I remembered it like yesterday and it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I remembered walking into that general hospital and making my way to the chief lab scientist. A man in his mid- fifties.
Immediately I entered, he looked at me expectantly, hoping to please this young,fresh fellow.
The words that came out of my mouth must have mortified him.
He looked at me with mouth wide open.
Maybe he was still trying to wrap his mind around my odd preposition.
I repeated myself again." Sir, I want to sell my blood".
He gently put down his glasses. He was still trying to understand how this ebullient,fresh looking , well-fed man can utter this
I was dead broke and I needed money to eat.
With a calm voice he told me to approach a certain lab nearby.
I could see the lock of sympathy in his eyes.

I trekked down to the lab he described and met a young, beautiful girl. At this stage I wasn't even considering beauty or shame. I just needed the 3k to eat.
She must also have been shocked, guaging from the expression on her face. Who wouldn't?
She told me to come back in the evening as the person in charge wasn't around.
I sensed she didn't believed my mission. She must have felt i was some sort of government official sent undercover to scrutinize their activities.
If only she knew the rumbling in my stomach.
I repeated the visit later in the evening and she said same thing. I left and never came back.
Looking back to that day, I'm overwhelmed by emotions.

I remembered when I was driving keke. I have worked in some mid-size firms but I was out of job and needed to fend for family.
I sold my car ( wasn't suitable for transportation biz) and bought a fairly used. tricycle. So began another tale of woes
The dude I took along with me to help out with inspection,tricked me into picking that particular keke.
He later went back to collect his kickback.
Every week one or two troubles. I begin to talk waka for road. Remain small people for tag me craze man
Got to a point, early morning, I will creep out from my apartment before everyone wakes up and lay my hands on my keke accompanied with hot prayers.( seriously). Kabashing and decreeing on my keke.
Well, it kinda worked but I guess there is a limit to where miracle can carry a dilapidated pile of crumbling engineering.
One day, it was time up.
I just managed to push it to my house and left it. The bugger refused to move.
I remembered how a friend came to me to tell me he was disappointed I was now driving keke.
He said I fxck up!
How can I condescend so low?
Well I pay no mind to him.
Same dude later came pestering me now and then for 1k or 2k to go and source for jobs.

But I still have to quiet the stomach rumbling. Resources was out and I need to provide. I called a younger friend and told him I need to work at the site he was supervising. He protested but I wasn't going to listen to him.
I went there and almost died! Omo! No be small something. Those of una wey dey do this hustle, I carry hand for una!
After the days job, I got 2k. Others were given 1500 but matthew decided to give me extra even though i didnt work as hard as the other guys.
Maybe he felt guilty allowing an older bro to do this job. He was young and used to look up to me.
I washed up and hurried to a nearby store to get some provision for the home. Did I mentioned a neighbor saw me
Waking up the next day na wahala. E be like say dem put 50kg of load on my chest.
I struggled yo hit site. Before midday, I was wheezing and panting like a tired and over labored steam engine.
By the third day, I gave up. Local Man cannot come and kill himself.
I have never done this type of hustle before then.

Today I look back and smile. What a journey. I am not out of the wood yet. There are still days I go without money but things are clearer now. My objectives are more focused now and my paths more defined. Above all I'm most hardened and resolute in my resolve to succeed.
I made a promise to myself this morning never to quite until the last whistle. We must play the full 90 minutes and demand for extra time sef.

I don't know how life is treating you but never give up.
Happy Father's day to me too
I truly deserve it
Mods no front page pls.

Ok

We don't need to hear this nonsense

EdoFirstBorn:
We don't need to hear this nonsense

Of course! You're meant to read it!

Mariangeles:


Of course! You're meant to read it!

Not everything in your life do you need to share online. Work on yourself esteem

Bye

EdoFirstBorn:
We don't need to hear this nonsense

Agreed. It is meant for some other people.
Big man

EdoFirstBorn:


Not everything in your life do you need to share online. Work on yourself esteem

Bye

My self esteem is intact. That I took some unpleasant route doesn't mean I lost my self esteem. Grow some sense

Sunmars:

My self esteem is intact. That I took some unpleasant route does mean I lost my self esteem. Grow some sense

Keep this sort of rubbish off social media and focus on building yourself.

You mustn't talk so much

Grow up sir

EdoFirstBorn:


Keep this sort of rubbish off social media and focus on building yourself.

You mustn't talk so much

Grow up sir

Someone who follows a notorious group of nairaland bigots should never be taken seriously!
You're the one who needs to work on yourself!

Sunmars, no mind this dude!

Mariangeles:


Someone who follows a notorious group of nairaland bigots should never be taken seriously!
You're the one who needs to work on yourself!

Sunmars, no mind this dude!

I have seen things worse than him.
I don't need any validation. Just felt like putting this out for anyone who is going through rough times

there is a light at the people and of the tunnel. I think this will serve as a motivation to me and others.
thanks for sharing

Thank God

Sunmars:
I remembered it like yesterday and it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I remembered walking into that general hospital and making my way to the chief lab scientist. A man in his mid- fifties.
Immediately I entered, he looked at me expectantly, hoping to please this young,fresh fellow.
The words that came out of my mouth must have mortified him.
He looked at me with mouth wide open.
Maybe he was still trying to wrap his mind around my odd preposition.
I repeated myself again." Sir, I want to sell my blood".
He gently put down his glasses. He was still trying to understand how this ebullient,fresh looking , well-fed man can utter this
I was dead broke and I needed money to eat.
With a calm voice he told me to approach a certain lab nearby.
I could see the lock of sympathy in his eyes.

