You don’t know from embarrassed. August 27, 2007

So the day of the robbery is now forever noted in my mind has happened, and my mother has decided my life is no longer my own. I understand how she feels, she does not feel safe, and since she cannot protect me by keeping me tied to her apron string, she has decided to follow me to all the NYSC/ reposting things that need to be done.

Don’t get me wrong I really appreciate the NYSC part because it means that all the things they’ll not do for me they will do for my mother. The other part of it is that she would see for herself all the things I have been going through, that she I don’t think she really believed. Either way on the endless journey to find somewhere to get posted, we went to MITV. Now you know I ‘m not one to name locations of places other than the NYSC and some clubs, but I need to name these *people* because they are full of ***t.

I arrived at MITV with my mother, it was the day of my CD, and we had gone to the secretariat to explain the situation to the state coordinator, so I was in my kit as well. When we arrived, we went in search of the relevant people to speak to, and boy did we found her. The *woman* kept us waiting for nearly an hour, when she said she would see us in 5 mins, but we were the ones asking for something, so we waited. When she finally arrived, we saw it as an opportunity to present our case; she saw it as an opportunity to insult me and my mother.

The first thing she said when we explained the situation to her was to ask that if I got a job for N450000, would I go to Lekki? Well I answered yes, because I would be able to buy a car and would not have to worry about 75% of the things that have happened to me. She then went on to say that my mother should not have followed me to them, despite our explaining the circumstances that made my mother come up with me, she continually tried to undermine and humiliate me. Being the gobby person that I am, I deflected it, I explained to her the situation and just to discombobulate her told her of my experience and education. You should have seen her face fall, the witch looked as though someone shoved her big gob up her backside.

My mother was so pissed off, she kept saying that she only had 2 children and was not about to let one of them end up dead because of naija.

I tell this story because this week has taught me a lot about how much crap I can take. The job with another organisation that I felt was in the bag, seems to be falling through because the person in charge can’t make up her mind. The second organisation, are also stuck between the ‘I am important and have control of your life syndrome’, which means they are taking their sweet time about letting me know if they are willing to accept me.

As per usual I am feeling less than up to par, and any luster that naija had or has is fading rather quickly. So if you think you have had an embarrassing experience, just consider me, my mother who followed me to a possible job interview and the insult we faced at the hands of a woman who could really do with going to a good hairdresser.

(Now for current news)

Post NYSC, would you know it but I actually have power over this *woman’s* life, as my ‘exalted’ position now puts me in direct contact with her boss who is always willing to do what I say. As for the *woman*, when I go to their office, she brings me drinks…….. never, ever forget that the person you step on today to show your might you might end up serving drinks in the nearest future. Ain’t life grand!!