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It is normal for humans to get less tolerant of certain things the older they get. You tend to start paying attention to certain things and get more annoyed by them. Here’s a list of things that get more annoying the older you get:

1. Unnecessary Noise.

Why is the neighbour already shouting by 8 am in the morning?. It honestly makes no sense. The older we get, the more peace and quiet we want in our lives. Easy, please.

2. Lies and Liars.

Hmm, Yoruba men are about to leave the chat. No one is going to beat you if you tell the truth. Lies are not only annoying, but they are also very disrespectful. No adult has time to deal with incessant liars. If you really need to lie, please talk to a wall. T for Tenks

3. Tasteless food.

Tasteless food is annoying, whether you are old or young, but tasteless food bought with your last cash is the most annoying. Buying food with your last cash and not enjoying it is enough to ruin your day.

4. Slow and lazy people.

Be fast please, no one has time to waste.

5. Persistent phone calls

Instant messaging exist for a purpose; if you’ve called more than once and the person has not picked up, just send a text. Persistent phone calls are only acceptable if you want to dash us money.

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6. Kids

Children are so annoying, especially the ones who don’t come with a return policy. Yeah, they are cute sometimes- when they are not asking you one million annoying questions. “Aunty Joke, how do you know my dad?”

7. Work

It’s 2021, money should have started growing on trees by now. The concept of work is so annoying and unnecessary. Can’t we just sleep and wait till the money comes to meet us?

8. Living with your parents

Living with your Nigerian parents would test your patience in more ways than you can imagine. Even when you know you love them very much, you’ll still be annoyed with them 24/7.
I have often wondered what life is like for adults who grew up as gifted kids, and how they have managed to navigate adulthood. To get an idea of what their lives as adults are like, I put out a call for their stories and experiences dealing with rejection. Here are the responses I got:

Osasu, 27.

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I finished top of my class from primary school till university. I even finished my bachelor’s degree with a first-class in engineering, but I severely flunked my masters. After completing my masters, I tried to get a job. I sent out between 40-100 applications, but most of them were rejections and near wins.

Sometimes I feel like a fraud. I struggle to deal with the rejections. My current job was more like “oh well, at least bad as e bad”. I no longer send out job applications, I have no motivation for them anymore. It feels like I have peaked and there is nothing left for me to do – I feel like I am hanging on because I have to, not because I have something I am actively living for.

I’m in therapy again, it’s my second attempt, and I really hope it works this time because I have lost faith in myself. Even though the thought of dying has crossed my mind, I can’t afford to die before Dr Strange and Wanda Maximoff fight in the Multiverse of madness.

Adaeze, 20.

When I was a kid, I won a lot of awards. I was not just the award-winning child, I was also the child parents wanted their children to be like. I was respectful, kind, funny, witty and smart. I did well in all my art classes, never sciences. Science was not my shit. I got promoted twice, I was doing way better than children in classes ahead of me.

I did really well in junior secondary school, I got 13As in my 15 subjects, but then I wrote my junior WAEC and got only C’s. I was not failing, but my A’s had become B’s and C’s. I think I got tired, burnt out probably. Nobody understood what was happening to me, my parents didn’t get it and neither did I.

I decided to become a writer, nothing prepared me for the rejection letters. I was getting them so often, like water. My parents started comparing people to me. it took therapy for me to finally start healing – my therapist used to say “failing is not a direct reflection of your worth” and that there are so many things beyond my control.

With every failure I’d remind myself that it happens, life happens, and then I buy myself shawarma or ice cream. Sometimes I cry because it’s okay to be sad that I didn’t get what I wanted but yeah, eventually, it’s okay.

I have had some good days. I won a scholarship, got some acceptance and then got a nice job. I also have some bad days- failed some tests, didn’t get into some fellowships, wasn’t qualified for some competitions, but I try to take each as they come.

Tinu, 24.

Growing up for me was like living in a boarding house. I didn’t really have a fun childhood like most people who lived with their parents must have experienced. My Dad is a disciplinarian to the core, we were not allowed to watch cartoons like other kids.

I was an “A” student throughout my secondary school, I couldn’t risk my dad killing me for having poor grades and God made sure that didn’t happen. My brother got beaten mercilessly one time by my dad for having a “C” in mathematics. I remember when I was in SS1, I got an “E” in economics, I had a panic attack and I was in tears.

I am currently in my final year of university and I have found better ways to handle failure and rejection. I have had academic-related rejections recently but I don’t feel too pained about them simply because they are secondary.

