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Life as an Unemployed (Pt. 1)




I beat my chest sometimes saying, is this really me in this position? I see most of my course mates from university working with reputable companies and I began to ask myself what exactly I’m doing wrong.  I started asking myself questions like, do they have two heads? Are they using jazz? Is my star not shining? Is my village people after me? But the whole thing changed for me when my friend called me telling me that her friend who was also unemployed got a job at a multinational company, which is a graduate trainee job that lasts for six months and if they love your work and all, the person would be retained and the salary is mouthwatering. I then changed my perspective, to me, everyone has their time to shine and mine wasn’t now. Like they say patience is a virtue. My friend’s friend got a job before this multinational job but she didn’t go for it because she believed that something bigger was coming and it did!!! From my view, patience and faith got this wonderful job for her. If she had gone for the first job, I doubt if she would be in this wonderful position she’s in now.


I learned a skill rather than staying at home doing nothing and as I’m learning, I’ll still be looking for a job. Great idea, right? So I thought too. Well, I decided fashion designing (tailoring) is a good skill to go for and there I was looking for the right place to learn from where I won’t be treated like a maid all in the name you want to learn something from them. Well, you guessed right; I found a place, and it was my mom’s tailor. I felt at ease since she’s my mom’s tailor it would be easier to learn from her but I was wrong; I would actually learn from the devil or more like a fox in sheep’s fur. 

Started learning at the shop with all smiles and ready to learn energy. I got to the shop; I was treated nicely, which made me feel so comfortable. The first week passed, I could learn how to work with the machine, pass thread, cut a skirt, and sew a straight skirt. The following week, she asked me to redo the skirt and show to her the skirt when I’m done. Oops! I forgot to mention that the week I started, this tailor employed a stylist and the following week, she employed another stylist making it two stylists in the shop that’s minus the tailor. Back to the story, the following week, the tailor started showing her true colours. She was always complaining about unnecessary kinds of stuff like when you sweep and mop the shop; she claims it’s not clean enough or if they sew a particular cloth; she says it wasn’t done well and when she does it herself; I see no difference with what she did and what the two stylists did before. Mind you, I sweep and mop the shop because in Nigeria, when you learn from someone automatically you become a maid. It’s not like she’s the one paying me but it’s actually the other way round, sick right? I know too lol. The story is too long, right? lol how about we save the best for the next post?

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