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When I was six years old, my parents began giving my younger sister and me ₦50 or ₦100 each daily during school holidays. Then my older aunt, who was around 13 or 14, would encourage us to save it. She kept a notebook where she logged our daily savings. At the end of every holiday, we would show our parents how much we saved, and they’d encourage us to buy something substantial, like a dress or birthday gifts for our siblings.
On some days, my parents would claim they didn’t have money just to teach us that the daily allowances weren’t guaranteed, but we didn’t mind since we weren’t even spending the money. Eventually, they bought us piggy banks, and we took over saving the money ourselves.
My dad is a lecturer at a higher institution, and my mum is a trader. Growing up, I thought we were rich. It was only when I got older that I realised we weren’t. My parents did their best to shield us from financial strain. They always told us, “If you need anything, ask us. Don’t buy it yourself.”
I could ask my dad for something, and he’d say, “not today. I don’t have money now,” but he’d still go ahead and do it. I was always assured that my parents would eventually get me whatever I needed (and even random wants). That built a lot of trust, and perhaps the notion that we were rich.
As I got older, I started paying attention to my parents’ conversations. As a child, your wants are trivial. I could ask for something worth ₦10k, which didn’t stretch my parents a lot. But over time, I began hearing them discuss household expenses and how there wasn’t enough money for certain major things.
At one point, my dad started a building project, and it took a massive toll on our household finances. My mum had to carry us through that period. Hearing “there’s no money for this” repeatedly made me realise we weren’t as comfortable as I thought.
My parents usually gave us small chores for tiny rewards, but the first significant time I worked for money was when I was 13. It was 2019, and I had just entered the polytechnic. My dad wanted me to learn how to do research projects, so he gave me his student’s project to type on the computer and paid me ₦8,000 for it.
He guided me through formatting the title page, preliminaries, abstract, and chapters, all the way to the appendix. I remember finishing and thinking, “Ha, this was so hard. I should have charged this man more.”
But ₦8,000 was the biggest amount of money I had ever earned at that point. I think I gave it to my mum to save, and later used it to buy novels and gifts.
I’ve always been academically fast. In primary four, a new government school opened that allowed pupils to resume JSS 1 before writing the Primary School Leaving Examination, instead of waiting a year. So, I skipped primary five, moved straight into JSS 1, wrote the exam there, and passed.
Then in SS 2, my dad suggested I write JAMB just to get a feel of the exam. I scored very well. He asked if I wanted to go to the university, and because I was tired of being bullied for being the youngest in my SS 2 class, I said yes. I wrote NECO, passed all my subjects, and applied to a university. They rejected me, though. They required candidates to be at least 16 years old, but I was 13. So, I applied to the polytechnic where my dad worked and was admitted.
Not immediately. I commuted from home, and my parents gave me transportation money. If I ran into my dad on campus, he’d give me money for snacks. It became frustrating because I wanted my own money, but I was 13 and didn’t know how to go about it.
I went on Google for answers, and my search led me to Wattpad. I started writing romance fiction on the platform. They didn’t pay me. I was just writing.
Eventually, in ND 2, I heard about another platform called GoodNovel that paid writers. So, I joined and landed a non-exclusive contract with them. The arrangement was that they’d pay only when the writer hit a certain word count in a particular time frame. I think it was around 150,000 words, which meant I had to write 2,000 to 3,000 words every single day for months to meet their earnings requirements.
I got paid $100 once and abandoned the platform. The workload was too intense.
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I started volunteering for a lot of things. I was a young child at a higher institution and didn’t have friends, so I felt I had to be doing something all the time.
I volunteered for two mental health brands, working as a social media manager for one, and as a content writer at the other. I realised I wasn’t really good at content writing, so I asked my dad for ₦3,000 to register for a content writing class. This was now 2021.
During the class, our tutor assigned content for us to write and published it under her name. That class helped me see that I could write practical articles, not just romance stories. It also opened my eyes to the possibilities of working remotely.
Even after the class ended, I kept researching and looking for opportunities. I finished my National Diploma around this time and moved on to the university in 2022. That same year, in 100 level, I noticed someone’s name under the “author” section of a post on a lifestyle platform.
I was very curious about how to get published, so I got a contact from the website and pitched them. At the time, I didn’t even know what cold pitching was. I just told them I wanted to write for them, too.
They said I would need to contribute 10 articles before my name could be published on their website. After that, I became a regular contributor, writing for their business and career categories. Sometimes I also did SEO. They didn’t pay, but I wasn’t in it for money.
That said, they started sending me occasional freelance writing gigs from other clients. I charged ₦1 per word for 2,000- to 3,000-word articles. Over seven months, I got about six or seven gigs from them.
At the same time, a friend paid me ₦5,000 monthly to manage the social media account for a mental health brand she was working with. The money only covered data, but again, I wasn’t focused on income. I spent my early career volunteering, and I always took the jobs seriously. People would ask me, “This work you’re doing, how much are they even paying you?”
Me, I just liked bringing excellence into everything I did. I was also really curious. When I wasn’t working, I was on my laptop, learning everything from SEO to Canva.
About seven months. Four months in, my friend hit a rough patch and stopped paying the ₦5,000 allowance, but I worked for three more months anyway until I became completely burnt out.
I was also writing academic research papers for my HOD for zero pay. Combining that with school, contributing articles for the lifestyle platform, and managing social media became overstimulating. So, I quit both the contributor duties and social media management to focus on the research papers and my studies.
The break was short-lived, though.
I found another job to do in 200 level. Someone posted a vacancy for a social media manager role, and I used my volunteer experience to build a CV and applied. I got the job, and my salary was ₦40k monthly. This was 2023.
I worked there for a full year, managing a tech professional’s LinkedIn, Instagram, and Facebook pages daily. It was my first official, steady-paying corporate job. However, posting daily, engaging with comments in real time, and managing school work put so much pressure on me. I was also writing people’s projects and seminar papers. Those paid me ₦20k/seminar and ₦10k/project chapter.
By January 2024, I was overstimulated again. I struggled with leaving because it felt like I was betraying my boss. I’d never resigned from an official paying job before, and it felt weird. But I eventually had to leave. I was so overwhelmed.
I took another short break, and, in April 2024, I joined a non-profit community as a volunteer content marketer and program manager.
It wasn’t at first, but as usual with me, I did the most there. I poured so much effort and worked so hard that the founder decided to start paying me ₦20k/month. She didn’t pay the other volunteers, just me. The payment started from September and lasted through December 2024.
When I was heading into my final year, she suggested we pause so I could focus on my project. She wanted me to take on more roles, but she knew final-year students handled so much schoolwork and didn’t want to overwhelm me. I honestly didn’t think it was anything I couldn’t handle, but I agreed. Two months later, in February 2025, she recommended me for a social media manager role at a podcast brand paying ₦85k/month.
In July, a LinkedIn contact reached out to me about another job opportunity. That’s how I got a full-time content marketing offer at a fintech company. To be honest, I was a bit scared. I hadn’t worked in content marketing before, but when I saw the job description, it was very similar to what I’d done all these years. I decided I’d take the job and work very hard to figure it out.
The salary was ₦100k, so my monthly income jumped from ₦85k to ₦185k instantly. This coincided with my writing my final exams and signing out of university.
Actually, I have three now. I started my NYSC year in May 2026, and I work as a social media manager and content creator for a digital skills training brand. They pay me ₦20k/month, and I get ₦77k allawee from the government.
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