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MY LASGIDI EXPERIENCE
Getting to his well furnished barchelor's-like apartment, the cold seems more, I couldn't lift a finger. He had to carry me to the room and undress my rain soaked cloth. His hand unhooking my bra, I know I had to pay for this rare kindness with something more. These last twelve hours had my story to tell.
Just a job's vacancy yet over a hundred applicants, our fates in the hands of a five-man panel to decide. Who would have believed such a big organization would have such unorganized system. An interview that was slated to begin nine o'clock prompt didn't start till some minutes past ten o'clock. Maybe it's one of their wicked scheme to disarm applicants and wreck their confidence.
Is it wrong to come very early and be among the first set to submit their credentials while others come later and submit theirs on the pile. The names were called according to the submission and my credential is lying far below. They couldn't finish up by five o'clock in the evening which is the company's closing hour. The panels were understanding enough and promised to attend to more people even after the closing hours. Few minutes to seven o'clock and my name isn't called yet. I zeroed my mind of being called and would have to come back the next day, and so it eventually happened. I was pained to the bones.
It's already late in the evening, and I couldn't travel back to Osogbo that night. I had to fix myself for the night. Luckily I got an hotel
close by but the cost of passing a night will cost my destiny to pay for. So I respectfully walked myself out. This is my first time ever in Lagos, my mind started racing on how and where to pass the night.
The only person I could think of is Uncle Bolaji, my sister's ex, a part of me was telling me not to, but do I have a choice? After many trials, he picked his phone. He was happy to hear from me and knowing my
present predicament he promised to send his address once he drops
the call. I thought he ended the call to send what he promised but looking at the screen of my phone I realised it was my phone that switched off.
What a dilemma! The last time I checked it was on a battery percentage of twenty seven, but can I blame the phone, it is three years and some months old already.
I saw a lady standing nigh, seems she just closed from work waiting for a car. I walked up to her and explained my plight. She requested for my phone to use her powerbank to boost it. Like rapture, the next I saw was her on a bike running away with my phone. If she had known the condition of the phone she wouldn't have stolen it though, but I needed to get my Uncle Bolaji's address.
Like a well planned drama, another bike raced beside me and snatched my bag. Dragging with the rider, my files fell but he managed to get away with all my cash zipped in a small pocket of the bag. It's now I know the calamity that befell me. They showed me the life of Lagos. "Welcome to lasgidi," my spirit wailed within me.
Unannounced, the rain started drizzling. My last experience of asking for help made it hard for me to walk up to anyone again. Moreso, now when everyone is running to hid their heads from the rain. I packed my files, now tightly placed between my armpit having my share of bathe in the cold rain.
It's getting darker,my fears amounting. Shivering under a thatched shed I found down the street, all hope gone. Just then a black Toyota Camry packed beside me, he waved at me to hop in. Stories of kidnapping cases and my experience earlier in the evening started to replay in my head, but right now do I have a choice?
The last thing I remembered was me hopping in the car and some minutes later, the young man driving the car touching my forehead with the back of his palm and my system shutdown. The next morning, he's already by my bedside with a cup of coffee. I looked through under the duvet to check the necessary. He understands the message and smiled, "I'm a medical doctor and what happened last night means nothing to me. I'm only doing my job." He explained how I was feeling feverish few minutes to when I entered his car and how he helped me into his apartment and changed my dress to relax.
Like he read the confusion on my face, he replied with a great sense of humor, "why I didn't touch you? I don't know who you are, you could be my destiny helper and I'll not use some minutes pleasure to ruin that."
Sweet tears rolled down my cheeks. "What a height of humanity!" I said to myself. The world would be better if we have more people like Dr. Ben.
© The Dhramatikpen
Just a job's vacancy yet over a hundred applicants, our fates in the hands of a five-man panel to decide. Who would have believed such a big organization would have such unorganized system. An interview that was slated to begin nine o'clock prompt didn't start till some minutes past ten o'clock. Maybe it's one of their wicked scheme to disarm applicants and wreck their confidence.
Is it wrong to come very early and be among the first set to submit their credentials while others come later and submit theirs on the pile. The names were called according to the submission and my credential is lying far below. They couldn't finish up by five o'clock in the evening which is the company's closing hour. The panels were understanding enough and promised to attend to more people even after the closing hours. Few minutes to seven o'clock and my name isn't called yet. I zeroed my mind of being called and would have to come back the next day, and so it eventually happened. I was pained to the bones.
It's already late in the evening, and I couldn't travel back to Osogbo that night. I had to fix myself for the night. Luckily I got an hotel
close by but the cost of passing a night will cost my destiny to pay for. So I respectfully walked myself out. This is my first time ever in Lagos, my mind started racing on how and where to pass the night.
The only person I could think of is Uncle Bolaji, my sister's ex, a part of me was telling me not to, but do I have a choice? After many trials, he picked his phone. He was happy to hear from me and knowing my
present predicament he promised to send his address once he drops
the call. I thought he ended the call to send what he promised but looking at the screen of my phone I realised it was my phone that switched off.
What a dilemma! The last time I checked it was on a battery percentage of twenty seven, but can I blame the phone, it is three years and some months old already.
I saw a lady standing nigh, seems she just closed from work waiting for a car. I walked up to her and explained my plight. She requested for my phone to use her powerbank to boost it. Like rapture, the next I saw was her on a bike running away with my phone. If she had known the condition of the phone she wouldn't have stolen it though, but I needed to get my Uncle Bolaji's address.
Like a well planned drama, another bike raced beside me and snatched my bag. Dragging with the rider, my files fell but he managed to get away with all my cash zipped in a small pocket of the bag. It's now I know the calamity that befell me. They showed me the life of Lagos. "Welcome to lasgidi," my spirit wailed within me.
Unannounced, the rain started drizzling. My last experience of asking for help made it hard for me to walk up to anyone again. Moreso, now when everyone is running to hid their heads from the rain. I packed my files, now tightly placed between my armpit having my share of bathe in the cold rain.
It's getting darker,my fears amounting. Shivering under a thatched shed I found down the street, all hope gone. Just then a black Toyota Camry packed beside me, he waved at me to hop in. Stories of kidnapping cases and my experience earlier in the evening started to replay in my head, but right now do I have a choice?
The last thing I remembered was me hopping in the car and some minutes later, the young man driving the car touching my forehead with the back of his palm and my system shutdown. The next morning, he's already by my bedside with a cup of coffee. I looked through under the duvet to check the necessary. He understands the message and smiled, "I'm a medical doctor and what happened last night means nothing to me. I'm only doing my job." He explained how I was feeling feverish few minutes to when I entered his car and how he helped me into his apartment and changed my dress to relax.
Like he read the confusion on my face, he replied with a great sense of humor, "why I didn't touch you? I don't know who you are, you could be my destiny helper and I'll not use some minutes pleasure to ruin that."
Sweet tears rolled down my cheeks. "What a height of humanity!" I said to myself. The world would be better if we have more people like Dr. Ben.
© The Dhramatikpen
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