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  • Sunken Ships is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the how and why of the end of all relationships — familial, romantic or just good old friendships.

    When Wunmi* (25) started university at 15, a spontaneous act of kindness from Tola* sparked a friendship that felt like home, and she joined her friend group. But over time, jealousy, backhanded compliments, and one terrifying fetish scare began to unravel everything. 

    Years later, living under the same roof again, Wunmi fully saw Tola for who she was, and realised that some friendships needed to end for her to be happy.

    Tell me how your friendship started

    I got into university really young – at only 15. I was initially staying with a friend from home, but I didn’t like it there. She was one of those people who seemed very reserved at home but was actually wild at school. The few weeks I spent at her place trying to sort my clearance opened me up to disturbing situations and men who wanted to take advantage of me. Frustrated by the weird people she kept bringing back to her flat, I asked a new friend, Tola*, who I had met during our clearance, to let me spend the night at her place.

    We got along so well that I ended up staying at her place for much longer, and at the end of the semester, Tola and I officially moved in together and became roommates. Because she was a few years older, I inherited her friend group too, so I became good friends with Tola, and her friends Tomi* and Sope*.

    What was your friendship with them like?

    Looking back, it was full of weird dynamics. Because I was two or three years younger than the rest of our friend group, some things were just off. There were backhanded compliments and shady jokes. I thought we were just having fun at the time so I didn’t read too much into it, but every time I reminisce, it shocks me that we stayed friends for so long.

    Can you share an example?

    In my first semester, I didn’t achieve good results. I got a 3.2/5.0, and I had the lowest gpa in our friend group. I was so used to being effortlessly excellent at academics in secondary school that I wasn’t ready for the different approach required for university. When my friends found out, they started making jokes about it, even though they knew I was sensitive about it.

    They would say things like, “The person with the lowest cgpa should close the door’’ or “The person with the lowest gpa should turn off the lights.” The jokes were relentless.

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    Did you tell them how their mean jokes made you feel?

    At first, I did, but when they didn’t stop, I turned it into motivational fuel and poured myself into my studies. By the end of the next semester, I had a 3.7/5.0 GPA, and the jokes stopped naturally. What I didn’t notice at the time was that none of them commended my efforts or encouraged me when they found out my new score.

    That’s wild.

    I have several other examples. One big one was when I was in 100L, I was obsessed with debate competitions, so I joined the school’s debate club. I talked to the group about us joining it for almost a year, but they didn’t seem enthusiastic, so in 200L, I went ahead to join the club. The application process was gruelling, but I got in. After a while, when they saw me going around and doing the work, Tola and Tomi, under the guise of attending meetings and team hangouts with me, formed a friendship with the president of the debate club and got in without passing through any of the application processes.

    How did this make you feel?

    I was happy to be sharing my interests with my friends. I just hated that they didn’t follow due process, and they waited till they saw I was having a good time without them before joining. It made me feel some type of way, but I overlooked it again. 

    Did working in the debate club together help the quality of your friendship with them?

    Not at all. Because I had joined before them and put in a lot more work, I was promoted to a major leadership position. This meant I had the power to assign tasks to everyone on the team, including my friends. I avoided assigning tasks to Tola, or my other friends because I didn’t want to make it weird. However, one day I assigned a minor task to Tomi, and she went to gossip about it to my roommate back at the hostel. She said I wasn’t good enough for the club and I didn’t deserve the leadership position enough to be delegating tasks to her. It was the first incident that made me think our friendship may not be as strong as I initially thought.

    Were there any other red flags that jumped out at you?

    Yeah, they didn’t respect my privacy at all. One time, we were chilling together, and Sope mentioned that she had gotten into our phones and found out how much we had saved in our individual savings apps. These girls didn’t have the password to my phone, so I was disturbed that they found a way to get that information. At that moment, I made up my mind that my friendship with a majority of the friend group wasn’t going to grow much beyond university, but I had high hopes for my friendship with Tola. 

    Did they ever try to talk with you about how they felt?

    Not once. I didn’t even notice how odd our friendship was until people I wasn’t close to at all went out of their way to congratulate me on my achievements and good results. At this point, I was flourishing and getting into tough competitions across the country but my friends never congratulated me. Instead Tola would constantly tell me I reminded her of her younger brother back at home. Things shifted a lot in my final year, though.

