Daniel Ogooluwa looked at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time, and also he looked about him in the reception. His feet were dancing-or rather, he was shaking them- as he expected the secretary to call on him anytime.
He is a 24-year-old man, who had just graduated from the University Of Lagos with a first class in business admin..
He knew he would get the job, what else do the company want. He had made sure he was always the best at everything he did.
He made sure he got the best score in every course, and that was why he really cried the day he got lower than 70 in one of his courses.
Daniel checked the wristwatches again; it was a Rolex which was given to him as a gift by one of the ladies he taught a work helped her pass well in her exams while he was still in school.
'Daniel Oghoholuwa', the secretary called, pronouncing his surname 'Ogooluwa' with the accent of one from the eastern part of Nigeria.
Daniel stood up. She pointed the way to him, but he did not wait for her direction as he had started moving towards the interview room. He feared what he would meet. This was his first interview; the first since he was born.
He opened the door, and felt like running back when he saw the eyes of the people seated behind a big black desk. Four people- three men and a woman whose disposition can make any (emotionally) weak man pee in his pant- were there waiting for him to come inside.
He dragged his feet as he moved to the wooden chair that was placed at the side of the desk he was coming from.
Blood was draining away from his head and were moving slowly towards his legs. He needed to sit down, and so he sat down.
The interviewers looked at themselve in an amused way, and this made Daniel happy; he was happy that he had done things that had made his interviewers happy.
' Welcome', the woman started as the others seems to be short of words.
' Mr...' She picked up his CV,' Daniel Ogooluwa'.
' Thanks ma'.
' Please sell yourself'.
At first Daniel thought it was a compliment and was expecting her to continue what she was saying but she did not talk; instead she rested back in her chair, a pen dangling furiously in between her teeth.
Daniel blinked, and wondered what she meant. Sell? Sell?
Blood were flushing out of his face, and he couldn't breathe well neither could he stop blinking. He felt the cold air of the Air conditioner blowing his face, and he wasn't sure if he had not become permeable because he was shaking internally. His eyes roamed to the curtains of the windows and rested on their design, but he took them off again and stopped at head of one his interviewers and quickly surveyed the lenght of its baldness before returning to the woman.
' Sell... Sell myself?' Daniel asked pushing himself to the edge of the chair he was sitting on, and that one screeched.
' Yes... I said sell yourself', the strict voice of the woman affirmed.
Daniel swallowed hard as he nodded.
' I don't understand you'.
' Okay... What she was trying to say is that you should tell us about yourself- something like that' said a man whose tie refused to go lower than the third button of his shirt.
Daniel tried to say all he could- to impress them. Then
' What leadership position have you held before?' The woman asked again.
Daniel did not know when he rested his back on the arm chair and sighed.
' None...ma'.
They asked other questions, and told him they would get back to him; however, he did not receive any call from them.
Later, he went to other interviews but he still was not called, and this made him wonder what was wrong; in fact, at one of such interviews, he misplaced his phone which he forgot on the seat he sat on at the reception where he thought for a long time and tried to decipher the reason behind his numerous failure.
At this trying time, Daniel recalled those days he detested politics;leadership; all religion and the rest, now he is in for it.
He had limited Education to just studying work alone, now he had to face the consequence. He did not have all the required skills to be a worker.
Three years later, he got a job at a small pure water company and from there he started his education.
*The End*

Following bumper to bumper

johnwizey:
Following bumper to bumper

Oga mi sir...
that is the end..
I have passed the message I needed to pass.

Divepen:

Oga mi sir...
that is the end..
I have passed the message I needed to pass.

Yes boss. More ink to your pen

johnwizey:
Yes boss. More ink to your pen

Thankx

Very interesting. Thanks for the piece of advice

tattesco:
Very interesting. Thanks for the piece of advice

You are welcome baba... What are we all here for? We are here to help ourselves

Nice. But you need to pay attention to details: sequence of tenses, omission of articles, concord, punctuation, and compactness of sentences. Good work. No be to graduate with first class be the koko!

slap1:
Nice. But you need to pay attention to details: sequence of tenses, omission of articles, concord, punctuation, and compactness of sentences. Good work. No be to graduate with first class be the koko!

nice. Pls read my own story via my signature

slap1:
Nice. But you need to pay attention to details: sequence of tenses, omission of articles, concord, punctuation, and compactness of sentences. Good work. No be to graduate with first class be the koko!

Thanks, Let me start work on them

tattesco:
nice. Pls read my own story via my signature

I've read the bit I could. You're doing good. Note that full stops, exclamation/question marks and commas come before the closing quotation marks, not after.

So you should punctuate like this " A b c,?!." and not "Abc"?!. as I've observed in your writing. Keep it up!

slap1:
I've read the bit I could. You're doing good. Note that full stops, exclamation/question marks and commas come before the closing quotation marks, not after.

So you should punctuate like this " A b c,?!." and not "Abc"?!. as I've observed in your writing. Keep it up!

correction noted. E se o. That is my first ever story.