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Education / Re: 7 Months after Induction, Yet no Pay! PTDF 2016 LSS Scholar Laments! by JamesVIIILegend: 1:03pm On Mar 01, 2017
So many things in Nigeria, presently, do not make sense at all. Excellence that should be applauded and well rewarded is fast becoming forgotten and sometimes, even derided.
it is a pity.
But Op, I'd like to think you guys will all be remembered eventually.

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Jobs/Vacancies / Re: How God Used Nairaland To Get Me This Job After A Lot Of Struggles by JamesVIIILegend: 6:04pm On Oct 10, 2016
ULSHERLAN:
Op why are you lying. Saw this somewhere else some time ago
I am the one who authored this post bro.
The nairalander it happened to told me the story personally and asked me to help him write it.
It took me over two hours to even type and rewrite.
I wrote it on Facebook and it was shared over 200 times, I have been on Nairaland for a while and I thought I would also like people here to read and be encouraged.

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Jobs/Vacancies / How God Used Nairaland To Get Me This Job After A Lot Of Struggles by JamesVIIILegend: 10:10am On Oct 10, 2016
Yesterday makes it exactly 4 years that I graduated from UNIBEN with a BSc, second class upper. By God's grace, I finished with a 4-pointer CGPA and I left school with great delight and hope for the future.
In the last four years, a lot of things have happened. Yesterday was also the end of the service year for many erstwhile corpers, so I took the pain to write this down and share my story, hoping that everyone, especially those seeking for job opportunities will learn a thing or two.
As a young graduate in 2012 and 13, there were many challenges I faced and Some of them were even more serious sometimes because of my Christian faith
I graduated at the age of 26 and when i write application for jobs, some employers ask for long years of experience and age restrictions. Notable among these is the KPMG which I applied for but they didn't accept application from those over the age of 25. I was tempted severely and severally to swear affidavit in a court of law so I could adjust my age and be able to get these jobs.
A friend who was 27 when we applied did the same and got called for interview within months, when he told me about it that evening, it was just God that held me back from calling his runs guy to help me arrange mine.
I remember one of those days during NYSC when a sudden fear came upon me and I became sad within just because of the realisaytion that some good and reputable companies place age restrictions on their recruitment processes.
I prayed and wept that day and also made a vow never to lie about my age for any reason.
Fastforward to after NYSC- February 2014
I submitted applications in numerous places and in some instances invited for interviews. In a particular case, I lost the opportunity because I couldn't drive.
Two weeks after that one, there was a particular job opportunity I missed that brought tears to my eyes and pained my family members also.
It was a teaching job in one of those first-class sixth form Colleges in Lekki, Lagos.
Though they asked for experience, because of my passion for academics and also because the job was more or less a lecturing job considering the role, I decided to try my luck. The very idea of teaching excited me so much.
I applied and fortunately I was shortlisted for an interview.
Getting to the venue, I found out it was a very corporate school, they even had white students. The school had connection with some universities abroad.
The interview included some international exams including Cambridge exams for me. The exam was very hard and some questions were strange but I just tried my best.
After the written test, I was orally interviewed.
I told them the amount expected as salary, issue bothering around experience and so on.
About a week later, I got a message that I passed the first stage of the interview and I was invited for a final selection chat in Eko hotel and suites in Lagos.
Before that day, I had only seen Eko hotel on pages on newspapers and on the TV.
I didn't even know what to wear. I had no suit nor jacket. The shoe I wore for the interview was my grandad's.
On getting to the venue of the interview with my well-ironed shirt, tie and trousers, it turned out I was the only person not wearing suit,
We were shown to the office of a white man and soon, we started.
I need to state here that the institution hired a consultant to handle this recruitment for them, not all these agents.
When it got to my turn, I was right before the main man from the school and the consultant. The issue of experience came up again, but the consultant excused me and said I had no problem since I was personally recommended by the man teaching the subject because of the way I answered the question when he interviewed me in the written test.
The main man said since everyone one was okay with me. I was offered a congratulatory handshake and that was it. Even though I'd told them I would accept anything higher than 60k, they told me they would do better than that.
