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The Nollywood‑worthy drama of a Nigerian workweek
Starring: Alarms, Danfos, and the quiet Heroism of Showing Up
PROLOGUE - THE WEEK Nigeria, Monday isn’t just
a day. It’s a production AS CINEMA
The cast: Millions of everyday heroes.
The soundtrack: Generators, street hawkers, and
the occasional motivational WhatsApp broadcast.
The plot: A journey to weekday battle —
and back again from weekend bliss.
Lead Actor: Solomon, takes us through the
three‑act epic we all know too well.
ACT ONE - SUNDAY NIGHT: THE
SILENT WAR
8:59 p.m. — The weekend is still
breathing, but barely.
The fan hums. A neighbour’s generator coughs.
WhatsApp family groups erupt with blessings:
“Good
night o, blessed week ahead, in Jesus’ name!” — Aunty Blessing
Solomon replies with a single emoji, while calculating how many hours of sleep he’ll get if he closes his eyes right now.
Then he
sees it — the shirt he wash.
He stares was supposed to. He shrugs.
“We go
manage am like that. Nobody died from wearing a shirt twice.”
By 11:00
p.m., he’s lying in the dark, eyes wide, the narrator’s voice echoing:
“Little
did Solomon know… the real battle had not yet begun.”
ACT TWO - MONDAY MORNING: THE
HERO’S RETURN
The alarm
explodes like a villain’s laugh.
Solomon rises in slow motion, duvet sliding off like a royal cape.
Wardrobe
inspection becomes troop review.
In the kitchen, steam rises from his tea like ancestral blessings.
“Ah… this
is not tea. This is courage in liquid form.”
EXT. STREET - MORNING
Danfo
buses screech. Okadas weave. Hawkers dart between cars with trays of gala and
plantain chips balanced like Olympic torches.
A
conductor leans out:
“Ojuelegba!
Enter with your change o!”
Solomon
adjusts his shirt and mutters:
“Today,
Monday will not disgrace me.”
The
narrator booms:
“And so,
Solomon stepped into the battlefield of Monday… armed with courage, caffeine,
and the unshakable hope that Friday would come quickly.”
ACT THREE - FRIDAY EVENING: THE
SWEET REDEMPTION
The sun
dips low, painting Abuja in gold.
The clock ticks toward 5:00 p.m. like a drumbeat of freedom.
Then… it
happens.
The soundtrack bursts into jubilant highlife.
Solomon stands, gathering his things with man who has fought the swagger of a
the good fight and won.
On the
street, the air tastes sweeter.
Hawkers wave gala like victory flags.
Okadas zoom past, danfo conductors still shouting, but today their voices sound
like a celebration.
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