My body finally said enough is enough

I woke up on Tuesday and couldn't move my neck. Deadass. I was stuck in bed staring at my ceiling fan for like 20 minutes trying to figure out if this was how I would die. At 23 years old. From a stiff neck.

My friend said it's because I spend 14 hours a day hunched over my laptop editing videos for clients who pay me in 'exposure' and 'we'll add you to the credits'. My neck is literally bent from carrying the weight of this Lagos hustle.

I had to call my neighbour to help me sit up. The embarrassment alone is enough to kill a person. But I think my body was sending me a message. We don't rest until our body forces us to rest.