Sometimes, life puts you in messy situations where you鈥檙e not sure if you鈥檙e doing the right thing or not. That鈥檚 what Na Me F鈥� Up? is about 鈥� real Nigerians sharing the choices they鈥檝e made, while you decide if they fucked up or not.
Deji*, 32, came back to Lagos from Canada for Detty December expecting nothing more than good music, old friends and a good time. However, when a road trip with a close friend ended in an unexpected expense and an awkward fallout, he found himself questioning the line between generosity and entitlement.
When you鈥檙e done reading, you get to decide: did he fuck up, or not?

This is Deji鈥檚 Dilemma, as shared with Adeyinka
I came back to Lagos for Detty December expecting a good time. I wanted to rest, enjoy myself and reconnect with people I hadn鈥檛 seen in a long time. I didn鈥檛 plan for anything stressful; I just wanted the trip to feel easy.
Tade* is one of my closest friends. We鈥檝e known each other for years, and I鈥檝e always seen him as someone I can move with without overthinking. Since I landed, we鈥檝e been hanging out almost every day. We鈥檝e gone for raves, two concerts and have a few more shows lined up. From the beginning, we agreed to split bills. Everyone paid their way, and it never felt like an issue. That was why I didn鈥檛 expect a road trip to Ibadan to change the dynamic between us.
I had a wedding to attend in Ibadan and didn鈥檛 want to go alone. More than that, I needed someone to drive. I don鈥檛 have a car in Lagos, and I wasn鈥檛 keen on navigating a December road trip with a random driver. Tade was the obvious choice.
When I asked him, he wasn鈥檛 enthusiastic. He talked about the long drive, traffic and stress. I understood his hesitation, so I didn鈥檛 push. Eventually, he agreed, but only on the condition that I would fuel his car to Ibadan and back. I was surprised by the request, but I didn鈥檛 argue. I agreed and told myself it wasn鈥檛 worth turning into a back-and-forth.
The trip to Ibadan went smoothly. The wedding was nice, we ate well and joked through most of it. I was genuinely glad I didn鈥檛 travel alone. On our way back to Lagos, the car started acting up somewhere along the road. We pulled over, called a mechanic, and after checking it, he said we needed to fix it immediately if we wanted to continue our trip. The cost was a bit over 鈧�100,000.
Before I fully processed what he鈥檇 said, Tade turned to me and asked me to pay for it. I was taken aback.
In my head, a lot of things were happening at once. I鈥檇 already paid for fuel both ways. I鈥檇 covered feeding during the trip. Beyond this particular outing, I鈥檇 also brought him clothes from Canada, two pairs of sneakers and a designer perfume. I didn鈥檛 bring those things as leverage, and I hadn鈥檛 thought of them as something to count, but they were very present in my mind in that moment.
I told him I couldn鈥檛 pay for the repairs. It was his car. We had agreed on fuel, not maintenance or repairs. If something had happened to my phone or my luggage during the trip, I wouldn鈥檛 have expected him to pay for it. I felt like I had already held up my end of what we discussed.
Tade didn鈥檛 argue with me or raise his voice. He paid for the repairs himself and got back into the car. From that point on, his mood changed completely.
The rest of the journey to Lagos felt uncomfortable. He barely spoke. When I tried to make conversation, his responses were short and flat. By the time we got back, it was obvious something had shifted between us. Since then, he鈥檚 been distant.
He still replies to messages, but there鈥檚 a noticeable change. He takes longer to respond and doesn鈥檛 initiate plans the way he did before. We had already talked about more Detty December outings, but now I鈥檓 not sure if he鈥檒l show up or not.
From my perspective, I didn鈥檛 abandon him or leave him stranded. I paid for fuel as agreed. I covered food. I showed up as a friend in ways that weren鈥檛 transactional. I didn鈥檛 start listing those things to him because I didn鈥檛 want to sound petty, but I can鈥檛 pretend they don鈥檛 exist.
At the same time, I keep wondering if I missed something obvious. Perhaps from his perspective, it felt like I had used his car and time, and then refused to step up when things went wrong. Or maybe he assumed that, since I was visiting from abroad, unexpected expenses would naturally fall on me.
If he had said from the start that I would be responsible for any damage to the car, I would have thought more carefully about taking the trip. I might have still agreed, or I might have made a different plan. What unsettled me was the assumption that I should automatically take on that cost.
Now I find myself replaying everything. Should I have just paid and moved on, especially since money wasn鈥檛 much of an issue? Or was I right to draw a line and refuse responsibility for something we never discussed?
What makes this harder is that I value our friendship. Detty December is meant to be chill, but I鈥檝e spent part of it navigating guilt. I don鈥檛 want this to be the incident that ruins our relationship. At the same time, I don鈥檛 want to apologise for something I don鈥檛 fully believe was wrong.
I鈥檝e been present and generous. And yet, here I am, questioning myself.
*Names have been changed to protect the identity of the subjects.




