It was another Saturday morning.
I was rotting in bed as usual. I’d been like that for days. Honestly, weeks.
But this Saturday was different.
For the first time in a long while, I actually had the desire to do something other than just lay there. I was tired of feeling sorry for myself.
I had quit my job months ago with no direction, no clear plan. I quit out of necessity, not because I wanted to be out of job.
That abrupt exit didn’t allow me any time to plan a next move.
And that lack of clarity dragged me into a depression — one that zapped every single ounce of energy I had to even get up in the morning
9-5 was all I’d known. I wanted more, but I didn’t know how to chase it, or where to start.
Back to that Saturday. That day, something shifted.
I told myself “this day has to be different”.
Not by doing anything groundbreaking… not by saving the world or curing cancer.
But by simply getting out of bed.
I just needed to feel alive again.
Then I remembered something that used to give me a little jolt of energy — exercise.
I used to enjoy exercising so much — not just the activity, but the community and everything in between. For a while, I let how I was feeling pull me away from something that fed my soul. But that morning, I decided it was time to go back to the gym.
My body didn’t feel like it, but my soul? My soul was screaming for something. Anything.
I dragged myself out of bed, scanned my closet for what to wear, and found a pair of sports leggings I’d gotten on a trip over a year ago. Never worn.
I slipped them on and — whew!
The fit? Perfect! Snatched. Fly. Need I say more?
I stood there for a moment, lost in my reflection. I forgot about my sadness for a second.
For the first time in weeks, I felt something.
I felt alive.
I actually got excited to go to the gym — not just to work out, but because I looked so… fly.
After that day, I found myself looking forward to dressing up for the gym. That became my reason for getting out of bed.
Before I knew it, I was constantly browsing the internet for activewear that made me feel that same way. But I found that the really good stuff was always outside Nigeria. And if I did find something here, definitely not in Abuja.
Then it hit me.
Look how healing this has been for me — just looking good to go move my body.
I wanted to create that for someone else.
And I didn’t want them to have to travel to find the good stuff.
I wanted to bring it closer. I wanted to bring it home.
It became my aim to create something that allows people to perform at their best while also feeling like their flyest selves.
this was the birth of EightActiv.
I hope you feel the spark it was birthed to give you 💚✨