Bayobi Show

Continuation of Part 1:

After all the suffering…

No money to pay for accommodation.
Days when I couldn’t even afford to eat 🍽️

I found myself in a place I never imagined.

I joined a local church.

Not because I had everything figured out…
but because I needed somewhere to breathe again.

One day, I was asked to share my story.

I didn’t want to.
It felt too painful to say out loud.

But I spoke anyway.

About the struggle.
The loneliness.
The nights I couldn’t sleep.
The days I smiled outside but felt empty inside.

And for the first time since I arrived…
I felt seen.

People listened. Really listened.

That moment changed something in me.

Not long after, one of the members helped me get a small menial job.

Nothing big. Nothing fancy.

But it was enough.

For the first time in a long while, I could pay my rent.
I could eat without fear.

And that small stability meant everything.

From there, life slowly began to shift.

Not overnight. Not magically.

But gradually.

I started to find my balance.
I met people who helped me along the way.
I learned how to survive… and then how to stand again.

Life is still not perfect.

Money is not always enough.

But it is not like it used to be.

And looking back, I realize something important:

Abroad is also a place of struggle.

It is not a bed of roses.

The difference is that when you eventually get a job, life becomes easier, until you find your footing.

But before that, there is survival.

So if you are planning to come abroad, prepare well, at least for the first few months.

Because you are coming to a place where you may not have family to run to.

The moment you leave your country… you are on your own.

And while it can be a place of opportunity and growth…
it also demands strength, patience, and preparation.

The truth is simple: abroad is not easy, but it can get better.

I thought coming abroad would make life easier ✈️
I believed the struggle was something I had left behind.

I was wrong.

Two months.

That’s all it took ⏳
Everything I came with… finished.

I remember checking my account balance 💳
Refreshing it again and again, hoping something would change.

Nothing did.

That was the moment it hit me, I was completely on my own.

No one tells you how fast money disappears out here.
Every small thing costs something.

You start asking yourself questions you never used to think about…

Should I eat now or later? 🍽️
Can I afford transport today? 🚌

And the hardest part?

You can’t even tell anyone.

Because to people back home, you’ve “made it” 🌍
So you smile, you say you’re fine…

But you’re not.

Some nights, you can’t sleep 🌙
You just lie there wondering if you made the right decision.

But going back doesn’t feel like an option either.

So you wake up ☀️
And you try again.

Even when you’re tired.

Even when nothing is working.

This is not what people think “abroad” is.

This is survival.

Part 1.

So my front hair has been misbehaving and breaking, and I said okay na, let me just trim it small. Hubby was helping me, everything was going well… until visitor decided to show up 🙄

We parked the haircut and attended to the visitor.

After hubby saw the visitor off, madam impatience (me) carried clipper to “just level it small” by myself. Ha! 🤦🏽‍♀️ Before I could say Jesus is Lord, I had dug it sooo low 😭😭

At that point there was no salvation. Hubby just looked at me like, “what have you done?” 😂 He had to balance everything and make it equal.

This is the final result ooo. I wasn’t happy at first, I won’t lie 🥲 But since hair will grow back, I will rock it like this with full confidence!

if you don’t have patience ehn……….

So let me ask you, what stage are you with your study process. Anyone can help a friend

Don’t Fear Change

When Chika got a job offer in Abuja, she almost turned it down. She had never lived outside of Enugu, and the thought of starting all over — alone — felt overwhelming. But something in her told her to take the risk.

The first few weeks were hard. She missed home, knew no one, and spent most evenings inside, second-guessing her decision. But slowly, things started to shift. A colleague invited her out one weekend, she found a nice little book café near her flat, and soon, Abuja started to feel like hers.

Now, two years later, Chika says that move was the best decision she ever made. Not just because of the job, but because it forced her to grow, meet new people, and discover strength she didn’t know she had.

Have you ever taken a big leap like that? How did it turn out? Share in the comments.