I was told I would be invited for a class practice just for formality since it was already concluded I've got for the job.
I left the place full of joy. I was so very glad. I couldn't wait to get home and inform my people. I even called them on my way home and they rejoiced with me.
Everyone was happy.
It was less than 2 months after NYSC- April 2014.
I started expecting to hear from these people but I didn't hear anything.
I was just sitting at home, expecting to resume my wonderful job. I even stopped applying for other jobs.
After about two weeks or thereabout, I decided to go to the school and find out the state of things.
I received a very sad news.
I was told the people they employed had resumed two weeks before that day.
I was also informed that nobody was employed for the subject I applied to teach. They said the person occupying the position who planned to leave the country changed his mind.
I stood there looking at the man like a ghost. I was devastated.
That was how the dream of working in such a nice environment was cut short.
When I got home and told my people, eyes were red but they tried their best to comfort me.
I had to settle for a teaching job of 25k per month I got through an advert on Guardian newspaper.
One thing about this particular teaching job was that I was told from onset that they assist their students during external exams. I also made it clear I would never be involved but would teach the students very well
For one reason or the other I was employed.
At a time in this school, I was the only teacher not assisting during external exams. I was overloaded with work. Sometimes I had no free period throughout the day. And the proprietress was not helping matters. She could humiliate anybody.
I felt like I was in a prison. To attend interview elsewhere na big wahala if she found out.
A time came I attended an interview with an insurance company. I was later invited for a four or three days training which did not connote automatic employment.
This school will never give me such time. NEVER.
I had only one option, take the risk and resign or forfeit this new opportunity.
I sought counsel from my Pastor who advised me and asked me to pray and take a final decision.
Eventually, I resigned.
My resignation led to war with the proprietress. She cursed and humiliated me that day when I asked for the previous month salary because it was a new month. I was so humiliated that I wept that day.
She rained abuses on me but I didn't reply her, not one word.
All I kept saying was 'I reject it in Jesus name'.
That was how I forfeited a full month salary and lesson fee for both Neco and WAEC for SSCE and also for junior WAEC.
I attended the training in the Insurance company only to find out that the job was a form of ADVANCED SLAVERY worse than the previous teaching job which I left behind.
So I was jobless once again.
This was May 2015 and I was staying with my Grandparents all this time.
I started struggling to get something doing
I attended some sham job interviews that the offer was nothing to write home about at all.
I was very desperate to get a job, but I couldn't put up with what was coming my way- they were not just worth it at all. Many employers are out to take advantage of the teeming unemployed youth in this country and I was not ready to be a slave.
One day, I stumbled on a post for employment on nairaland for the post of a Personal Assistant, PA.
I called the number and was asked to come for interview the following day.
I was selected for the job among the people that came for the interview.
It was a 50k starting job but I opted for it all the same.
That was how I was employed as PA to the Managing Director.
The first time I met the MD, he wasn't sure I was the type he really wanted. I guess it was due to the way I dressed.
He gave me few assignments which I did very well.
Before long, he complained about my dressing. He said I was not dressing up to his standard.
But he didn't just complain about it.
Some days later, he called me and took me to shoprite building.
He was just picking the clothes himself while I watch. Both shirts and trousers, all for me, without me paying a dime.
The one that surprised me was a belt he bought for me for 7k, till today, the belt is still as new.
The following day, he added sets of shoes from his personal closet. One of the shoes was even brand new. He did all these without deducting a penny from my salary.
The change around me was obvious to people, even in church. I tried my best to work very hard and my salary was reviewed upward in less than 6 months.
I didnt even know how to thank God for everything.
Despite the recession, this year in particular has been so wonderful in our company.
We went outside the state for a job together, and he left me behind to complete the assignments in those places.
When I returned, I was promoted from PA to Operation officer.
God has really been so faithful to me.
In spite of my age and lack of experiences, I have been promoted yet again in just over a year in the company. I am currently the company's Head of Operations.
I currently earn a six figure income to God's glory.
