He graduated. No job. No connections. No hope. Months of searching. Same story every time: “You need experience.” But how do you get experience when no one gives you a chance? 💀
So he made a decision. He packed his things and left Lagos. Not because he wanted to. Because Lagos had swallowed his dreams and spat him out. He went back to the village. To farm. 🧑🏽🌾
Then his own people turned against him. A graduate farming? They said he had lost his mind. They said he disgraced his family. Some actually wanted him banished from the village. Banished! For choosing to eat instead of starve. 😡
“The only offence I committed was being a graduate who came back to the village to build my life through farming.”
On April 25, 2026, he broke down completely. He called everyone — relatives in Lagos, friends in Ogun. Even his own brother said sorry, no space. He returned to the farm with tears in his eyes, wondering if his certificate meant anything at all. 💔
Then he posted one video on Instagram. Just one. Strangers flooded his comments. “Don’t give up.” “Farming is the new oil.” “These people laughing at you will soon beg you for food.” “We are proud of you.” Those words saved his life. 📱❤️
Now he is still on the farm. But now he is building openly. No more hiding. No more shame. Behind his farmland, a river flows. He says it’s a sign a new chapter is coming. 🌊
“This is me building and no more hiding. I’m currently in the farm.”
One person wrote: “They wanted to banish him. Wait until hunger comes. They will run to him for food.”
Now tell me — who is really foolish? The graduate farming and feeding himself? Or the graduate sitting at home waiting for a miracle?
“If my community people had their way, they would have banished me from the village, and the only offense I committed was returning to the village to farm after graduating from university.”
— Man recounts his experience and what gave him courage to continue farming.
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— CHUKS 🍥 (@ChuksEricE) May 11, 2026
