TOFUNMI || Single Mum Rebuilding Lifestlye

Hi, I’m Tofunmi. Tofunmi Disu. A single mum, living in Lagos Nigeria, currently building her dream life. I became a single mum in 2020, just before the COVID Lockdown. Everything was fine, all was good and bliss. I was fully home, taking care of my son, with so much savings and was still getting paid monthly. However, after a while, the monthly payment stopped. I wasn’t bothered cause I had millions saved up. I was living in a 3 bedroom apartment with my baby and a live in nanny. After 6 months, I decided to start my fashion business (would come back to this soon). I opened up, had a lot of people pre-order their items from me. I shipped in from Turkey. If you’ve every bought clothes from there, you’d know they are expensive I went all in, brand launch, premium packaging, influencer marketing. It was all good. Countdown to launch where people would start receiving their packages And then the first drama, an attempted child kidnap. I almost ran mad. And then the devil moved into our compound in form of a tenant. Got me arrested on false evidence in less than 3 weeks of her living there. She did the same to someone else. Then, she flooded my apartment intentionally. Everything got spoiled. Down to the electricity and wiring of the house. As soon as Napa brought the light back, my house was on fire. Mind you, the water had already spoiled all the clothes and then the fire. I had to refund everyone. Millions lost, savings drained, straight into debt. Couldn’t keep the nanny, had to move back home. I got depressed, lost myself, lost hope. However, last year, I decided to clean up and rebuild again and I did so through skills I already had and some I learnt along the way. I didn’t start confident. I didn’t start with money. I started confused and with strong desire to do better for myself and child. This page will be about: - learning valuable skills - building income online - creating a life that actually feels good No rush, no pressure, just growth. I’m Tofunmi once again, and I’d love to meet you in the comments

Day 2/365 One decision One new chapter For years, I’ve been a full time content creator, always behind the camera, creating for brands, telling other peoples’s stories. This year, I’m choosing mine I’m building a full time lifestyle influencer career in 365 days. From now till the 31st of December 2026, I’ll be posting lifestyle content, every single day while documenting my journey in real time. The growth, the learning. My first brand deal, first paid collaboration, PR packages, 5k followers. Every win, every lesson, every step This is me choosing visibility Choosing consistency Choosing to show up fully Choosing to stop being afraid of success and just do it anyway. Real, Raw and Relatable. I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I’m excited to find out. If you love lifestyle content and real growth stories, you’re welcome here Follow along. Follow @tofunmidisu Let’s see what 365 days of showing up can really do. See you all tomorrow

Day 1/365 I’m deciding to document my entire life for the next 365 days and how best to start other than with a proper introduction. Hi, I’m Tofunmi Disu, a multi-hyphenate single mum living in Lagos Nigeria I happen to wear a lot of hats pretty and I love them all. I’m not here to just show you my life, but also teach how you can build yours too Do follow @tofunmidisu get your pen and paper and be ready to implement. See you tomorrow 🤗

It doesn’t look like a montage. There’s no music playing in the background. No slow-motion shots of you walking confidently into your new life. No visible turning point where everything clicked. It looks like waking up tired and making your son’s lunch anyway. It looks like sending a pitch email and not hearing back and sending another one. It looks like doing your skincare at midnight because that’s the only moment that belongs to you all day. It looks like saving small. Spending carefully. Saying no to things that don’t move you forward. Saying yes to things that terrify you. It looks like Lagos traffic and a full day of work and a full evening of content and a full night of trying to sleep before it starts again. Nobody takes pictures of this part. So you think nobody else lives in it. But this is where most of us are. In the middle. Not yet arrived. No longer where we started. I built this page to document this part honestly, because this part deserves to be seen too. If you’re in the middle right now, you’re not alone. I’m here too. Let’s keep going. So yeah, the thing nobody tells you about rebuilding your life is how unglamorous it actually looks.

The long days are the ones that teach you the most, about your work, your city, and how to move through it smartly. Alaba to Lekki to Bature Brewery in one day. Lagos will humble you and reward you at the same time. But I never move around this city at night without my Check-In Timer set on @triggerapp Nigerian-built, and it literally alerted my contact when I got too carried away watching football to check back in myself 😭 That’s the kind of backup every woman in this city deserves. Download TriggerApp free on the App Store & Google Play 🔗

I cried today. Real tears. A woman reached out to me this week. A stranger. Someone who had been watching my posts quietly from the other side of a screen. She said I deserved flowers. And then she didn’t send them through a dispatch rider. Didn’t hand them off to a staff member. She came herself. All the way. To deliver flowers to a woman she had never met in person because my story moved her. I didn’t know what to do with that. So I cried. Because here’s the thing about showing up every day on the internet. There are days it feels like you’re talking to nobody. Days you post and the silence is loud. Days you question whether any of this is reaching anyone at all. Days the algorithm feels like it’s working against you and you wonder if you should just stop. And then something like this happens. And you remember. Someone is watching. Someone is listening. Someone is sitting on the other side of a screen at 11pm reading your captions and feeling a little less alone because of something you said. Your story matters. Your showing up matters. Your honesty matters. Even when the numbers don’t reflect it. Even when it feels like nobody cares. Somebody always does. This woman will never fully understand what she did for me today. She didn’t just bring me flowers. She reminded me why I started this. She made me feel seen in a way I didn’t even know I needed. She made me feel loved by a complete stranger. And she gave me every reason to keep going, on the hard days, the tired days, the “I have nothing to post” days. I will keep showing up. For her. For every single person watching quietly. For the version of me that made a promise on January 1st and meant every word of it. To the woman who came all the way with flowers @thesurprisehub_byaijaay Thank you doesn’t feel like enough. But thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 🌸🤍 To everyone who has ever watched, read, saved or shared anything I’ve posted — you are the reason. Thank you for making this journey mean something. 🤍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

