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emotional ambivalence
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The Shock of our Life
I have always thought of making mama great despite how much bad
life has been treating me, It's 3 years now, a first class graduates
haven't gotten a job but some say it is not about the certificate but the
artificate, the engine (think-tank) on the inside of you that matters.
The good news is that I was called for an interview this morning well,
being called for an interview isn't a new thing to me. As usual I packed
my file, this will be the 12th interview in 3 weeks (as in, I done taya) I
quickly drank a cup of garri and set out joylessly, and honestl I was
angry just because I didn't use sugar for that garri its not that I didn't
have the money I will be using the last 700 naira with me for transport
and lunch. That's my life, I don't care much about break fast but lunch
is nonnegotiable I got to move for the 8:30am interview.
*7:12am*
Soon I stepped out with my white shirt, black tie, black trouser and my
only shoes. I love black colors, I would have love red because my
name is Valentine and red represents love, whatever. I live in Abuja,
and you see, Abuja is a town that one can live economically if you
want to, but the cost of transportation annually can start the
foundation of 1 bed room flat, very expensive.
Before long, I took a bus from Bwari junction to Beggar, I was careful
holding my pocket before I lose my last naira, (you know all this pick
pocket guys nah) Not too long the bus stopped at the next junction
and a lady showed up looking foiled, her Lexus jeep has frustrated
her, she looks like she got to meet up an appointment and her car just
broke down along the road, as the bus stopped, the following
conversation took place.
Lady: conductor I want to pay for the whole seat (pointing at the
second roll and I'm the only one sitting there)
Me: conductor where I go seat down?
Conductor: Oga abeg you go come down
Me: you say? (angry though still calm)
Conductor: Oga do come down, you know say passengers done scarce
now, see madam where wan buy one 4 seat.
Me: Four seat just to relax (straighting my four fingers above my head)
I started getting angry, I looked at my watch 14 minutes to go, if I get
down I will miss this interview
Me: madam manage this space naw
Lady: please hurry, I need to meet up with something,