I have a very close older friend I talk to about my wins and rejections. He always knows the right words to say at the right time. So it helps me to be sober for a moment and keep my head high again the very next second.

Also, I received a lot of career/academic rejections in the year 2020. Now, when I experience one, my mantra is “WE MOVE”, the goal is not to stop moving.

But low-key to be honest, rejections pain me o. I don’t sulk about it for more than a day.

Damola, 25.

I grew up being a smart child. I used to read a lot and I always represented schools at debate and quiz. I went to JSS1 from Pry 4, skipped JSS2 to SS1, and by SS2 I had already passed Jamb. I was 13 at the time. I had to wait a year before getting into university and I got done with Uni by 19.

When I opted to go to art class in secondary school, the school principal contacted my parents to get me to change my mind and go to the science class instead. I took both arts and science in SS1.At home, a B wasn’t acceptable. It had to be an A

Dealing with rejection as an adult is so fucking hard. One bad feedback or rejection is enough to have your week ruined. The sad part about being rejected is, it makes me play safe.

I only go for opportunities where I know that I’m overqualified. I know it’s bad because I’m not fully utilising my potentials but it’s easier than dealing with the pain of “not being good enough”.

Growing up, you’re the local champion, smartest in the room and then boom YOU’RE NOT! It’s a tough transition, I’m in my mid-twenties now and I’m still figuring it out.

Ruby, 23.

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I wasn’t the typical all-rounder, I was a natural with words and logic, but struggled quite a bit with math. Which I guess made me stand out even more. I’d have the highest class average while I just passed maths, I always had perfect scores in most of the other subjects.

Being an adult has taught me to find an identity outside how well I do at work or what I achieve. I think that’s why many people can’t come to terms with rejection. They’ve been told that what makes them matter is what they can achieve.

I had to learn how to be happy despite whatever was happening career wise or academically.

Jasmine, 26.

Growing up, I was a star child. I was on scholarships for excellent performance. At one point, I was given a double promotion because ‘star girl lomo‘. I was not a local champion. Because of the nature of my dad’s job, I had to change schools every year. I was top of my class consistently in all the schools I went to.

One time I was second in a new school but the following term, I was back to first position. I was even in a special class called ‘competition’ class. Pupils/students in that class were trained specially to go for competitions for the school.

When I got into university, I started to struggle. University was so tough, I did not make a first class GPA in any semester.I was always ‘almost there but never there’. That was when I gave up.It was very depressing because I started to struggle.

The worst happened when I failed a course. A whole me, fail a course?. I couldn’t tell my parents because it was going to break their heart. Meanwhile, my father was always hammering first class into my brain.

He was not aware of my struggles. Only my mom knew, and she encouraged me all the time and reminded me that I was a star. First class or not. I eventually graduated with a 2:1 which was a miracle because I was scared I was going to fail again.

Right now, I don’t see myself as smart or anything. If I want to do good in anything, I have to work twice as hard. Sometimes it pays off, sometimes it doesn’t so I really don’t understand how this works anymore.

I console myself that I am street smart and I can use my words when I need to.

Tunde, 25.

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I was always top of my class, from primary school till university. I was top of my class all through the duration of my degree. After university, I applied for a postgraduate program in the US. I got on the waiting list. That seemed like a good thing till covid happened and the waiting list was disregarded.

I didn’t give up after that happened, it in fact increased my confidence. I applied to 6 more universities, I was certain one of them was going to accept me. When the first school rejected my application, I braced myself and hoped for the best. I was not going to be discouraged.

My friends continued to encourage me, they assured me that I was going to get in, but that didn’t happen. The fourth rejection came in and so did my doubt. I started to believe that I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. I hadn’t been able to react to the previous rejections, but the fourth one broke me. I cried. I wanted to pray and talk to god, but instead it was tears i got out.

I got on another waitlist and this time I was sure I was going to get in, but unfortunately, someone else got the spot.

I haven’t recovered from the feeling of being rejected yet, and I am taking each day as it comes. I recently got into a film school to study screenwriting and that is a big win for me.
Adulting is a scam and anyone who’s above 18 can attest to that. We are all tired of the daily ghetto adulting is, which is why we’ve come up with very helpful tips on how to escape it:

1.Change the year on your date of birth.

Are you really an adult if the government doesn’t identify you as one? Your government age is your only acceptable age. If you are a child to the government, then you are also a child to the world.

2.Act childish.

Avoid acting like a grown-up, it might come with some insults but it’s for the greater good. All your actions must be childlike, don’t let anyone view you as an adult.