For a long time I edited myself in conversations. I even stayed away from conversations entirely at a point. When people asked what I did, I answered quickly and moved on. When people asked about my son’s father, I gave the shortest possible version. When people saw my apartment or my situation and made assumptions, I let them because correcting them meant telling the real story, and the real story felt like too much to carry in public. I performed a version of myself that was acceptable. Smaller. Cleaner. Less complicated. And it was exhausting. The moment everything changed was the moment I posted the full caption. The one that said: here is exactly what happened to me. Here is exactly where I am. Here is exactly what I’m building. 386,000 people watched it. Over a thousand came into the comments to say some version of: this is my story too. That’s when I understood. My story wasn’t a liability I was managing. It was a door I could open for other women who were living behind the same wall I’d built around mine. Your story is not too much. It is not a confession. It is not a weakness. It is the most honest thing you have and in a world full of performance, honesty is the rarest currency there is. Tell your story. Someone needs it more than you know.

Gradually building a wardrobe that’s not just functional but timeless too. And this gift fits perfectly into it 😍 What should we name her ladies?

You know how Nigerian family works. They don’t say it once. They say it at Christmas or Sallah, at naming ceremonies, at random Sunday lunches when you least expect it. They say it with their eyes and use body language before they even open their mouths. And for a long time, every time I walked into a room, I could feel the verdict before I sat down. Single. No husband. Baby. Business failed. Moved back home. What happened to that girl? I am not going to pretend that didn’t affect me. It did. It went very deep and stayed very long. We all know that being a single mum is frowned upon. There’s a “stigma” attached to it. People tend to shame single mothers and blame them for everything. But somewhere in the middle of trying to survive, I made a quiet decision after almost losing my mind completely. I was not going to argue. I was not going to explain. I was not going to beg anyone to see me differently. I was going to build. Quietly and consistently. Until what I am building becomes impossible to ignore. This page is that building. In public. One post at a time. If you’ve ever walked into a room and felt a verdict, this is for you. We build in silence until we see results. And then, we let the results be loud. Follow @tofunmidisu if you need that proof that it’s possible to rebuild after losing it all.

I almost didn’t book this shoot. 🖤 Not because I didn’t want to but because life has a way of making you feel like certain things can wait. Like you can wait. The professional photos, the intentional branding, the version of yourself you’ve been meaning to show the world… later. Always later. But I’m learning that later is a lie we tell ourselves when we don’t fully believe we’re ready. And I decided I’m done waiting until I feel ready. So when @363photography.ng slid into my DMs, I paid attention. The process was seamless from the very first message, booking confirmed, date set, no wahala. I walked into their studio and the staff received me so warmly I forgot I was nervous. And then the shoot just… flowed. What you’re seeing in these slides isn’t just photos. It’s me choosing to show up for myself. It’s me saying, this journey I’m on is real, it deserves to be documented, and I deserve to be seen. The black blazer. The set. The energy. All of it felt like me, well, the version of me I’ve been quietly becoming through every post, every long day, every moment I chose not to give up. And now they have a Lekki branch. So if you’re in Lagos and you’ve been putting off your own shoot, consider this your sign. Go be seen. Now tell me which slide is your favourite? Drop the number in the comments because I need to know I’m not the only one who can’t choose 😭 @363photography.ng

I’ve told you about the fire. What I haven’t told you is what I did the next morning. I woke up at 5am. Automatic. The way you do when you have a baby who doesn’t know your life just ended. He needed breakfast. He needed his bath. He needed me to be his mum, not a woman whose entire world had just burned, literally, while she slept. So I got up. I made the food. I did the bath. I smiled at him because his face expected it and I didn’t have the heart to show him what mine actually looked like. And then I sat on what was left of my things and I made one decision. I was not going to tell my story as a tragedy. Not because it wasn’t one. It was. Completely and entirely. But because tragedies have victims and I refused to be mine. I didn’t know what I was building yet. I didn’t have a plan. I had a baby and a phone and the stubborn belief that this moment was not the last page. It wasn’t. You’re reading the next chapter right now. If you’re in your morning-after moment, the one after the thing that nearly finished you, I need you to know: the next chapter exists. You just have to decide to write it. I’m Tofunmi. Follow this page. I’ll show you how mine is going. @tofunmidisu

Day 114/365: Second Brand Event of the Year. The influencer life is becoming very real and I am here for every single second of it. Today I attended the Orchid branch opening of @unclestansfoods and ladies, the vibes were lit. 😭🎉 Dancing. Games. Good energy. The kind of event that reminds you why showing up matters. Because you never know what’s on the other side of a yes. Oh and they asked me to spin the wheel. I won the free gift. Obviously. 😂 Because God loves me and that’s that on that. But can we talk about the real news for a second? @unclestansfoods is now open on Orchid road. At E Mart. Which means they now have SEVEN outlets in Lagos. Seven!! Uncle Stan is absolutely not here to play with us and I respect the vision deeply. 👏🏾 I also got to meet some of the most amazing and beautiful creators at this event and that part honestly fills my cup every time. There is something so special about being in a room full of people building something. The energy is just different. Hi by the way, if you’re new here. 👋🏾 I’m Tofunmi Disu. Content creator. Content strategist. Fashion store owner. Single mom. And a woman 114 days into a 365 day challenge to become a paid full time lifestyle influencer by December 31st. This is the journey. And it is getting really, really good. Go and get your small chops on Orchid road. You’re welcome. 😂 Let me know in the comments if you’d be visiting Uncle Stan’s and which piece is your favorite in the small chops pack. Chicken, puff puff, spring roll, samosa… which one is it?