Emotional Conflicts

By: 360mind
Story encompasses: Life experiences: hustle, love life, hate, pain and emotional ambivalence
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Episode 1
The Shock of our Life
I have always thought of making mama great despite how much bad life has been treating me, It's 3 years now, a first class graduates haven't gotten a job but some say it is not about the certificate but the artificate, the engine (think-tank) on the inside of you that matters. The good news is that I was called for an interview this morning well, being called for an interview isn't a new thing to me. As usual I packed my file, this will be the 12th interview in 3 weeks (as in, I done taya) I quickly drank a cup of garri and set out joylessly, and honestly I was angry just because I didn't use sugar for that garri its not that I didn't have the money I will be using the last 700 naira with me for transport and lunch. That's my life, I don't care much about break fast but lunch is nonnegotiable I got to move for the 8:30am interview.

*7:12am*
Soon I stepped out with my white shirt, black tie, black trouser and my only shoes. I love black colors, I would have love red because my name is Valentine and red represents love, whatever. I live in Abuja, and you see, Abuja is a town that one can live economically if you want to, but the cost of transportation annually can start the foundation of 1 bed room flat, very expensive.

Before long, I took a bus from Bwari junction to Beggar, I was careful holding my pocket before I lose my last naira, (you know all this pick pocket guys nah) Not too long the bus stopped at the next junction and a lady showed up looking foiled, her Lexus jeep has frustrated her, she looks like she got to meet up an appointment and her car just broke down along the road, as the bus stopped, the following conversation took place.
Lady: conductor I want to pay for the whole seat (pointing at the second roll and I'm the only one sitting there)
Me: conductor where I go seat down?
Conductor: Oga abeg you go come down
Me: you say? (angry though still calm)
Conductor: Oga do come down, you know say passengers done scarce now, see madam where wan buy one 4 seat.
Me: Four seat just to relax (straighting my four fingers above my head)
I started getting angry, I looked at my watch 14 minutes to go, if I get down I will miss this interview
Me: madam manage this space naw
Lady: please hurry, I need to meet up with something,
(So na me come need to miss interview I said in my thoughts, this annoyed me more)
Me: I am not arguing, I just want you to understand that we all have target to meet up with, please manage this other space, I really need to meet up with something very important
Lady: do you know who I am, beside I have paid for the seats
Me: how will I know you, we are just meeting for the first time
Driver: Oga no waste our time come down
Me: I no dey come down if she no fit sit down here make she dey go, I said in pigin English
Soon other passengers join the conversation and supported me
One of the passenger: you dey do fine girl for public transport
Everybody: laughed out loud.
This hit her hard and she succumbed, coming inside she gave a very bad look, (eye me)
Lady: If not for my car that f***ked up non of you will see me here
Me: I no send..oo! las las I no commot for the bus
Lady: (silent)

*8:00am*

I got to Beggar and trekked to the location following the address on the job notifications. I arrived at the company, Crown Water Limited it was written well on the sign board but before I would make my way I saw a circular informing applicants that; "the supposed interview by 8:30am has been postponed to 10:00am Chai! I said with anger killing the ant on the circular as if it was its fault. I was angry because I invested alot of hope to come deliver, I have studied for this interview, l studied like one who has not prayed, and I prayed like I haven't studied just to get this job. Any way, let me manage. I hanged around.

10:00am
I was running with my necktie flipping left and write, no time straight to the interview spot, I quickly joined the cue as the last person that just arrived, already I have started revising the responds I planned for certain questions if asked, not too long, it was my turn. I took a confident step into the office and guess who I saw, the shock of my life, the ajebo lady at the bus, in my 27 years of living I have never been this shocked. I exhaled knowing that I am doomed. All my confidence melted.
Lady: you..! (Pointing at me and making a face in a manner that makes me uncomfortable)
I was speechless standing with an assurance that I have loss this job.
Although, she was looking more adorable in the office, brown skin, her long hair, I guess she is in her 25.
Lady: hey! What are you thinking are you not here for the interview?
Me: emmh emmh
Lady: smiles.

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