Apart from the money, I have learnt a lot on this job, my level of exposure on the job has been superb.
I, who was rotting away last year in a secondary school now fly in aeroplane here and there as If I am boarding bus.
My Lord!
I really bless God, because no matter the situation, he cannot forget his own.
I am not alone in this.
I also have other brethren who God has placed in good places today.
Some are running Masters abroad, some already lecturing, some on wonderful teaching jobs and other good places. I even jam one of my University fellowship brothers on a flight to Abuja the other day. He works in a very good company too.
I want you to share this anonymously.
I want to encourage the new graduates just released from NYSC that God will take care of them if they trust him.
The old graduates who are also still looking for better opportunities will surely be remembered. Let them continue to trust in God.
God owes no man.
It is not the time to start compromising by reducing age or lieing about experience. I lost many opportunities because of my age, but I bless God for today and what he still has in store.
It is time to trust God fully without hanky panky. THERE SHALL BE SHOWERS OF BLESSINGS, IF WE LET GOD HAVE HIS WAY.
The experience was not that easy. There were times I made my mistakes in the course of the struggles. One has to settle things with God quickly and move on, learning to trust him more.
My conclusion is just that anytime we allow God to have his way. Things works fine though it may not be easy. The grace of God is what keeps us all going. There is no superman anywhere.
We are all what we are by the grace of God.

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Literature / Guilty! by JamesVIIILegend: 6:33am On Jul 20, 2015
On Friday, June 12, this very year, I went with my lawyer friend, John Ojo to the Federal High Court, Akure, just to observe proceedings and learn more, but I never planned for the life-changing experience I got.
Festus led me to a courtroom where the next case was that of a man who strangled to death, a man and his wife; leaving alive their only daughter. I guess he was a sentimental criminal.
I could see the small girl among the court audience; she was playing with a plastic toy elephant. Her ponytails bouncing right and left on her fragile head. I looked on and wondered what the future holds for this little orphan but she was unperturbed. The girl laughed as she played with her toy and then, our eyes met.
I winked at her, smiling in pity as I did so. And though I was a stranger, she smiled back and even waved at me.
As I tried waving back, my heart sank and my teary eyes looked at her as she continued her play.
My sad thoughts were rudely interrupted by the noisy entry of the accused.
He was a large man with thick black unkempt beards littering his jaw. His large head was covered with scanty hair and as I looked into his hard face, I caught a smile escape from the corner of his mouth as he walked in. Despite the prods of the Security personnel around him, he walked slowly, nay, majestically to the bench just behind the dock.
I know I have said over and over again I never get angry, but at that moment, looking from the girl, who has now stopped her play, to the accused, I had to hold on the to the edge of my seat, just so I won't burst forward. What I felt in my heart against that man was more than anger; it was pure red hot wrath. And the calmness around him fuelled my wrath the more.
'COOOUUURT!' The announcement of the court clerk as the judge walked in did well to drag me out of my murderous thoughts.
The judge was a huge fat woman. Her flowing gown crawled behind her as she took her seat. She looked around the courtroom and when satisfied there was decorum, put on her glasses and asked for the case to be presented.
A lot of lawcourt rituals took place and then, the accused was led into the dock. Standing there, he was asked by the judge,
'Do you plead guilty or not guilty to the charges laid down?'
The court was silent now.
I looked towards the girl and I saw she had resumed playing with her toy, not the least bothered.
With his husk voice and a terrible baritone, the accused answered;
'Not Guilty!'
I heard it loud and clear and was still shaking my head in anger when the judge asked him to repeat his plea.
'I plead not guilty, my lord!' He said again confidently and then the unbelievable happened.
In the silence of the courtroom and with the gaze of the judge fixed on us all, this man laughed. I mean, the accused chuckled audibly.
And then, all hell broke loose.
A man sitting beside the girl whose parents were murdered stood up sharply and shouted in deep anger and pain.
'You killed my sister and you are laughing about it! You think you can go scot free?!'
The Clerk hit the gavel on his table to restore decorum but it was to no avail. Other members of the family also stood up and asked for the accused head.