I trekked down to the lab he described and met a young, beautiful girl. At this stage I wasn't even considering beauty or shame. I just needed the 3k to eat.
She must also have been shocked, guaging from the expression on her face. Who wouldn't?
She told me to come back in the evening as the person in charge wasn't around.
I sensed she didn't believed my mission. She must have felt i was some sort of government official sent undercover to scrutinize their activities.
If only she knew the rumbling in my stomach.
I repeated the visit later in the evening and she said same thing. I left and never came back.
Looking back to that day, I'm overwhelmed by emotions.

I remembered when I was driving keke. I have worked in some mid-size firms but I was out of job and needed to fend for family.
I sold my car ( wasn't suitable for transportation biz) and bought a fairly used. tricycle. So began another tale of woes
The dude I took along with me to help out with inspection,tricked me into picking that particular keke.
He later went back to collect his kickback.
Every week one or two troubles. I begin to talk waka for road. Remain small people for tag me craze man
Got to a point, early morning, I will creep out from my apartment before everyone wakes up and lay my hands on my keke accompanied with hot prayers.( seriously). Kabashing and decreeing on my keke.
Well, it kinda worked but I guess there is a limit to where miracle can carry a dilapidated pile of crumbling engineering.
One day, it was time up.
I just managed to push it to my house and left it. The bugger refused to move.
I remembered how a friend came to me to tell me he was disappointed I was now driving keke.
He said I fxck up!
How can I condescend so low?
Well I pay no mind to him.
Same dude later came pestering me now and then for 1k or 2k to go and source for jobs.

But I still have to quiet the stomach rumbling. Resources was out and I need to provide. I called a younger friend and told him I need to work at the site he was supervising. He protested but I wasn't going to listen to him.
I went there and almost died! Omo! No be small something. Those of una wey dey do this hustle, I carry hand for una!
After the days job, I got 2k. Others were given 1500 but matthew decided to give me extra even though i didnt work as hard as the other guys.
Maybe he felt guilty allowing an older bro to do this job. He was young and used to look up to me.
I washed up and hurried to a nearby store to get some provision for the home. Did I mentioned a neighbor saw me
Waking up the next day na wahala. E be like say dem put 50kg of load on my chest.
I struggled yo hit site. Before midday, I was wheezing and panting like a tired and over labored steam engine.
By the third day, I gave up. Local Man cannot come and kill himself.
I have never done this type of hustle before then.

Today I look back and smile. What a journey. I am not out of the wood yet. There are still days I go without money but things are clearer now. My objectives are more focused now and my paths more defined. Above all I'm most hardened and resolute in my resolve to succeed.
I made a promise to myself this morning never to quite until the last whistle. We must play the full 90 minutes and demand for extra time sef.

I don't know how life is treating you but never give up.
Happy Father's day to me too
I truly deserve it
Mods no front page pls.

Any body wey this ur story no motivati,nothing go motivate am again.

Glad I read all.

Most at times, we condescend so low albeit legally and somehow morally justifiable so as not to beg.

God will butter our bread someday.

I have a friend that keeps carrying herself so high, no job rather she prefers to beg me and other friends for money and clothes rather than looking for job as a receptionist. She is with a third class and no skills.

Her matter tire me, I told her to sell stuff in her street, she said everyone is doing that, suggested about frying akara and stuff she said shame no go let her and yet lives in face me I face you with two kids.

I'm tired if helping her out as things have not really been cozy for me.

beautyhd:
Glad I read all.

Most at times, we condescend so low albeit legally and somehow morally justifiable so as not to beg.

God will butter our bread someday.

I have a friend that keeps carrying herself so high, no job rather she prefers to beg me and other friends for money and clothes rather than looking for job as a receptionist. She is with a third class and no skills.

Her matter tire me, I told her to sell stuff in her street, she said everyone is doing that, suggested about frying akara and stuff she said shame no go let her and yet lives in face me I face you with two kids.

I'm tired if helping her out as things have not really been cozy for me.

Third class graduates fascinate me.
Where is your friend residing in Nigeria?
Would you consider her serious minded enough to change the trajectory of her life?

Perhaps I could of be of some little help.

I find your usage of the word SOLD to be inappropriate.
Perhaps you needed to paint a clearer picture of your financial situation hence your choice of word, but still, it's inappropriate.

The correct term is DONATE.
People actually get paid to do this, and guess what, a lot of them didn't do it because they're so nice and humanitarian... They probably needed the money too.

So instead of thinking of yourself as a defeated human being, you should be very proud and think of yourself as one of those special group of people who ensure that a hospital's blood bank remains stocked and ready to save lives.
God knows I can't do it, so nothing will make me sit down and watch anyone stick me with a needle to drain blood from me.


If it's sperm donation sha, count me in on that...
Anything I can do to help some bloody feminists and lesbians procreate, is definitely a worthy cause in my book.

Sunmars:
I remembered it like yesterday and it almost brought tears to my eyes.
.......
Happy Father's day to me too
I truly deserve it
Mods no front page pls.

Happy Father's day to you truly.
Hmmmm. The better everyone realise that life is turn by turn. We will all pass through something in this life. Some will pass through it early in life, some in mid-life and some, later in life.
Don't worry, morning is coming after a long night.

donate your blood voluntarily as thanksgiving