Post by I AM ETIMBOK (@iametimbok)

The alarm buzzed at 4:30 AM. Rain was pounding the roof, and outside, the third mainland bridge was already gridlocked.

Eniola sat on her mattress in Surulere, clutching an iron that barely heated. Her salary was ₦75,000. Her monthly transit fare alone took ₦32,000.

At 11:00 AM in the office, the air conditioner breathed warm air while sweat dripped down her neck. Her supervisor dropped a ream of paper onto her desk with a bang, screaming because the printer jammed again.

Eniola didn’t shout back. She didn’t argue.
She placed her office ID card face-down on the blotter, picked up her handbag, and walked through the front glass door. No backup offer. Just ₦18,000 left in her account and a beat-up HP laptop with a dying battery.

That evening, she used her last cash to buy an MTN data bundle. She pitched five overseas clients on LinkedIn before midnight. Three ignored her, one said no, and the fifth asked: "Can you start tomorrow?"

Ten months later, Eniola woke up at 9:30 AM in a well-chilled room—billing remote international clients in USD from her bed.

The Lesson:
A salary is the bribe they give you to forget your own dreams. The risk of stepping out is scary, but the risk of staying where you are undervalued is fatal. Don't wait until you have perfect conditions; bet on your skills and move.

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