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Everyone, both employed and unemployed surely has had an experience of what it feels like looking for job. The short story below is an attempt on my part to describe this experience as briefly and colorful as is possible *** YES I once read a quote that said something like: “It doesn’t matter how many 'No's' you get from men, all you need is just one 'Yes' from God”. And it made a lasting impression on me. On days like today, the overwhelming depression I had to stave off begged the question, ‘’when am I going to get a yes?’’. As if in response to the rhetoric, my phone beeped announcing the arrival of a new text message. As my fingers tapped their way into my inbox I was certain it was the service provider advertising a product or service. My brows shot up in sudden interest as my brain registered it was a customized message. A smile slowly creased my cheeks when I read the content of the text message for the second time; the interview was scheduled three days from today, I noted. When the security guard had asked me to leave my CV with him I had reluctantly agreed but immediately forgotten about it after I did *** As I flung myself on the bed, try as I could, it was impossible to banish the memories from the interview out of my head. I had somehow managed to forget every answer to the likely interview questions I had memorized the previous night. I practically stuttered my way through the interview. TWO NIGHTS LATER On the verge of sleeping off, an email jolted me to reality. My sleep-filled eyes lit up as they skimmed through the contents of the mail. They immediately became misty when they saw for the first time who the sender of the mail was. ‘’ I Finally Got a Yes’’. This thought was still bouncing haphazardly off the walls of my mind when I slept off. END You just read my entry for the Etisalat Flash fiction award. We all need a YES at some point in our lives. Right now I really need your votes to help me get mine. I must admit the site is a bit difficult to get through so you might have to try a few times before it connects (using UC web or your phone's default browser. It does not work on Google Chrome) To vote click on the link https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=90 which takes you to my entry ( using UC web or your phone's default browser. It does not work on Google Chrome ) Then click on the thumbs up icon to vote for me. To vote, zoom In on the thumbs up icon and click( it's easier this way). Ensure your vote counts by noting an increase in the figures Thank you very much for your effort |
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I once read a quote that said something like: “It doesn’t matter how many 'No's' you get from men, all you need is just one 'Yes' from God”. And it made a lasting impression on me. On days like today, the overwhelming depression I had to stave off begged the question, ‘’when am I going to get a yes?’’. As if in response to the rhetoric, my phone beeped announcing the arrival of a new text message. As my fingers tapped their way into my inbox I was certain it was the service provider advertising a product or service. My brows shot up in sudden interest as my brain registered it was a customized message. A smile slowly creased my cheeks when I read the content of the text message for the second time; the interview was scheduled three days from today, I noted. When the security guard had asked me to leave my CV with him I had reluctantly agreed but immediately forgotten about it after I did *** As I flung myself on the bed, try as I could, it was impossible to banish the memories from the interview out of my head. I had somehow managed to forget every answer to the likely interview questions I had memorized the previous night. I practically stuttered my way through the interview. TWO NIGHTS LATER On the verge of sleeping off, an email jolted me to reality. My sleep-filled eyes lit up as they skimmed through the contents of the mail. They immediately became misty when they saw for the first time who the sender of the mail was. ‘’ I Finally Got a Yes’’. This thought was still bouncing haphazardly off the walls of my mind when I slept off. To vote for the above story (my story) in the Etisalat Flash Fiction Award , kindly click on the link supplied below https://prize.etisalat.com.ng/flash-fiction/voteall.php?id=90 Be sure to use your phone browser. Then click on the thumbs up icon to vote. Thanks a lot for your votes
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13. Your mother, if your sickness lasts longer than 4 days: Better get up.
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12. When your parents suddenly start acting nice to you. Oh? I should fall sick more often.
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11. When you vomit in front of your parents. That’s the only explanation.
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10. Your mother, when you fall sick on a Sunday. Holy Spirit will heal you.
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9. When your parents still wake you up to go and wash pot. Hay God!
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8. When you think sickness will stop you from going to school. When it’s not that you’re dead.
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7. The sick Nigerian’s unofficial diet: THE BEST. 8. When you think sickness will stop yo
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7. The sick Nigerian’s unofficial diet: |
6. The last stop before your parents actually take you to a hospital Can’t even imagine using it to cook. It is anointing oil now and forever.
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5. “I have a cold.” “I was shot in my leg.” “I was hit by a trailer.” Robb is the answer when you don’t even know the question.
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4. The real doctors in every Nigerian home: Nigerian parents not-so-secret weapon.
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3. When your mother feels your forehead to check your temperature. Hian! Is it only malaria?
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2. How your parents see themselves when you fall sick: You people are now doctors, abi?
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1. When you tell your mother you’re sick and she says “you’re strong in Jesus’ name.”
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This is quite disturbing |
pboy247:Broe he's correct... I graduated from there some years ago. From the look of things it seems to have gotten worse |
Sammyblaq:You sound like an ikenga... |
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"The Revenant "not here? |
ngobaby23:Trust me on this : everything happens for a reason |
SunFlow:Thanks sunflow |
TheNathan:Epilogue... |
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he has regained his sight ........impressive ........now you got my attention #following