3.Only shop in the kiddies section.

Shopping in the kiddies section is an efficient way to preserve your inner child. No offence to adults who already do this because they wear size 36-38 shoes.

4.Do not move out of your parent’s house.

Live with your parents regardless of your age, ensure they pay all the bills too. Any attempt you make at paying bills is you taking up adult responsibilities; don’t do it.

5.Don’t get married.

Are kids supposed to get married? The answer is no.

6.Don’t have kids.

Babies shouldn’t bring babies into the world, you don’t need an unemployed crotch goblin in your life.

7.Only work part-time.

Full-time employment is for people who are committed to the suffering called adulthood. Work only when you can and when you want to. Always spend the rest of your time resting and preserving your youth.

8.Only have kids as friends.

You’ll need to learn from experienced people, none of your friends should be older than 12yrs old. Teenagers are adult children and you don’t need any adult-like friends.
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Listen, you need to assert independence with Nigerian parents or they will never let you live the life you’re destined to live. If you want to let them know that you have grown wings, follow our advice and claim your independence.

1. Start small: Come home late.

If you have a curfew, go past it. Maybe once a week at first, and then two times, and finally four times in a row. First, they will complain. And then complain further. Finally, they will keep quiet. You’re becoming a bad bitch.

2. Go further: Don’t sleep at home.

They should have known that it was bound to happen. After all, you’ve gone past your curfew consecutively. When you go back home, they’ll likely ask you to return to where you’re coming from. Don’t answer them. Don’t go anywhere. Stand and look at them. Ehen, what will they do? Will they beat you?

3. Go even further: Dye your hair.

This one will be revealed by surprise. First tie scarf around the house. They will think you have changed your ways. And then one day when they have guests, remove the scarf and show them your purple or gold hair. Let shock catch them. They kuku cannot start commanding you in front of visitors. You that you’re an intern bad bitch.

4. Ascend: Get a tattoo.

You know what’s even badder? When you use their money. Say, they gave you school fees or money to buy their medications. Or even money to cook soup. Imagine the scenario:

Your parents: BISOLA!

You: Yes? (chewing gum)

Your mother: What happened to the soup we said you should cook?

You: I’ve used the money to draw tattoo oh.

It’s shout they will shout. Last-last, they will give you another money to cook soup.

5. Reign supreme: Turn the living room to a night club.

What is bad in that? Is it not you that will still inherit the house?

6. Confront them: Tell them that you have no plans to marry.

Or give birth to children for that matter. If they ask you why, tell them that you’re not for that life. This is how you should say it:

“I’m a happening babe, please. Don’t stress me. If you want grandchildren, adopt.”

They’ll probably disown you after everything, but don’t panic. You be bad bitch. Bad bitch no dey panic.
When it feels like the walls are closing in and adulthood is crushing you, remember one (or all) of these things. I hope they bring you some form of comfort.

1) Even though adulthood is a huge scam, remember that you can eat all the junk food you want.

Remember all the times you wanted sugary stuff as a kid but your parents told you no? Well, they can’t do that anymore. Do you want to eat cake and ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Knock yourself out.

Just don’t forget about tooth decay and diabetes.

2) Even though adulthood is a raging dumpster fire, remember that you can stay up as late as you want.

Gone are the days when you weren’t allowed to stay up past 9 PM. Now you can stay up watching interracial foot-sucking videos on pornhub as late as you want . (Just an example off the top of my head so don’t think too much about it.)

Just don’t forget that you have to be up for work at 6 AM.

3) Even though adulthood is an absolute shit show, remember that you can stay out as late as you want.

Go to a bar, strip club, then a regular club after that. You are grown and therefore no longer have a curfew. Go wild, you party animal. Just don’t forget that night time is when most people get robbed.

4) Even though adulthood is an endless cycle of despair, remember that you make your own money and can spend it however you want.

Log in to your favourite online store and do some retail therapy. You work hard and deserve to treat yourself to some of the finer things in life. Just don’t forget that you have a shit ton of unpaid bills and payday is still 3 weeks away.

5) Even though adulthood feels like you’re sliding naked down a metal slide on a really hot day, remember that you can fornicate as much as you want.

Nothing more refreshing than a good old fornication session. Open one of the numerous hook-up apps disguised as dating apps on your phone and find someone willing to eat your genitals and vice versa. Just remember to use protection because STDs are a bitch.

6) When all else fails, turn to alcohol.

Works every time.

