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I relaxed a bit. His wife was not around, he said.

So, I would supervise the domestic servants. Maybe it was not a bad thing to start with. I could take this offer and quit it as soon as a good or better offer came.

“How much is in this for me?” I asked.

There was a trace of smile on his face. Slowly, he mentioned the amount. It was not a bad offer. Any amount that more than tripled my NYSC allowance was not bad.

“Okay, sir,” I answered.

He nodded again. “That’s good. Your work starts tomorrow.” He tore off a page from a jotter on his desk and scribbled his residence address on it.

“That’s where I stay. You’re to report for work at eight in the morning, but you may close late, as you may have to wait for me to return from work before you close. You will be entitled to three meals in the house, Monday to Friday. Any question?”

I looked at the address he wrote. He lived at Magodo G.R.A, Lagos. I sighed and shrugged.

“No question for now.”

“Anyway, you can always ask any question as the need arises.” He brought his right hand forward for a handshake. “Good to have you employed, Miss Ita.”

“Thank you very much sir,” I returned and stood up.

The following morning, I was at the gate of Mr. Timi Samuel’s residence by few minutes to eight. The security guy in blue uniform opened the gate for me.

“Hello, I’m Miss Lovette Ita. This is the residence of Mr. Samuel, right?”

“Yes, you’re in the right place. Oga already said you would be coming. You’re welcome.”

“Thank you.”

“This way.” He led me the main entrance to the building where he pressed the doorbell. A maid soon came out, a matronly woman that should be in her forties.

“This is the lady oga talked about,” the security guy said as a way of introduction. He faced me. “This is Mrs. Margaret, the house maid.”

I smiled and nodded. “Hello, Mrs. Margaret.” I went on to introduce myself.

“You’re must welcome,” Mrs. Margaret said. “Oga has told us about you. Let me take you to where you will be using as office.”

I followed her inside the building. After a short corridor was a large sitting-room. Adjoining that was the dining table. Close to that was a door that she opened.

“Here is the room you will be using as office.”

I entered the room with her. It was a standard room with a standing fan, a large desk and an office chair. There was a Dell laptop on the table.

“He said you’re to work with the laptop,” she informed.

I was bemused. If I was there to supervise the domestic workers, what would be the use of the laptop?

“Okay,” I said.

Mrs. Margaret soon returned to her work. I sat down and observed the environment. His children must have gone to school, I reasoned.

Some minutes later, Mrs. Margaret came to ask if I would like to take my breakfast now. It was toasted bread and tea. I answered in the affirmative.

By noon, it became clear to me that the hard-working maid and the guard who remained at his post by the gate needed no supervision. What then was my work here? Did these people really need any supervision?



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He studied me briefly and nodded. “Yes, I saw the c.v that you submitted. I went through your profile and I was impressed.”

I grinned. “Thank you, sir.” He was probably referring to the fact that I had distinctions in my ‘O’ level results, and had Second Class Upper in my first degree results.

“However, I wish to let you know that this bank is not recruiting right now. The recruitment exercise may not be until next year.”

“Oh.” That was a disappointment. I had thought I was invited for a test or an interview or whatever.

Was I called to come around to be informed that the bank would not be employing anyone now?

He could see the disappointment all over my face. He smiled to give a glint of hope.

“All the same, personally, there is something I can offer you.”

I became attentive. “You have an offer for me, sir?”

He paused to study me. I must have appeared as a very zealous person to him.

“If you don’t mind, I can employ you to work for me as a personal assistant.”

I was surprised to hear that. “Personal assistant?”

He nodded. “That’s right. It’s my initiative and I will be your employer.”

I sighed in disappointment. I wanted to be employed by a company, by the bank; not by an individual.

“It’s a temporary job. As soon as there is opening here, or you have a better job elsewhere, you can quit it.”

My mind was busy. Maybe I should ask him what kind of job I would be doing and how much I would receive.

“Well, it depends on the job specifications and the pay,” I said.

He nodded again. “That’s a smart way to think. Now, talking about the job, as I said, you will be personally assisting me. There are sundry tasks I will give you from time to time. The bulk of your job will be to work in my house.”

I was instantly on the alert. “Your house?”

He tried a smile. “Yes, my house. You’ll ensure that my domestic servants do all their work and everything goes well at the home front.”

Now, what kind of job was this? Had I returned to Lagos to be a house help?

“It’s not bad or demeaning as you may think,” he quickly added. “It’s purely a supervisory role. My wife is in Canada and is not coming back in a short while to come. That’s why I need you to supervise the home front.”

I relaxed a bit. His wife was not around, he said. So, I would supervise the domestic servants. Maybe it was not a bad thing to start with.

I could take this offer and quit it as soon as a good or better offer came.

“How much is in this for me?” I asked.


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Becky soon came with a plastic bottle of cold water and a glass cup. I took it and drank gladly. Becky was all over me, asking about my experience and how the service fared. Later in the night, mum, dad and I discussed the next line of action.

“I need a job,” I said. “I will have to start job-hunting.”

Mum nodded. “Hey, God will help you, my dear. He that has been keeping you all this while from university up to the national youth service will see you through by getting you a good job.”

“Amen o,” I said.

“I believe God will soon open doors of mercy for you and you will be gainfully employed,” dad put in.

The following day, I started my job-hunting in earnest. One of the places I went to submit my curriculum vitae was the head office of Great Faith Bank.

I also submitted C.Vs to other reputable companies that cut across banking and communication industry. Habib still called me from time to time.

He wanted to know how I was faring in Lagos and if I had changed my mind about the job he had offered.

“I’ve not got a job yet, but I will soon get something,” I said.

“Well, keep me posted,” he replied. “The job here is still open for you in case you change your mind.”

I thanked him, knowing that things would never be bad that I would resort to take the offer that he made.

A week after I submitted my c.v to Great Faith Bank, I received a call from a man that introduced himself as Mr. Timi Samuel, Human Resources Manager of the bank.

“Can you make yourself available at the head office by tomorrow, by twelve noon?”

My heart was beating in excitement. “Sure, I can, sir.”

“Okay, see you then.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

I dressed up the following morning in a blue blouse and black skirt, trying to look as corporate as I could. I got to the head office of the bank few minutes after eleven in the morning.

I was that zealous about not getting there late. I still had to wait for him though, as I did not really see him until a couple of minutes to twelve.

“Miss Lovette Ita?” he asked as a way of greeting me as soon as I entered his large office.

“Yes, sir. Good day, sir.”

“Please, have your seat.”

“Thank you, sir.” I sat down expectantly.

He studied me briefly and nodded. “Yes, I saw the c.v that you submitted. I went through your profile and I was impressed.”

I grinned. “Thank you, sir.” He was probably referring to the fact that I had distinctions in my ‘O’ level results, and had Second Class Upper in my first degree results.

“However, I wish to let you know that this bank is not recruiting right now. The recruitment exercise may not be until next year.”

“Oh.” That was a disappointment.

I had thought I was invited for a test or an interview or whatever. Was I called to come around to be informed that the bank would not be employing anyone now?



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