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“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.
The invitation arrived through Marcus, forwarded with visible reluctance — a charity gala hosted by one of the city's biggest entertainment foundations, guest list heavy with the kind of names that made headlines simply by standing near each other. Sweet had been asked to attend as an ambassador for the foundation's youth arts program, a commitment made months before any of the last several months' chaos had entered his life."Mandy's confirmed as attending too," Marcus said carefully, watching Sweet's face for reaction. "She's presenting one of the awards. It was arranged before any of this, I promise, I'm not trying to spring anything on you.""It's fine," Sweet said, though something in his jaw tightened slightly. "We're all adults. It's one evening."Seline, listening from the kitchen doorway, felt a small, familiar knot form in her stomach — not the sharp jealousy
The AKZ shoot was scheduled for a Saturday, which meant Seline had the whole day free from the lab to decide whether or not she actually wanted to go, an invitation Sweet had extended carefully, without pressure, the night after Efe's message had settled something loose in both of them."You don't have to come," he'd said. "I don't want you to feel like you need to supervise it, or prove anything by being there. If you'd rather spend the day doing literally anything else, I'll understand completely.""I want to come," Seline had said, surprising herself slightly with how easily the decision arrived. "Not to supervise. Because I think if I spend the whole day imagining what it's like instead of actually seeing it, my imagination will make it worse than it actually is."The studio occupied a converted warehouse on the edge of the city, all exposed brick and industrial lighting rigs, already h
Seline's first morning at Lumina Diagnostics arrived with an entirely different kind of nervous energy than the interview had, less about proving herself worthy of the room, and more about the simple, dizzying reality of actually belonging in it. She'd laid out her clothes the night before like a schoolgirl preparing for exams, packed a lunch she didn't end up eating until well past two, and arrived, once again, embarrassingly early."You're allowed to walk in exactly on time, you know," Dr. Nwosu said, finding her in the small break room nursing a cup of tea she'd made simply to have something to do with her hands. "Most new hires do everything they can to buy themselves an extra five minutes before they have to actually start.""Old habit," Seline admitted. "Being late used to cost me more than it should have. I think some part of me is still making up for it.""Well, today it j
Seline arrived at Lumina Diagnostics forty minutes early, which she immediately regretted the moment she realized it meant forty minutes of sitting in the small, sterile reception area with nothing to do but rehearse answers she'd already rehearsed a dozen times the night before. The receptionist, a young woman with kind eyes and an easy smile, offered her water twice, clearly recognizing the particular stillness of someone trying very hard not to look nervous.She'd dressed carefully that morning, simple, professional, nothing borrowed from the version of herself that existed in gossip blogs and staged photographs. This wasn't a moment for that Seline. This was for the one who'd spent four years bent over lab benches in university, the one who used to fall asleep with textbooks open on her chest, before grief and debt had quietly folded that version of her away for safekeeping."Ms. Okonkwo?"
The question followed Seline around for the better part of a week, not urgently, not with the old anxious churn that used to accompany every decision when money and debt sat behind everything, but quietly, the way a good question sits with a person once they've finally got room to actually think about it."You've been staring into space for ten minutes," Lya said, waving a hand in front of her face across the table at their usual spot. "What's going on in there?""I keep thinking about something Sweet said. That I get to fill the space the debt left with whatever I actually want, instead of what circumstances forced on me." Seline stirred her drink absently. "The problem is, I've spent so long just surviving that I'm not entirely sure what I actually want anymore. I studied Biochemistry, Lya. I haven't touched a lab in years. I don't even know if I still want that, or if I just miss the version of mys
The morning of the final payment arrived quietly, without the dread that had shadowed every Monday before it for the last six weeks. Seline woke early, before her alarm, and lay still for a moment simply absorbing the strange lightness of knowing that by the end of the day, a weight her family had carried since her father's death would finally, completely, be gone.Her mother was already up when she came downstairs, sitting at the kitchen table with the worn brown envelope in front of her, not this month's payment, but the original paperwork, the one with the clause that had once threatened to reshape Seline's entire future. She read it slowly, the way a person reads something they intend to remember exactly before they let it go."You okay, Mummy?""I am better than okay." Her mother looked up, eyes bright with something that hadn't fully decided yet whether it was going to be tears or laughter. "I have read this paper so many times over the years, Seline, that I know entire paragrap
He paced from one end of his room to the other, why couldn’t he find his wristwatch? He has checked everywhere and can’t seem to find it. He decided to go with the Rolex watch he got two months ago that has been lying in the watch storage because it wasn’t his style, but he had no option but to go
It has been two weeks since her first event ushering experience and she was already getting used to the job. Now preparing for her third event which is her last ushering job with Mr Charles as her supervisor, she couldn’t contain her excitement because she was tired of watching him treated her and
He looked at himself once again at the rearview mirror once again; his eyes were bloodshot red, he was literally high and he knew it, but it was his only solution to giving a good performance.The paparazzi has already crowded his car so he needed to put on sunshades and pull up his hoodie and wit
Seline! Seline!! Seline!!!She jerked up from the bed at the sound of her morning alarm (her mother’s voice) frowning at the reality of her life, it was just 5 am for heaven’s sake, but She has got to get her younger siblings ready for school and prepare to face what the day has for her.“Kachi com