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See ehn, to set make plans is human, to not procrastinate those plans into oblivion is indeed divine. There is huge potential to excel at being a professional procrastinator in everybody and if you are one of the people that is always putting that potential to use, this list will hit you hard.

1. When you first get the task and the logical side of your brain tells you to get to work.

You get a task and you immediately push it to the later folder because it will be done but it will be done later. Operating term here being “later”.

2. You keep postponing and extending deadlines.

You tell yourself you are waiting for the motivation to hit so you’ll do it well but who are we fooling? Will you find motivation in your sleep?

3. You see a post with very insightful tips on how to stop procrastinating and you save the post to read later.

Because your village people obviously finished work on your matter.

5. You get scared of picking your calls because it might be a client calling to find out if you are done yet.

And you don’t have enough materials to properly shalaye at this time.

6. You when your clients finally catch up with you and you start manufacturing excuses detailing why you are not done with the work yet.

You could have spent the creativity

No one takes as much “well deserved” breaks like a procrastinator. You spend more time rewarding yourself for doing the work than actually doing the work.

If you could relate to everything on this list then don’t fight it, accept your status as a professional procrastinator. Then go back and read those procrastinating tips you saved for later.

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Here’s some free advice, whatever you do, do not opt-in for the Nigerian adulting package. It is a scam. But I”m guessing it’s already too late for you. And if that is the case please join the line of wailers and “had I known” on the left there. Adulting is an extreme sport on its own but adulting in Nigeria is in a league of its own. But we thought long and hard about it and realized that the 6 things on this list would make the package way easier.

1. Access to a never ending back up cash reservoir.

Nothing teaches the essence of money as adulting does. 20 seconds in you understand exactly how much difference money makes when it is in the picture.

2. A very proactive guardian angel.

Preferably one with the energy level displayed in this GIF and one that we can actually talk to. This guardian angel’s most important KPI (asides making sure we don’t die) is warning us about stupid decisions we are about to make. Like calling an ex because we are bored.

2. An innate ability to cook.

Because food is important and the ability to whip up something both edible and delicious is important.

3. An eternal generator.

Because we both know NEPA a.k.a PHCN lives to disappoint but we need electricity either way.

4. An equally proactive genie.

And we’ll be needing wishes like “rent”, “transport”, “concert tickets”, “data” and “miscellaneous” covered, please.

5. Free Netflix access for one week every month.

To make up for the social life that will keep eluding us.

6. An “UPGRADE TO ADULTING OR REMAIN A CHILD” option.

And most importantly, we would like the luxury of choice please. How do you just shove a person into something like Nigerian adulting simply because they are now old? Be kind please.

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“A Week In The Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.

Today’s subject is *Agnes, a nurse currently caring for Covid patients. She tells us her fears as a young person working in close contact with an infectious disease.

MONDAY:

I did not sleep all night. My mind keeps playing the different scenarios that can happen before this pandemic is over. “What if I get infected?” “What if I make a mistake and infect my family?”

I don’t feel like going to work today.

My parents are really supportive. My dad reminds me that my job is a humanitarian service. My mum tells me to just go and she prays for me. This gives me the positive reinforcement I need to leave the house.

Once I get into the ward, all my fears melt away. Seeing the patients gives me ginger to work and I immediately swing into action.

One of my patients is reluctant to take his drugs but I encourage him. He tells me that he knows he doesn’t have a choice but it’s just so difficult. He is tired of staying indoors, not being able to see his family, and constantly taking medications. I try to empathize with him but I realise that I can’t completely understand what he’s going through. I have the freedom to go and come as I want. I also get to see my family, but he’s stuck inside.

On my way home after work, I can’t stop thinking about the patient. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be alone so I say a silent prayer for him. I pray that God comforts him.

My family is excited to see that I made it back alive. I am scared of infecting them so I tell them to keep their distance. I undress before entering and fold my clothes along with my scrubs from work.

I have my bath again. This is the third time today because I can’t take any chances. I soak both my casual clothes and scrubs in bleach without bothering to separate them. I just want to make sure that they are disinfected. After I have scrubbed to my satisfaction, I go to greet my family members.

TUESDAY:

It’s easier to go to work today. I am motivated by the réalisation that the patients have nobody; they only have us, the health workers. They can’t see their family and they can’t leave the hospital.

I am taking danfo to work and as an extra precaution, I pay for the whole seat. I am trying to separate myself and make sure I don’t infect anyone. If I seclude myself from other people on the bus, they have lower chances of getting infected.

