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[STORY] Hey Dev Genius, still debugging your love life or your code?
Last Friday night, while most people were out partying, I was at home — face lit up by the soft blue glow of my laptop screen, eyes locked on a stubborn JavaScript error that had been haunting me for three hours.
I wasn’t drunk on alcohol — I was drunk on syntax errors.
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I had been working on a client’s e-commerce website, trying to integrate a payment API that refused to cooperate.
Everything looked fine — HTML, CSS, even my React.js components were rendering perfectly. But every time I hit checkout, boom — 500 Internal Server Error.
My brain was fried. My iced coffee had turned into melted regret.
Then I got a DM.
“Hey Dev Genius, still debugging your love life or your code?”
It was Jade — a friend I met during a coding bootcamp in Lagos. She’s one of those UX/UI designers who make Figma look like therapy. I replied,
“Both. But one has more bugs than the other.”
She laughed with a voice note, “Send me the repo link. Let’s solve it together before midnight.”
So we hopped on a Google Meet. My screen was shared, my VS Code glowing like a scene straight out of a Studio Ghibli tech fantasy. She squinted, clicked her tongue, and said,
“Your API key isn’t authorized. You’re calling the test endpoint with a live key.”
I froze. Three hours of debugging and she spotted it in ten seconds.
“You’re kidding me…”
“Nope. Even geniuses forget to switch environments sometimes.”
She was right. I fixed it, refreshed the page — and for the first time that night, the payment went through. I screamed like I’d just gotten a remote developer job at Google.
“It’s working! It’s working!” I yelled.
“Buy me dinner with that working code,” she teased.
I promised I would — once my freelance payment cleared.
Then she asked something that caught me off guard.
“Why are you still freelancing for small businesses when you could build your own startup?”
I paused. I’d been so deep in client projects — SEO optimization, website redesigns, and app development — that I’d forgotten why I started coding in the first place.
I said quietly, “Because I’m scared. What if my idea fails?”
She smiled. “Every line of code fails before it compiles. You debug, not quit.”
That line hit me harder than a TypeError.
So, the next day, I started working on something new — an AI-powered landing page generator that writes and designs custom websites for small businesses. I called it “PixelPulse.”
It took sleepless nights, dozens of Git commits, and enough coffee to power a spaceship. But when I finally launched it, something magical happened. The first user signed up — then ten, then fifty. Within a week, it went viral on Twitter (X) after a big tech influencer shared it with the caption:
“Built by a Nigerian dev who probably hasn’t slept in three days. Mad respect.”
I laughed so hard I nearly cried.
The sign-ups kept rolling in. The Google Analytics chart looked like a mountain. I thought I was living my dream.
Until I got an email.
Subject: DMCA Takedown Notice – Unauthorized API Use
Apparently, the “open-source” API I’d used for a key feature wasn’t so open after all. The company wanted me to pay licensing fees I couldn’t afford. My entire project was in danger.
I panicked. I texted Jade.
“They’re coming for my code.”
“Then we rewrite it. From scratch.”
That night, we stayed up till dawn — refactoring every endpoint, rebuilding features with new frameworks. She handled the UX/UI design, I managed the backend logic, and by sunrise, we’d saved PixelPulse.
We pushed to GitHub, deployed it again, and this time — it was all ours.
The next week, a local investor offered to back us.
We launched officially two months later. Jade became co-founder. I became CEO.
Now, we’re running a real tech startup — from our laptops, coffee shops, and sometimes, the floor of my tiny studio apartment.
Sometimes I still think back to that night. That single line of broken code that led to something real — not just in my repo, but in life.
Because in web development, just like in love, the best things come after the error message.