A young man, after graduating with First Class honours from a Nigerian university, went in search of job after his compulsory one year Youth service.

He had dropped many applications without getting an invite. And after some while, he was invited for one. It was a relief to him as he believed God has finally picked his call, he was sure. It was a multinational company.

When he arrived for the recruitment exercise, he scaled through till the orals, he never envisaged anything worse than that. He had dusted other applicants in the written tests.

When the young man faced the interview panel, his records before the team spoke for him. When he was asked questions, his eloquence knowledge-base was unrivalled and the panel started fell in love with him already.

After a short while, a cockroach sneaked out of his jacket. The panel was a little uneasy about that, especially one woman amongst them, but they shoved it off and the cockroach was killed. The interview continued.

After some while again, when his positive impression on the panel was beginning to hold them spell-bound, another cockroach jumped out from his body. The woman was visibly shaken.

The second cockroach was killed and they continued. But by then, it was obvious the interview was more-or-less an interaction devoid of purpose, even though they all still pretended to maintain course.

After another while, when they were about settling into their chat and negotiate pay, because the team was convinced the young chap was the man for the job, a third cockroach jumped out, this time, flying to a wall facing the panel.

At this time, the woman had had it, she couldn’t keep up anymore.

“We are sorry but we have to end this interview now. We’ll get back to you later” she said as she was obviously in a hurry to leave the room. She picked up her file and left. The young man saw it in the faces of the others that the woman was the decision-maker in the panel, he knew it was over.

That was the last time he got an invite for interview until he got his deliverance, after a long time. His step-mother was the enemy within.


I pray that every monitoring gadgets used by those who would not want you to move higher than where you are should report their activities back to them. May every ditch dug for you be filled up by whomsoever dug it. In Jesus name. Amen!

http://www.obitteleo..com.ng/2016/03/household-enemies.html

Household enemies indeed.

Story story storeeeeeey.