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Echoes of distress

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Good day loves, how are you all doing? I know I have been slacking and I have decided to take this blog seriously. I have been running away because i have hit and I am still hugging the dreaded writer’s block :( So, I thought of a way to help my market. I decided to get friends to write stuffs for you and I to delight in. I started on friday with a wonderful post and I am continuing today with a true life story with a wonderful lesson. Also, I decided to do audio posts since writing is not working at the moment. Today’s audio post is my first ever and it is kind of rusty. I left it as it is because I need your feedback to improve on it. Today’s posts are almost on the same frequency and I am pretty excited about that. Ok, i digress, kindly read and listen to both posts and comment on them. God bless you. Enjoy……

Days crawl by, times flies, and even moments fade away without a trace. I have been in this kind of situation before, and it’s never been favorable. Here was I again; I could hear a voice telling me,
“It will end like others did.”
At that moment I felt a battle happening within me; a war of words. My name is Olufemi Fragile: a bright, talented, dedicated, and self-inspired graduate – that is what people say. It was on a cold Monday morning, and I was ready for the interview. You know the drill; I had all my credentials in place, well ironed and matching clothes, and I woke very early – actually, I couldn’t sleep overnight. I had finished my service for the nation the previous year, but had not been able to get a job. Attended several interviews, exams, screenings, and several auditionings, but it hadn’t changed my status – unemployed. I have heard people say “the labour market isn’t smiling”, but I never thought I will live to share a similar testimony.
Nonetheless, I am not writing to tell you about the fact that there is no job in Nigeria, neither do I intend to tell you about how bad the nation is; that is obviously evident. That isn’t the reason I haven’t gotten a job. The voices in my heard are the reasons why I always flunked it whenever I got close to getting one. I almost froze as I sat down, the weather was cold, and the receptionist didn’t help by turning on the air conditioner. Every applicant awaited his/her fate. I was number 7 on the list, and the receptionist, a smart young lady that looked to be in her mid 20ies had just ushered the first candidate in. While trying to focus on the task ahead, I heard a voice that said,
“The sad thing about attending an interview in a company like this is the fact that they already know who has the job. This exercise is just a company protocol, and I am only here to gain the interview experience.”
Why will God allow me sit next to such pessimist; I could tell from his looks that he was older than me. He had long moustache like Herbert, and wore a ‘coat’. I smiled back and didn’t utter a simple ‘okay’; I wasn’t interested. He didn’t give up,
“You look young, and you have brighter days ahead of you. Is this your first interview?”
“Can we not have this conversation?” I retorted. He echoed a ‘sorry’ and turned to the guy by his left.
The second person was in, and the pressure became intense. Then I heard my mother’s voice saying,
“At least if you have a job, you will be able to assist me with funding your siblings’ education.”
That’s was what she always said, and I had taken it with me to the interview. At that point my heartbeat increased.
“Padi mi, nawa o. you sabi say Tunde don buy range rover?” That was Tayo’s voice reminding me of my desperation. Tunde dropped out and has a range rover; I graduated with a wonderful grade and guess what? I am jobless.
I was quick to whisper few words of encouragement to myself, “Femi! You must get this job. Go in and make this count.”
“Easy tiger”, I said as I took a deep breath. I was feeling confident again, and the third person was in.
In less than a minute I drifted into thoughts again. This time it was Tunde saying,
“Money brings you a woman of your dream bro, money must be made man.”
Confusion was swift in finding her way into my head; I couldn’t tell if I was thinking about making money or the fact that my joblessness was a hindrance to having a girlfriend. Furthermore, I remembered the voice of my mother asking me, “When will you bring a girl home? Your younger brother was home with his recently. You are not getting any younger you know.”
I became ashamed of myself, “Femi you are the first child. Don’t fold your arms and watch your brother overtake you.”
I shook my head feeling irresponsible as those thoughts rang in my head, but it wouldn’t stop,
“This is it; if you have a job you will be able to afford a girlfriend, and that will make your mother happy. Then, you can also take care of your sibling’s tuition fee. That’s being responsible and not just a figure head leader. All you need is a job.”
I blinked a tear in self-pity, and without faith I cried to God within me, “Why this torture? God please get me this job and end my pain.”
“What if this job isn’t meant for you?” Wherever that voice came from, it successfully casted a doubt within me; I was losing it.
“Number 7 get ready!” the receptionist shouted and her voice woke me from my slumber.
“Common Femi, don’t be a pessimist. You just need to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you. You will get this job.” That was Toye my bosom friend whispering the final words of hope into my ears. Everybody thinks I am more than capable to break forth, but I am yet to live up to their expectation. I keep struggling in an attempt to do so. Those voices; they all believe in me.
“Next!”
It was my turn, and as I stood up I told myself, “I wish you God’s best Olufemi.” I stepped in and the interview started.

