When pocket money lands, life feels like a movie.

You’re walking with confidence, greeting people you don’t even know. Suddenly, you remember you deserve enjoyment. Chicken, shawarma, chilled drinks… “I’ve suffered enough” , you tell yourself 😌

A few days later, reality taps you on the shoulder. Gently at first.

You downgrade small: Indomie + egg. Still manageable. You even convince yourself it’s your favorite meal. “Simple life, no stress” 🍜🥚

Then, the account balance starts speaking in tongues.

Now it’s garri, bread, roasted corn… survival mode activated. You start saying things like “I just want to eat light” or “I’m detoxing” 😭

At this stage, pride has left your body. You calculate everything. “If I buy biscuit now, will I still have transport money?” Suddenly, pure water becomes a full meal.

Then comes the final stage…
Money has finished. No alert, no hope. You have now become the chicken itself 🐔
You start roaming around: “Guy, you don chop?”
“Aunty please, no leftover?”
“Who is cooking? I can help you fetch water…” 

You visit friends at the exact time they’re about to eat — coincidence ke? We know what you’re doing 😂
At this point, you’ve mastered the art of strategic presence.
Anywhere there is food, somehow… you are there.
But somehow, you survive.
Because student life isn’t just about books,  it’s about resilience, creativity, and knowing how to stretch ₦500 for 3 days like a financial expert 💀
And when the next pocket money finally comes…
Cycle resets 🔁
Because no matter how many times we suffer, once money enters — we go still buy chicken 🍗😂💔