SELINE'S FANTASY

“We’ll get back to you”

This is the fifth time she has heard this statement in the past three weeks of job hunting.

 ….“What is the essence of going to the university when all you get as a reward was unemployment and frustrating application processes,” she thought while walking on the street with a folder containing my credentials securely held to her side.

The typical life of a Nigerian graduate was frustrating she thought as she kept walking, but got lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the black Toyota Prado that was coming out from a building. At the sound of the 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬, she snapped out of her thoughts and, quickly crossed to the other side of the road and boarded my next bus home, she was so done with this frustrating job hunt.

"Conductor gives me change nah!" a woman at the back of the bus called out.

She was quiet throughout the whole ride dreading the nightmare she called home, from her mum who pick a fight with her at the slightest chance to get an excuse to scream at the top of her voice to gain the pity and attention of the neighbors, to her siblings who are always on her neck for this or that.

A typical Nigerian home, where the responsibility of taking care of the home is inscribed on the first child whether male or female like the mark of the beast from the day of birth.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.