I am pretty sure you want to know how it ended, I will tell you in a minute. But then, I know there is someone out there that is going through a similar ordeal. Imagining things, and letting ‘voices’ draw out the strength you need to succeed. I just want to tell you; stop struggling, live. Forget about what people want for you; dwell on what you want for yourself. This is your life; your choice, your loss; your lesson, your pain; your gain.
On a final note, the interview committee led by a lady told me, “Young man, you possess all the qualities we need but for one thing; you lack self-confidence. No company can succeed without it. You need to start believing in yourself. Better luck next time.” I lost the job.

“Stop listening to voices and start believing in you. You are all you need to succeed.”

Written by Oluwasegun Olufemi Fragile
Twitter hande: @fragiletimbzz
Blog: www.femifragile.wordpress.com

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10 Comments

  1. theshaione May 20, 2014 at 4:22 pm -  Reply

    ….Voice Blogpost errrrrr background noise plenty o. The only thing remaining was to have a cock (cuffs) crow somewhere around there!!!

    Uhm, as per the meat of the gist…these things happen. Small chaps defraud folks that are old enough to be their great-grandfathers. So, when u flip that coin….

    Meanwhile, u should be careful sha wah u admit to o…saying u were almost introduced to this game…and that u even know some guys who engage in it….errrr….u don’t know who might be listening….

    My 2 k-o-b-o.

  2. elsieisy May 20, 2014 at 9:37 am -  Reply

    Really inspiring. The thing we say to ourselves affects us directly.

  3. theshaione May 20, 2014 at 8:22 am -  Reply

    Hmm, I always say: There is always going to come MY TIME. It may take a while – a short or long while, but my time will surely come.

    So, going for interviews and not getting the job is fine. However, allowing people to pile pressure on you for being unemployed is way wrong. The moment you allow such things to define your outlook on life and ur assessment of yourself, you are done for.

    All a brother/sister can do is to begin to look at other platforms, other avenues to making the time of unemployment count. Can you learn a craft? Can you start up a small biz? Can you go back to school – If you can get a sponsor.

    Well done sharing this here.

    • shughar May 21, 2014 at 12:22 pm -  Reply

      tnk u. true words

  4. deejkingsize May 19, 2014 at 9:16 pm -  Reply

    nice shot shugar..keep pushing it

    • shughar May 21, 2014 at 12:21 pm -  Reply

      thank you love

  5. Obinna May 19, 2014 at 6:17 pm -  Reply

    Lovely post…Really inspiring. Sorry u didn’t get the job…Loool

    • shughar May 20, 2014 at 4:51 pm -  Reply

      thank u

  6. kenny May 19, 2014 at 3:50 pm -  Reply

    bout the voices… it does happen to everyone yet more “self confidence” if u aint got it .. you screwed.
    we all want a meaniful life and strive for it … at a point depression sets in due to stuffs like this, and yes ; bout the gurly thing it aint no competition. … if ur bro marry before you do its all good.
    you used the word “afford”a girlfriend …. chei ” theriz God ooo. no love without money noni .

    peace out

    • shughar May 20, 2014 at 4:42 pm -  Reply

      gbam! na really no love with out money.lol. “no honey without money jare”

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