On my way to work, I see people in clusters and I am annoyed. Some people are even jogging. Can’t they jog in their house? It makes me wonder if people are not listening to the news about how this illness spreads. I am risking my life to care for patients and to make sure the discharge rate increases and some people think this is the right time to jog.

I need a distraction from the annoyance I feel before I get to work. I open social media and I see a video from the discharged patients thanking the healthcare workers. They are dancing and they look genuinely happy. This makes me happy and improves my mood. At least, some Nigerians appreciate my work. I am not working in vain.

WEDNESDAY:

Wearing the Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) is not child’s play. It is very uncomfortable.

Face shield on the person in white.

The first step is to wash my hands. Then, I get two pairs of gloves. I wear the first pair of gloves. Next, I wear a disposable cap. After that, I wear an N95 respirator, then a regular face mask on top of it. The N95 respirator holds my disposable cap in place. Then I wear the PPE gown.

N95 facemask.

Next, I wear a face shield. This protects my eyes and makes sure my face is covered against splashes from body fluid. Then, I make a small hole in the sleeve of my gown and put my thumb through it. This prevents my gown from drawing back when I am attending to the patient as this can leave me exposed. Then, I wear the second pair of gloves over the first with the thumb sticking through the hole.

Finally, I wear my knee-length boots. Once I am done, I tell my colleague to check for space and to make sure that there are no mistakes.

It’s so hot in all these layers of clothing. It’s even harder walking in the boots. But I have no choice.

After taking this precautionary step, I am annoyed when I read a statement by a journalist claiming three nurses in my hospital have been infected. It’s annoying because they haven’t taken any health worker samples for testing, so how can they even be positive?

Also, the news is making my family members panic and they have been calling me all day. They keep asking “Are you fine?” “Are you part of the people infected?”

I spend the rest of the day reassuring them that I am fine and this only stresses me further. Every day I go to work is already stressful enough for them. It’s unfair to add the rumour of health workers getting infected to their fear.

Can today just end? I just want to go home and watch Boys Over Flowers, my favorite Korean series. I am in serious need of a distraction.

THURSDAY:

Today, in the ward, my face shield falls off. I am too shocked to process anything. I keep thinking, “Is this how I die?” All I remember is my superior telling me to quickly leave the isolation ward. My legs carry me outside but I am not present. I wash my face, arms, and neck with chlorine water. The one we use to disinfect our PPE before entering the ward. Then, I take more chlorine water and I go have my bath with it.

I decide to sleep in a hotel tonight. I can’t go home. At the hotel, I have another bath with chlorine water. By the time I am done scrubbing, my eyes are very red. I look like I have either just finished smoking or crying.

My bosses keep calling and I can’t stop asking them if I will die. I tell them that I feel like dying but they keep reassuring me that I won’t die. I don’t know why they are more confident than I am. They also tell me to take some time off work to rest.

I can’t tell my parents the real reason I am not coming home so I make up an excuse. I know if I tell my mum, she’ll wake me up in the middle of the night to pray for me and I will end up not sleeping.

Honestly, I really just need to sleep. I can’t wait for all this to end.

FRIDAY:

After this pandemic is over, my colleagues and I need to see a psychologist. Is it normal to dread going to work? To be uncertain of what will happen when you get to work: How many patients will come in today? What will happen today?

It’s worse when I am on night shift because all the admissions come in the middle of the night. Because of the stigma, people wait till the cover of dark before asking the ambulance to come pick them. Since everyone is thinking the same way and trying to avoid stigma, the night shifts are intense. During my last night shift, we admitted seven patients at once. I wanted to die from the stress.

I don’t blame these patients too. I remember a couple that tested positive for the virus but their kids were negative. Because the whole family knew about their diagnosis, nobody wanted to take in their children. They were all scared that the test results were fake. So, the poor kids had to go stay with their parents’ colleagues from work. That’s when the stigma patients face dawned on me.

All of this only adds up to make my work ten times harder. At least today, I get to chat and listen to music and not think of work. I am less scared today than I was yesterday.

SATURDAY:

I call my family members today to let them know that I am still alive. I haven’t spoken to them since Thursday. I will be going home today. I am alive today so let me spend time with my family. I have been boosting my immune system and scrubbing my body with chlorine.

I cherish any free time I have now and I want to spend it with them. God forbid, if I go to work one day and someone calls my parents that something has happened to me, how will they take it? So, the least I can do is spend as much time with them as possible.

I considered getting a will when the government first increased my salary for being a part of the COVID-19 fight. But then I realised that I don’t need one. My parents know all the passwords to my ATM cards. My sibling is my next of kin.