    Tell me about that.

    My family and I are religious. Before I resumed school, a few of the pastors my family is close to shared visions with me, warning me to be wary of many friends, especially in my final year. I didn’t pay much attention to them because I only had my three friends in my tiny social circle. But then I started falling ill more often than before, even on exam days. I was worried, but I didn’t tie it to the visions the pastors shared with me. However, I kept having weird experiences.

    How so?

    So during my final year, we had to submit a certificate of clearance showing we had completed the mandatory internship that started in the third year. Tola and I did our internship in the same place because we used my dad’s connections to get a placement, so I had our certificates at my house.  Kept them in the same place, but when the time to submit came, I couldn’t find my certificate no matter where I looked. I had already started to panic and feel crazy when thankfully, I remembered I had scanned it into a cloud drive for safekeeping. That was the only way I managed to do my clearance. I got a B for my efforts, and my cgpa increased significantly. I still don’t have an explanation for how my certificate of clearance went missing.  

    I thought that was the worst of it, but the craziest thing happened to me right after.

    What happened?

    One morning, while in school, I was the victim of a spiritual fetish attack. I had woken up suddenly and come out of my room that morning to see some blood and a weird object right at the entrance of my room. Someone who saw the arrangement told me to go home immediately. I thought it was an overreaction. I figured I must have been half asleep and imagined the whole thing, but I didn’t. I went home that day to have the worst health scare of my life. I experienced severe stomach pain, I vomited black substances, and felt like I was dying. My mum prayed for me all night, and when I woke up the next morning, I was totally fine, like nothing was wrong. 

    This made me much more cautious and paranoid when I went back to school, which didn’t help the quality of our friendship.

    What did your friendship look like after school was over?

    In 2023, I was living in Ibadan while Tola was in Lagos. Then I got a life-changing job offer in Lagos from my dream company. I was excited to move to Lagos for work, but I had no place to stay. Tola offered to let me stay with her in her family home which I gladly accepted. However, over the course of the time I spent with her, our friendship slowly crumbled.  

    How did that happen?

    I used to send her reels and posts on Instagram. Just regular gist or updates and after I sent her a video of one of our mutual’s wedding, she accused me of using the accomplishments of her agemates to mock her because she hadn’t made those milestones yet.

    Ah.

    I was just as surprised. Another time, I gave her a birthday gift that I thought was thoughtful, and Tola told me she didn’t like it and didn’t use it at all. When my birthday came around, she mentioned again how she didn’t like the gift I got her and was only buying me a gift out of obligation. Her statement made me so uncomfortable that I told her she didn’t have to get me anything but she didn’t listen.

    I finally saved up enough rent for my apartment and moved out. But things between Tola and I  finally reached it’s peak when she made an impromptu visit me to my apartment to spend a few days.

    What happened then?

    For context, because of past experiences with sexual harrassment, I don’t like being touched and I love being alone in my private space. I used to worry about it being a big issue but my sister and other people close to me have been very accommodating and have no issues letting me have some space when I need it. 

    By 2024, I was much deeper in my faith, and I liked to observe some quiet time with God each day. Because they are my most private thoughts and moments, I preferred to do them alone. When Tola came to visit, I begged her to please leave the room for an hour while I did my devotion. It wasn’t something I wanted to postpone, but she treated it as if I had asked her to get out of my house. She started giving me the silent treatment, and I felt bad. I know asking for privacy in a shared space can be awkward, but I thought she’d understand as we’d lived together before and we had the same principles around our devotional time.

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    How did you handle that?

    I made a tweet on my private account about how even if you really love someone, sometimes you may need space from them. I thought I was weird for craving some alone time even if someone was hanging out with me. A friend and another acquaintance sent this tweet to Tola, and she picked a fight with me. Even though I tried to explain that the tweet was me just musing about my personal boundaries and how best to navigate them, Tola saw it as an attack on her and left. I got fed up.

    What did you do next?

    I blocked her and the rest of the friend group on all social media platforms. The constant fighting, deprecating jokes, malice and tip toe-ing on eggshells had taken a toll on me.

    How did you feel after you made this decision?

    I thought I would feel bad but what I actually felt was relief. It was like a load had been lifted off my shoulders and I could finally breathe. That’s how I knew that I made the right decision by cutting them off.

