Over here, we are passionate about exploring the realities of men and talking more about the things that men don’t talk about enough and one of them is friendship. So today, we spoke to five men about the best thing a friend has ever done to me.
Fredrick, 27.
In 2017, I lost my job and was unemployed for about almost two years. When you are unemployed for that long and don’t have a family that can help you with bills, it gets really bad. I was tired of life and honestly wanted out of it. My friend knew it and stopped letting me stay alone because he knew I would probably harm myself. He would come over with food, or invite me out just so that I could eat without making it clear that he wanted to feed me. One day, I broke down and told him that I couldn’t do it anymore and that I had to kill myself, he took it upon himself to carry me to his house. I stayed there for three months, he fed and clothed me. He also helped me get into therapy and that really helped me get on the right track.
Daniel, 25.
Last year, I got arrested by the police and I was only able to send my location to my friend with a text message. It was around 11 pm and he entered his car and drove to the location and figured out the closest police station. He went there and brought out his press ID card and let them know he had called everyone. It took almost two hours of him raising hell and pulling every string he could to get me out of there. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t done all that.
Chukwudi, 23.
Steve, 25.
So my ex was, unknown to me, actually someone else’s girlfriend and because of this there was some drama between me and the guy as the guy was threatening me. One day, he came to my place and was trying to get to me so he could fight me. I called my friend and luckily, he lived close. Omo, he came the fuck through. I was grateful for that because I don’t think I had anyone else that could have come through that quickly especially when they are unsure of what would happen or how brutal it could get.
Tasie, 32.
I dropped out of university because of a mental breakdown and when I realized where I even was, it had been two months of me largely being despondent. I didn’t have money, my family didn’t know where I was, and I had no idea what to do with my life. I was staying with my best friend, and I was just there like what even is life? The thing my friend did that I am so grateful for is just allowing me to be there and come to realizations myself. He didn’t push me, he allowed me healed and when I asked for help, he also gave that to me. It took me almost a year to get to where I could afford to move out and he never for once complained or made me feel bad about it.
- Names have been changed for the sake of anonymity.
