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The Chronicles of Ade
(The Lagos Experience)
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Completing the service year and getting back home wasn't so easy. I came from a home where neighbours are SEE FINISH. So it wasn't a matter of negotiation for me to know that I wasn't returning home to my parents after Ajuwaya

Not like I didn't try to. I did but got my fingers burnt. Young chaps in the streets were often referred to see me for their difficult home works. One young girl nearly rubbished my degree when she brought WORD PROBLEM mathematics assignment. It was really a problem.

The textbook publisher made a mistake in the options provided as answers. Meanwhile, I was sweating profusely not to destroy my family name as the girl was insisting that every answer I got were not correct. Oh my God, who send me to be a nice guy?

It was until her friend who came visiting that said that her lesson teacher said all the options were wrong that I became free. This girl later brought out quantitative reasoning questions, mo ya le danu.
Na Sociology I study not Assignment

As each day went by, I became a shadow of myself and couldn't find any like mind in the neighbourhood. It was only my father that gives me intellectual arguement and cushioning. NEPA didnt also help matters. They almost didn't supply power for 27 days in an entire month

My big uncle in Ketu, Lagos called and asked me to come to Lagos and within the twinkle of an eye, aja 5 gbera tan. I picked all pickables and ja pa. Lagos, here I come.

As expected of a new graduate, the zeal to search for job for very potent. I made over 50 copies of my CVs and distributed them across organisations in mainland and Island and in their usual rhetorics, they said WE WILL GET BACK TO YOU.

My job searching potency was weakened the day I saw my CV in the dustbin of an organisation. I bought chilled pure water, drank it and calmed down. Then I began to treck back home from Ikeja to Ketu.

I attended several interviews, wrote many tests and got complimentary cards to meet eminent personalities. But all ended in Yinka Ayefele first album title, Bitter Experience.

My neighbours in Lagos soon realised the potential in me and as such send their kids to me for assignments. I also help them to draft letters, agreement notes and a few desk works and these come with no reward. So I began to think of Wande Coal's song SE NA LIKE DS WE GO DEY DEY?

I stayed indoor most times when many people are off to work and set out to newspaper stand to read headlines and argue politics and sports until noon. This was usually supported with puffpuff and pure water. Then I'll proceed to bank to collect better AC and use their toilet

From there, I'll continue the job hunt till evening and head back home like someone coming from work. The evenings are always full of football matches or banters or my daily visitation of the Agboyi river, where I have Anthropological inspiration of a new world.

After deep search, I got a job with McJohnson Chambers as a Liaison Officer. But it ended in premium tears. The gist can't be exhausted.
I didn't stop believing. I was very hopeful, let's do this next week.

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