I was still sitting, trying to hold back my own anger and respect the judge but then I saw what the accused was doing. I had to look twice to believe my eyes.
He was looking over his shoulder and smiling at his counsel.
I couldn't understand what was going on until I heard Festus whisper the accused name to my ears. It was then everything became obvious to me. I have heard of the man.
He was a very notorious man in the city. Almost everyone living with the city knew of him. He had a gang of thugs that he contracts out to politicians during elections. And he is now even friends with the Police Force.
It was then I understood what was going on, he had destroyed all evidence and he was so sure no one will be able to nail him with the law. With this knowledge, I felt a greater wave of anger course through my veins.
I stood up too and shouted alongside the family members, damning all consequences.
The court was now in ruckus; a large portion of the audience was on its feet, shouting and some women were already crying.
'He is guilty! He should be killed too!', I heard between sobs.
The clerk had a filled day trying to take control of the proceedings. Even the security men couldn't intervene. Some of them held the dead wife's brother from dashing into the dock where the murderous accused was held.
We were still in this rage, madness and anger when I heard it.
The ever so sweet voice of that girl. I knew she was saying something so I paused in my rage and looked at her again, trying to listen.
Out of the midst of shouting relatives, she was wriggling and trying to be heard.
I heard her voice again, and so did her uncle who had now stopped struggling with the Security.
And when he stopped, so many others stopped and followed his gaze until they saw the tiny little girl.
She was now in the space, walkway between the two columns of seats.
With tears dropping from her eyes, she held on to her Elephant toy and cried again.
Then she said it the third time.
'Let me see him'.
The court was silent now. I mean a deafening silence fell on the courtroom.
And then this girl said it again,
'Let me see the man'.
My hands started shaking as my heart broke from the little girl's soft and broken voice, laden with a pain I never could describe.
With her little feet, she walked to the accused and asked,
'Where is my mommy?', she was now crying softly.
'Where is my daddy?'
'Did you kill my mommy and daddy?'
Everyone in the court, including the clerk, just looked on in wonder, most of us weeping. And right then, I knew absolutely nothing more shocking will I ever witness.
'I saw you that day when you came to our house.' the girl continued between her painful sobs.
'Where is my mommy? I want to see my daddy!', she was almost wailing, each word breaking through my sorrowful heart.
Her cry rang out within the room. And even the bravado of the accused was shattered.
He dropped on his knees now and held the girl's soft hands.
'I am sorry', he whispered with the most broken voice I ever heard. It was a low voice but it was still so loud.
My nostrils were already blocked from tears by this time. I just wiped my eyes as my anger turned to pity. I brought out my handkerchief and wiped some tears away from my eyes. Whether I was standing or sitting, I can't even remember now. All I know is that I cried. Who wouldn't?
A murderer who killed and maimed. A child whose entire family were wiped away. Both holding hands in front of the judge. and both of them were in tears.
The girl stopped her wails and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. After some seconds, she found her voice.
'I forgive you sir', she said, searching his face.
At that moment, I caught a glimmer of tears fall on the judge's cheek, the sorrow liquid gathering on her eyes and blocking her vision. With shaky hands, she removed the glasses and wiped her eyes too.
'We were told in children church that we should forgive those who make us cry or sad if they are sorry'. The girl continued in her solemn voice.
Turning to the judge, with her toy still in her hands, this girl pleaded.
'I forgive him sir; please let him go.'
The court went dead silent as the tiny voice said those words.
The Murderer, whose look was now of a weary man, looked down on the little girl feet, ashamed to look at her face, and I saw something changed in his eyes.
He dropped his head and said,
'I am sorry child; I am sorry.'
He then stood upright, shook his head, looked to the judge and cried out,
'I am guilty my lord'.
I, and every single person present in the court, looked with tears in our eyes as the girl put her tiny arms around the murderer's legs.
'It is alright', with a sorrowful smile, she said.
'It is alright sir'.
'Please don't cry'.
