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| Job Hunt Palava 1 |
It was a few weeks after my exams and we were on break, and awon
boys were broke so we decided to look for a job to boost our financial stance
so that we could have shedda’s to flex awon gal’s.
Being the smart person that i was i had started thinking about how
to get a job before others. Luckily for me i saw a poster stating vacancy for
workers at the airport, immediately i saw it i was thrilled (i was like
.......oh mhen) so i quickly saved the contact no on my phone. All through that
weekend i was just feeling fly and i didn’t burst the bubble to anyone, not
even my real G. I called the number and a guy spoke to me (u need to see the
way i was forming with my borrowed accent) and our conversation went like this:
Me: Good afternoon, please am i on to Mr W*****?
Mr W******: Yes! How may i help you?
Me: Please i want to make an enquiry about a vacancy advert i saw.
I need to know the kind of job and the
job description.
Mr W******: Do you need a job !!? (mhen he was stern at this point)
Me: (at this point i was careful cos i didn’t want my golden
chance to slip away......u know it’s not easy to work in an airport, especially
an Int’l airport) i’m sorry sir, yes i need a job. I just wanted to know what
the job was all about.
Mr W******: It’s alright, find your way down to the airport on
Monday and call me when you are on your way.
Me: Thank you Sir. (you need to see the way i was grinning like a cheshire cat)
And that was it, i quickly took my brogues to the aboki close to
the house for shining with proper warning that he should make the shoe shine
like a diamond. Then i starched my shirt so hard that you would wonder if
there was an ongoing starch bonanza at the market. My trouser was already ironed so, i was good to go.
I didn’t give offering at church on Sunday, i had decided that i
was going to pay God back in 10 folds as soon as i got my first salary from my
airport work. (i know i broke God’s heart but i needed transport na). Monday
morning finally came and i woke a little bit late, i was quite angry with my
friends for not waking me up, then i remembered that i had not told them i was
going for an interview or rather a job hunt. After dressing up, i prayed to God
telling him how sorry i was for not paying my offering the other day at church and, how i had
plans to surprise Him if He could just make me get the job at the airport (maybe i was finally going to get an opportunity to travel to 'the abroad', if i behaved myself well at the airport work). I used the anointed handkerchief i got at the
redemption camp to rub my body and my face (so that Mr W***** would like me
upon seeing me and wouldn’t ask me too many questions). I lied to my friends
that we had an outreach program at church and they believed it line,hook and
sinker.
That was how my journey began......!
