I Hide My Shame From My Mama For Two Years, Then One Phone Call Changed Everything

My sales job in Lagos was fake. The man collect my ₦85,000 savings, give me fake ID card, tell me to resume Monday. Monday I reach there, gate locked. Phone switched off. I stand there like mumu with my bag.

For two years I lie to my mama. Every Sunday she ask how work dey go, I say fine. I dey sell small small, I dey manage. But I no send her one kobo. My pride no let me talk. Then one Sunday she call me and say, Chidi, I know say things hard for you. Just come home. That one scatter me.

She never ask me for money that day. She just say come home. I cry like baby for Yaba bus stop. Till today I dey wonder how she know. Mothers get radar wey no dey fail.