Also, only two people in this world owe me money and it doesn’t count. The first person is a childhood friend and I feel indebted to the person. Even if I die, it’s money my ghost can forget. The second person is my mum and she has done far more than that for me. She even deserves more. I can’t now start going to write in my will that “Mummy owes me this.”

After considering all of this, I just can’t be bothered. I just keep praying that all of us see it out alive. From Nigeria to me, to my colleagues at the frontlines, to my family members.

For now, let me prepare to go home.

SUNDAY:

No church today. But there hasn’t been church service for me in a while. When the pandemic first hit Nigeria, I was nursing COVID-19 patients, so, instead of entering the church on Sundays, I would stay outside in a secluded place and worship from a distance. I went to church because I needed that communal feeling of worship. After the service, I would leave before everyone. I was so worried about infecting anyone that I avoided mixing with the other worshippers.

Today, I say a silent prayer. I pray that God should save me. I am not married. I have not given birth and I am playing with a pandemic. I have a lot of things I haven’t yet done. I want to learn how to drive. I want to travel; I want to experience the fashion in Korea. I want to experience their culture. I keep watching it in their series and I want to see it in person. I also want to visit my sister’s kids because I have never met them in person. But, most importantly, I look forward to getting married. Even though I left my last boyfriend because he was not serious, I am still open to love.

Tomorrow, I go again.

This story was edited for clarity. Some details have been changed to protect the identity of the subject.

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Now that I’m an alleged adult supposedly in charge of my own life, a thing I wish I’d been warned about regarding adulthood was bills. Bills are, without a doubt, the fucking worst. A lot of them come around the same time as your paycheck, taking a huge chunk of it before you even realize wtf is going on.

With that in mind, here are 5 bills that will kick your ass in this hellish phase of life called adulthood.

1) Food

Remember how you pissed you would get as a child when you wanted fast food but your parents told you there was rice at home or when a particular thing was cooked for the entire family and you asked for something different but were told to shut up and “eat the damn food”?

As an adult providing food for yourself, don’t you see things now from their point of view?

2) Hospital Bills

As an adult, scheduling your own hospital appointments and handling the bills, you’ll get to understand what was really going through your parents’ minds all the times they decided to treat you themselves instead of just taking you to the hospital.

3) Rent

All I’ll say is that most of the people you see with roommates would much rather live alone. They don’t because they can’t afford to.

4) House Repairs

Few things feel worse than returning from work to find your apartment flooded because a water pipe in the wall exploded. Houses (and a lot of the things in them) are bound to have faults at some points. Is this really the way life is supposed to be or do all humans unknowingly share their living spaces with poltergeists? Who knows?

5) Utility Bills (Electricity, Water, Phone, Internet, Waste, Security, etc)

See ehn, how do I unsubscribe from this adulting thing?

Seeing as you’re already in tears from remembering all the bills you have to pay when the month ends, read this article about 7 small physical pains that can make grown men cry.

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1. Unnecessary Noise.

2. Lies and Liars.

3. Tasteless food.

4. Slow and lazy people.

5. Persistent phone calls

6. Kids

7. Work

8. Living with your parents

Osasu, 27.

Adaeze, 20.

Tinu, 24.

Damola, 25.

Ruby, 23.

Jasmine, 26.

Tunde, 25.

1.Change the year on your date of birth.

2.Act childish.

3.Only shop in the kiddies section.

4.Do not move out of your parent’s house.

5.Don’t get married.

6.Don’t have kids.

7.Only work part-time.

8.Only have kids as friends.

1. Start small: Come home late.

2. Go further: Don’t sleep at home.

3. Go even further: Dye your hair.

4. Ascend: Get a tattoo.

5. Reign supreme: Turn the living room to a night club.

6. Confront them: Tell them that you have no plans to marry.

1. When you first get the task and the logical side of your brain tells you to get to work.

2. You keep postponing and extending deadlines.

3. You see a post with very insightful tips on how to stop procrastinating and you save the post to read later.

5. You get scared of picking your calls because it might be a client calling to find out if you are done yet.

6. You when your clients finally catch up with you and you start manufacturing excuses detailing why you are not done with the work yet.

1. Access to a never ending back up cash reservoir.

2. A very proactive guardian angel.

2. An innate ability to cook.

3. An eternal generator.

4. An equally proactive genie.

5. Free Netflix access for one week every month.

6. An “UPGRADE TO ADULTING OR REMAIN A CHILD” option.

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