#Day24
It was already 2pm but I didn’t notice, I was lost in thought I just finished my youth service. I moved, round Lagos searching for a job but my efforts where unproductive. “Is it that am not good enough or I am just impatient I asked myself?
I picked up my diary to write.
Dear diary,
I am very sad although I don’t really know why. I decided to keep myself till I get married but am done with school and no man has won my heart. Is it that am too selective or am not attractive to my dream man? I got a first class yet have stayed up to one month without a job, I thought it was more than enough criteria to get a job. Has a spell being cast on me or is it that I am not really presentable. I am actually getting tired of life please tell me what to do. I know have not gotten up to the stage of frustration but would I sit and do nothing till I get to that stage? Is it till I think of taking poison before a solution is found what should I do please tell me. Maybe I should just end this now before am being used as a subject matter. I know you might be thinking am impatient but one month is enough for patience. Dear diary am so sorry I have to take my life, my house rent has expired and I thought getting a job would bail me out but I can’t wait till I am kicked out please forgive me. I might not be able to write again, greet you or call you sweet names. Don’t miss me too much.
Your one and only best friend
Bimpe.
I closed my diary and kissed it. It had being my only best friend since I was avoided by my peers because of my disability to work well. As I was about taking the Poison, my phone rang.
“Hello, is that miss bimpe”
“Yes may I help you”
“This is Mr Marshall calling from konnio oil limited you’ve being awarded the contract to be our engineer do resume work on Monday and enjoy the rest of your evening”.
I dropped the phone in awe thank God I didn’t take my life.
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