The Diary Post - A Sleepless Night, Random Cravings & One Very Expensive Fan Coil - 06/04/2026

Hey family, welcome back! How are you guys doing today?

I hope your week started well and today is a lot smoother than mine, because let me tell you—the last 24 hours have been a complete pure drama. You know those days where it feels like the universe is just testing your patience (and your bank account)? Yeah, that was me today.

I would suggest you grab a cold drink, sit back, and let me gist you about how a simple night of "I can’t sleep" turned into a mission for fried yam and a very painful ₦23,000 conversation with a repair man.

Trust me, you can't even make this stuff up!
Omo, let me tell you... some days just decide to humble you for no reason at all.
You know those nights where your brain refuses to cooperate? That was me last night. I lay there staring at the ceiling like I was waiting for the secret to life to be written
No sleep. Not even a small "power nap." Nothing.

I really can't explain what happened. Maybe it was the heat (because Nigeria’s heat is currently on a different level of personal), or maybe it was my fan that decided to start acting like a generator. Or maybe my body just decided it was time to do "meeting" without inviting me. I was just there, tossing and turning. You know that feeling when you're turning left, then right, then adjusting the pillow, then kicking the blanket off? I felt like a piece of point-and-kill catfish being turned on a grill.

By the time it was 6:00 AM, my stomach started its own protest.
At first, I tried to play "big boy." I told myself, "Guy, just wait until 9:00 AM so you can eat proper breakfast." But my stomach replied with, "Who are you deceiving?" The hunger was hitting different. It was the kind of hunger that makes you start hearing colors.
So, by 6:20 AM, I was already in the kitchen. I wasn't even walking; I was on a mission.

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my 6am yam frying

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I ended up frying some yam, and let me tell you, that yam tasted like it was seasoned by angels. You see this thing called hunger? It’s the best chef in the world. It can turn ordinary fried yam into a gourmet meal from a 5-star restaurant. I sat there eating that yam in the early morning quiet, thinking, "At least the night wasn't a total waste."

When the sun finally came up, I didn't feel like a champion. I felt like a zombie that forgot its morning coffee. I knew I couldn't survive another night with that faulty fan, so I carried the "patient" to a repair shop. In my mind, I was thinking, "Maybe it’s just one small wire that disconnected. ₦2,000 should fix it."
I was dreaming.

The repair guy looked at the fan, shook his head like a doctor delivering bad news, and said: "Oga, the coil is burnt. It’s ₦26,000."
I almost fainted. ₦26k?! For a fan? I looked at the guy, then looked at the fan, then looked at my bank app. I was like, "Oga, is it a jet engine you want to put inside the fan?"

We started the "National Anthem" of pricing. After begging, narrating my life story, and almost shedding a tear, we settled for ₦23,000. It still felt like a robbery, but what can a man do? The heat doesn't respect your budget.

I got home, took a cold bath, and thought I could finally reclaim the sleep I lost but then it's day time now and I have things to do.

You cannot cheat nature, trying to sleep during the day when you missed your night sleep is like trying to use a power bank to jump-start a car. It just doesn't feel right. I slept for a bit, but I woke up feeling even more confused. You know that sleep where you wake up and don't know if it's Tuesday or 1995? Yeah, that was it. My body was still heavy, and my head was doing "vroom vroom."
I just decided to stay awake. I ate some warm rice, sat on my couch, and went into full "soft life" mode. No stress, no calls, no work. I just binged Snowfall. If you haven't watched it, please do. Franklin Saint is a whole vibe, and that series kept me glued to the screen. Before I knew it, I had finished a whole season.
Gym, Burgers, and "We Move"
Despite the exhaustion, I still forced myself to go to the gym later in the evening.

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that's me lifting the 60kg worth of weight

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Honestly, I didn't go there to break any records. I was basically just moving weights from one spot to another like a confused laborer. But I’ve learned that on days like this, it’s not about how much you lift; it’s just about showing up. Keeping the routine alive is a victory on its own.

By the time I left the gym, the thought of cooking was offensive to me. I just said, "I cannot come and kill myself," and headed straight to Burger King.

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the burger was gooood, haven't had it in a long time.

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A juicy burger, some fries, and a cold Coke. It was the perfect "comfort food" to end a very weird day. I got home, played a little PES to cool my brain, and now I’m finally ready to close my eyes.

The lesson for today? Respect sleep. Don't even try to argue with your body when it says it's tired. And also... pray your fan coil doesn't burn, because these repair prices are not for the faint of heart!
Anyway, we move. Tomorrow is another day for more adventures (and hopefully, more sleep).
Goodnight family!

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