    Has this experience with your ex-friends affected the way you navigate friendships?

    Yes. It’s still fresh in my mind, so I’m still wary of forming new relationships, and I’ve noticed I’m a bit paranoid about people’s true intentions when they try to get close to me. I know that I’m going to put myself out there and form new bonds, but right now, I’m focused on my healing.

    Would you be open to reconciliation if they reached out to you?

    Not at all. May affliction not rise again. I think that friendship has run its course entirely. I don’t want to deal with people who want me to celebrate their wins but have no interest in celebrating mine.

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  • There’s almost nothing as satisfying as hanging out with your friends after a long week or finally taking that group trip out of the group chat. But after the excitement dies out, the numbers begin to come into focus: Who pays for what? 

    Money is a sensitive topic for many Nigerians, even more so in friendships. From unspoken rules to awkward moments and wild expectations, these Nigerians share how they navigate the complexities of shared expenses with their friends. 

    “We take turns paying, but I often feel cheated” — Jire*, 28

    We’re three girls in my friend group, but we also have a few other mutual friends, and everyone often hangs out together as a group.

    Our hangouts usually happen at restaurants and are centred around birthdays or other special occasions. When we hang out like that, we choose one person to settle the entire bill. The next time we go out, someone else picks up the bill. We’ve been doing that for about a year. I can’t even remember whose idea it was to start it, but I think it’s pretty stupid. 

    I’ve picked up the bill thrice since we started the “strategy”, and I often feel cheated. For instance, if Bisi* paid the last time, she knows she won’t pay next month, so she’ll order things she wouldn’t typically order. Or it can be Dorcas’* turn to pay, and her boyfriend will choose to pay on her behalf. Other times, some people don’t show up, and the person paying pays for fewer people, which may not be the case the next time.

    The last time I paid, I spent around ₦160k for five people. It was excessive, but I couldn’t complain because I had eaten other people’s money too. My closest friend and I both agree this payment strategy doesn’t make sense, but there’s not much we can do. Everyone else seems fine with it, and if only two people keep complaining, it’d be like we’re trying to avoid paying. The only other option is to stop hanging out with my friends, and that’s not an option.

    “We split bills equally, but my friend is richer than I am” — Joe*, 26

    I share a two-bedroom flat with my guy, and we share the bills equally: rent, groceries, fuel and utilities. We’ve lived together for two years. 

    It’s a good arrangement because I spend only a fraction of what I’d spend if I lived alone. Plus, we’ve never had any money issues. We both know what we’re supposed to pay for. The only challenge is that my friend is richer and has more expensive tastes.

    For instance, he runs the generator immediately NEPA takes light and keeps it on until electricity comes back. We both work remotely, so I understand we need light. But it’s expensive, and I don’t think the generator should be on 24/7. We spend ₦50k weekly on fuel, and I must pay half. I’ve mentioned it to him, but he just jokes about it. The cost doesn’t dent his wallet because he earns ₦1.2m/month, but my own salary is just ₦500k. We’re not on the same level at all.

    It’s not just fuel. Sometimes he wants to buy more expensive groceries, and I joke that I can’t afford his taste. We don’t argue about money, but I sometimes feel awkward about explaining why we can’t get certain things. I know he doesn’t mind picking up expenses alone, but I don’t want to be a burden. 

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    “Each person pays for what they get” — Esther*, 31

    It’s an unspoken rule in my friend group that everyone pays for what they get when we go out. However, we don’t pay separately. If it’s a restaurant, we’ll get the bill and send our share to a designated person. 

    If the restaurant has a service charge, we add a little extra to the amount we’re sending the person so it can cover it. We don’t calculate that part, though. We just round it up. For instance, instead of paying ₦18k as my share, I send ₦20k.

    We also do the same thing for Uber rides. If we’re all going to the same place, we share the money. But most times, only one person pays the fare when we’re returning home. 

    For instance, if Bolaji* lives in Yaba, people who live along the route enter his Uber so they can drop off along the way. No one needs to pay Bolaji for that. 

    “I avoid joint outings because I don’t know how to mention money” — Moses*, 25

    My friends like to be outside. We’re always meeting up in clubs and bars. I love hanging out with them, but I’ve started avoiding these outings because I don’t know how to mention money.

