In late 2025, we ran into each other at a mutual friend’s wedding. I can’t even describe how good it felt to see him again. We picked up right where we left off, hugging and talking like no time had passed. We exchanged numbers and spent the reception catching up and laughing at old memories. By the end of the night, we were already planning our next link-up.

We decided on a weekend trip to Ibadan.  We grew up in the state, and it just felt right to return together after so long. I was genuinely excited about the fun ahead and cleared my schedule. 

The first part of the trip was cool. We caught up and talked about everything we’d missed in each other’s lives. Then we went to a club that night, and that’s where everything began to unravel.

Segun started drinking heavily. I wasn’t worried at first— he’s an adult— but somewhere between the fifth and sixth drink, he became someone I didn’t recognise. He got loud and aggressive, stumbling into people and causing scenes. I felt embarrassed, so I decided to end the night and take him back to the hotel. 

That should have been the end of it, but when I tried to get him to his room, he became agitated and started fighting me. He threw punches and shouted as if I wanted to kidnap him. The hotel staff tried to intervene, but Segun didn’t calm down. Eventually, they had enough, refunded us and kicked us out.

It was the middle of the night in Ibadan, and we had nowhere to go. I tried to get a ride to another hotel, but had no luck. We ended up sleeping outside on the stoop of a closed shop. I was furious. As I lay there on the floor, I kept asking how I got into such a situation.

Before sunrise, I gathered my things, booked a ride to the nearest car park and headed back to Lagos alone. I left Segun asleep with his things.

When he finally sobered up, he had to sort himself out and make his way back. Honestly, I felt like that was the very least that he deserved.

When our mutual friends heard what happened, they were divided. Some think I overreacted. They say Segun was drunk and that I should have been more patient. They’ve been pressuring me to extend grace and forgive him. Others understand why my decision and say I’d already gone above and beyond by managing him all night.

I haven’t spoken to Segun since I left him in Ibadan. Part of me wonders if I should reach out, but another part is still angry and embarrassed. He hasn’t reached out either. I haven’t forgotten what it felt like to sleep outside like a ruffian, but I still find myself asking if I made the wrong call.

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