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.
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
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