    Here’s how a typical outing with my friends goes: One of them calls and is like, “Moses, we dey XYZ place. You go show?” When I get there, we drink and eat. When the bill comes, sometimes the person who invited me pays. Most times, I have to contribute something.

    One time, the bill came to ₦80k, and my guy transferred ₦30k. The other guy with us transferred ₦20k, automatically meaning I had to transfer the balance, which I did. 

    There have also been times when I’ll arrive at the location and my friends will jokingly say I’m the one paying that day. Of course, I won’t want to fall hands, so I just pay. 

    I’ve started ignoring these invitations because I never know what they mean for my account. I’m not rich enough to have habits like that, and the worst thing is, I can’t even bring it up. How do you start a “How are we sharing the money?” conversation with your guys? It’s just weird. It’s better not to go unless I’m sure I can afford anything that comes up. 

    “My friend expects me to pay the biggest share of the expenses” — Anita*, 28

    I’ve been friends with Jade* since 2014, and we’ve been transparent with our earnings since we started working in 2020. 

    My salary has always been slightly higher than hers, usually a ₦30k – ₦100k difference, but it has translated to me automatically taking the bigger share of expenses. I think she actually expects it.

    We can be talking about getting a friend a gift now, and Jade will be like, “The gift costs ₦50k. Bring ₦35k, I’ll handle the rest.” One time, we planned a staycation and the cost came down to ₦150k. I handled the payments for the trip, and we agreed that Jade would just send me her share. She only sent me ₦50k and said, “You know you’re my sponsor.”

    I feel like my money is just another way to show love to my friend, so I don’t mind paying more. However, I sometimes wonder if that’s how everyone does it. Am I being a mugu, or is it not a big deal?

    *Names have been changed for anonymity.

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  • This is Charis*’ story, as told to Boluwatife

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    I’m an extrovert who doesn’t know how to keep friends. I know what you’re thinking: How’s that even possible? I don’t know either. All I know is I can walk into a room and vibe with everyone there, but it never goes past that. I’m terrible at keeping that “vibe” long enough to form an actual friendship.

    I’ve always been like this. My social nature means I stand out among my mates, and people tend to flock to me, even during my secondary school days. But then, when they come around, I engage them for a while, lose interest and move to the next thing or person that catches my eye. 

    In university, I just had acquaintances. We called each other friends but never talked about the important things. I couldn’t just call them in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep, tell them how I was crushing on one guy, or share my worries about my mum’s health. And it wasn’t really their fault. I just didn’t know how to put my energy into being close to people like that. 

    So when I got into my friend group in 2019, I couldn’t believe my luck. I met Rachael* during NYSC orientation at the Iseyin camp. She’d noticed I always got food in mammy market, walked up to me one day and went, “Are you related to Dangote?” I was still trying to understand the question when she laughed and explained why she said so. We became pretty close, and even when I started to withdraw, she’d come to my bed and talk to me. 

    Just before the end of camp, my mum passed away, finally succumbing to her long-term heart issues, so I had to leave camp early and return home to Lagos. Rachael kept in touch and even came down to Lagos a week before the burial to be with me. That’s when I officially became part of her friend group. She got her three other friends to call to sympathise with me and made sure they also came for the burial. I hit it off with them, and before I knew it, they’d added me to their WhatsApp friend group.

    Our friendship has lasted almost four years now because they put a lot into ensuring we all communicate on WhatsApp and even go on the odd girls’ trip. But I feel like the odd one out. Rachael and our other friends have known each other since university. I can just open our WhatsApp chat now and find 30+ messages of them sharing inside jokes or talking about someone I’ve never heard of. 

    They even like the same things. Anytime we plan a hangout, it’s almost always at someplace I don’t like because, by the time the others vote, I’m the only one with a different opinion. Let’s not even talk about how I’m a literal odd number. Before I joined, they were four in the group; I became number five. I sometimes feel like the third (or fifth) wheel, watching the others all perfectly paired up. They have this connection even outside our group activities, while the group is the primary thing I have in common with the four of them. It’s hard for me to just pick up the phone to call one of them and talk for hours. 