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Although the story above is purely 100 percent fiction, it goes a long way to illustrate the love of God toward us all; and that no matter our sins, he is ready to cleanse and forgive us if only we ask. God loves you too. Give your life to him.
Literature / Open Letter To Mtn By A Common Customer by JamesVIIILegend: 1:49am On Jul 09, 2015
OPEN LETTER TO MTN from a Common Customer

Dear Network,
I would like to appreciate you for all these years I have used your network to call, send texts and browse the internet. Though I paid for them, I still like to thank you for making it possible. I am writing this letter to you in the light of so many things I and my friends have suffered in your hands. And since calling your customer care is like pouring water in a basket, I will just write this letter with the hope that some people that matter will address this matter from this living matter.
Firstly, I will like to tell you about your customer representatives who I believe you pay an ample amount of money to attend to us; the customers. I will like to expose them right now. Because I choose not to believe you are aware of the advice and directions these people give. In all my seven years of using your line, I have only come across a single call care agent who really did something about my complaint. The others will either tell me to try again or just prescribe the old and worn 'Switch off the phone, Remove your battery and switch it on again'. As if it is a magical wand that will turn even water to wine. And another painful thing is to call your agents and hear them say, 'Sorry, there is nothing we can do about it'; something tells me that 'Sorry' make it even worse. Having waited for several minutes, some hours before one's call to the call centre is even picked, one will still have to explain himself painstakingly and then answer some questions which should even be rhetorical. And after these waste of time, battery and energy, the faceless lady with a fine voice will say there is nothing she can do. And to rub salt into wound, she will now go ahead to advertize products. I won't blame people who end these calls and break both phone and sim.
Furthermore, these unsolicited messages you send to us are getting unbearable. Imagine the grevious disappointment when I ran to read a text expectantly, only to see it was one of your numerous 500XY advertizing whatnot. This matter has come to a burdensome level such that most of us do not even bother to read text messages anymore, missing important information in the process. And what about those who have deleted stored information on their phones in a bid to delete your ever-incoming messages? And when my brother requested that these messages be stopped, your agent asked if he can off adverts on TV. Well, I ask you too, did I ever register my details, taking passport and giving fingerprints to buy a TV station?
In addition, your way of sucking off our money is quite inching towards Robbery. It has gone to the extent that I have proposed a theory that you guys have what I call a 'Department of Thiefery and Deduction, DTD' that works like the Devil himself; giving us an apple and collecting our Gift of Life in exchange; offering us one kobo to collect a thousand naira in return. Though I know this sounds like a conspiracy theory, but something tells me it is real. Because I cannot simply fathom how you do it. A person makes a simple mistake and as if you have been waiting all your life for him to do it, his full credit is wiped off. I mean, just sending a code by mistake and a newly subscribed data plan is stopped. You think that is the person's fault? Okay, what about my dad who tried subscribing for your 2500 naira 4.5 gig data plan? After clicking subscribe so many times and satisfied that it should have gone through, he connected his browser and checked his email; I mean his email. Only to find out the subscription was ignored and his credit was chopped off. And what about me too; I have called your agents so many a time that I have even stopped now. I will have enough data to browse but will you deduct my browsing charges from my large data? No sir! You'd rather jettison the data and dip your hands in my credit. And while I stay here, watching videos online and laughing, your DTD is sucking away my credit and smiling. And there is absolutely nothing a common man like me can do except to get irritated and vexed. Never have I heard of a day a customer's unjustly deducted credit was restored. Never.
In conclusion, time and ink will fail me to talk of the times two phones will be placed side by side and that woman will say in her usual high soprano, 'The number you have dialed is switched off'. Anyway, you have taught me to be tolerable and slow to anger. You have also taught me to never expect anything free. There is always a string attached with MTN; gifts always come with a bait. And I won't blame you too much. There are other networks and still, with all these your excesses and outright wickedness, I still stick with you. Even when migrating to another network will not change my number, I am still staying here for you to continue 'barbing my head'.
And if this letter find its way to your hands, which I doubt it will, remember to look my name up in your data and reward or punish me for all I have said.

Yours Irritatedly and 'fed-uply.

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