    Don’t get me wrong, they’re nice people, but I sometimes feel like I’m outside the group looking in. A perfect example is how, during Moyin*’s — one of our friends — wedding in 2021, Rachael would casually mention on the bridesmaids group chat that she’d discussed with Dara* when she slept over at her place the previous night, and they thought we needed to reconsider one thing or the other about our outfits. Like, aren’t we all in the same group for that purpose? What are these separate conversations about?

    Even their parents know each other. It’s not strange to hear that Moyin’s mum called Rachael on her birthday, or that Dara’s mum sent fish to Moyin. But just three months ago, I had to travel to Abuja for work. Moyin’s mum lives in Abuja, so the day before I travelled, I asked Moyin to tell her mum I’d like to stay over at their place. I was told the house was full and that their dad didn’t like impromptu visits. I understood, but I wondered, what if it was Dara who needed a place to stay? Wouldn’t they have found a way to help? I felt hurt, but I know Moyin would’ve helped if it was her house I needed to stay in.

    I’ve never told them how I feel because I don’t want to cause unnecessary drama. I know I can do a long group call just to rant, but I think I have to come to terms with the fact that they’ll always be closer to each other than me. They have common experiences I may never be able to relate to, but I guess that’s okay. 

    This is the closest I’ve ever gotten to real female friendships. I don’t have a best friend, but at least, I have people who look out for me, and that’s better than nothing.

    *Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity.

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  • If you’ve ever wondered what goes on in a Christian mother’s group chat, look no further. I snooped around my mother’s phone to see what goes down in her Catholic Women’s Organization (CWO) group. 

    Here are eight things you’ll always see in a typical godly Nigerian mother’s group chat.

    So many forwarded messages

    The first thing I noticed was so many messages were being forwarded from only God knows where. After every three messages, I’d see some kind of forwarded prayer or announcement.

    Endless Prayers

    If you have a mother in CWO, no village person can find you. Those women are reciting 50 decades of their rosary and saying at least five prayers daily for their children. 

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    Calling each other “Sister”

    The whole chat was giving reverend sister vibes. I can’t even count the number of times I read “Good morning sister” or “Remember today is our thanksgiving day dear sisters.” 

    RELATED: What She Said: I Have Been a Reverend Sister for 12 Years

    Assigning tasks to one another

    I saw a roaster for sweeping the church and it was giving strong secondary school labour day vibes. I know it’s for the Lord, but why can’t the same rule apply at home? Would like to see your father on a morning duty roaster.

    Baby dedications

    Can it really be a Nigerian mothers association without a deluge of prayers for newborns?

    Organising four-hour-long meetings

    Catholic mums have meetings every first Saturday of the month and a million times every other day. And no, there’s no singing or dancing  to Buga there.

    Broadcasts warnings on the latest in Nigeria

    Among the barrage of forwarded messages, there’s always an update on why everyone should endeavour to keep their children inside the house for one reason or the other. I’m guessing this is where all those long broadcast messages we receive originate from.

    Pictures of themselves 

    Those awkward angles 40+ selfies are scattered all over the group. I can’t bring receipts for this one sha, use your imagination.

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    Calling out bad behaviour

    The passive-aggressive texts were chilling. Happy to know that Nigerian mothers shout at themselves too.

    Supporting one another

    With everything in between, there’s also a lot of love in the group. Our mothers check in on themselves and show up for one another when they need to. It’s really sweet to see how older women support and connect with themselves. 

    Now that I’ve brought amebo from my mother’s group chat, share this article with your mum and let us know how it goes.

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  • Navigating male friendships can be interesting, funny, and chaotic all at once. But how exactly do you know that your friend group is solid and that you’re all in it for the long ride? Here’s a list of activities and experiences that unite male friends together by thunder or by fire. 

    1. Going on long ass road trips 

    If there’s one thing that will reveal your friends’ true colours, it’s a road trip. We’re not talking about a one-hour drive. We’re talking about distances like from Port Harcourt to Zaria. These are the types of journeys that open your eyes and ears to the friends who snore, fart or just have really bad taste in music. If you can survive a long road trip together, then your friendship is set for life. 

    2. Supporting opposing teams at the Champion’s League

    Should you and your friends all support the same football club? In an ideal world, yes. But life is constantly turning on its own and good friends are scarce so we have to look beyond their poor club choices. If you jam each other at a match, openly support each other but secretly pray for the other to fail. The game is the game. Friend groups that survive multiple matches with its members on opposing sides tend to be stronger than the third mainland bridge. By the way, if your friend supports Arsenal, it doesn’t count because they won’t win either way. 

    3. Surviving concoction poverty food

    Are you really friends if you haven’t all contributed your last N20 to buy and soak garri together? Sometimes it’s concoction rice and other times it’s eating eba with palm oil. Poverty will humble even the biggest of us, but mehn, it also has a way of bringing men together. By the time you guys get to the last spoon and one person says, “You can finish it,” that’s true undiluted love right there. 

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    4. Liking the same person 

    If this hasn’t happened in your friend group, raise your hands. No hands? Whoever said they’re plenty of fishes in the sea was either a detty liar or someone who match-made human beings with actual fishes. People keep saying that line, but everyone you meet is either taken or about to be taken, sometimes, by your close friend!. It do usually scatter some friendships, but real ones know that it’s bros over everything. 

    5. Surviving unprovoked SARS stop and search 

    Yes, we went dark real quick. Nothing brings people together faster than shared trauma and unfortunately for us, we live in Nigeria, and trauma is just seemingly the country’s default mode now. There’s something about seeing more than one guy in a car that just gets SARS excited to the point of foaming at the mouth. If you’ve driven with friends before, then you’ve probably experienced this once or twice. Stay strong, bro. 

    6. Beer parlour arguments 

    There’s nothing more satisfying than sitting down with the mandem for some beer, Nkwobi, and pepper soup. However, beer parlour yarns only start getting real when the heated arguments start about touchy subjects.  Arguments like this can be long and exhausting, but deep down, you can’t help but live for the drama. 

    7. The drunken night no one seems to remember 

    You know that night everyone in your group references but no one seems to remember what happened during it or how you all got home? That’s the night we’re talking about. Even when one or two people remember what happened, their stories are never the same. It might sound like the plot of a Hollyood thriller, but ask around. It happens. 

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  • Friendship groups can be stressful to maintain the older you grow, but friends make the world easier to handle because tbh, life just isn’t it. And having people in your corner makes up for it. Here are 10 people you need in your friendship group.

    1.The homebody

    Every friend group has this person in it. They are either tired, not in the mood, sleepy or broke. If you don’t invite them, wahala, and if you do, they’ll say no. Sounds like a goat to me.

    2. The one that calls you for classes and job opportunities

    This friend is basically in your life to make sure that you excel at life. If you don’t have one, then I’m sorry for you. In school, they probably spent most of their time reminding you about upcoming classes, assignments and projects. After school, they send job applications or seminar invites to you.

    3. Your ride or die

    Everyone knows that in a friend group, there’s always that pair that are a lot closer. This person knows how to sign a document on your behalf due to years of practice. This is a friend that hasn’t seen you in two days, but if your partner calls them to ask for you, they’ll lie that you’re with them.

    4. The birthday friend

    This particular friend doesn’t talk much or hang out with you often, but they can never forget your birthday. They call, text, write long epistles or send presents every year. Hold this one close.

    5. The scarily quiet friend

    These are so quiet, if your friend group is really large and loud, y’all probably always wonder why they’re still your friend. You can’t tell when they have entered or exited a room. It makes you wonder what goes on in their head.

    6.The money bag friend

    This person doesn’t even have to be rich, rich. They just have to be kind. If they buy anything, they always buy for the rest of the group, and they come through for everyone. It must be tiring to be so nice all the time.

    7. The one that knows everyone

    Walking around with this person is a nightmare. They must say hi to every Tom, Dick and Harry. They know everyone and their daddies. Why they know that many people is a puzzle.

    8. The friend with a dramatic life

    Their life is straight out of a TV show. The things that happen to you in a year, happen to them in a week. Sometimes you worry about them but they always bounce back. Their life is straight out of a TV show. The things that happen to you in a year, happen to them in a week. Sometimes you worry about them, but they always bounce back.

    Pov: You trying to make sense of their life.

    9. The soft friend

    If you have a friend like this, make sure you protect them. How can someone be so innocent and soft? Please protect this friend by all means.

    10. The friend that is family

    This friend has been to your ancestral home at least once. They are more of your mum’s child than you are. They feel so much like family, and you can’t imagine life without them. Also, you and this friend are always insulting each other like siblings.