I know you missed me but I didn’t and would never miss you. I guess you know that you are the reason my life started a little bit slow even when I never planned it this way. You made me follow the path way I never knew would lengthen my life struggles. I write you this letter to update you about myself and remind you how you kept me jobless.
I remembered when I was in school and my good friend advised me to learn a skill, you were the one that told me not to. You told me that after all, my B.sc result will land me a job in an oil company. You made me listen to that lecturer that told me that once I graduate with a 2nd class upper or First class, I will be a hot cake in the market without any addition to my degree.
I graduated with a 2nd class upper and while I was at home waiting for NYSC, my friend again persuaded me to join him and learn some IT skills especially web-design, you made me ask him “Wetin concern Engineering and Web-Design?” He learnt it while I was at home flexing all in the name of I am now a graduate.
I went to camp and the girls wouldn’t let me rest and while my mates were learning some useful skills, I was at the Mammy market drinking away my 21 days. “After all, na once person dey serve” I say to myself. I finished from camp, and went for my PPA. Other friends were working to gain experience, and I was jumping from one club to another with the hope that my 2.1 would land me a super job in a top engineering company.
I remember my good friend that kept attending job shows. Even when he begged me to join, I was always with one excuse or the other especially
“Time never reach to hustle for job.”
He would leave me and do his own things while I was in my lodge sleeping and making merry.
On the day of our passing out; some companies came and offered jobs to people they felt had what they needed in Information Technology. My friend was hired with a starting salary of 80,000 naira and I was among those that clapped for him. I consoled myself with “when I am ready, I would earn 200,000 Naira at once.”
Dear past! You remembered all these right?
Do you know that I finished from NYSC and went back home to relax a bit before landing the so-called “Dream Job” my lecturer said I would land with my CV. After I had relaxed, I started to send out my CV through many online portals. You told me there was no need writing a good CV or cover letter that my good grade would take care of it for me.
I spent months at home and even my younger one was arguing about food who ate his food with me. I became frustrated and decided to leave for Lagos with the hope of landing my dream job. I never bothered to hustle for Jobs with the hope that online platforms are the best.
Dear Past I know you remembered all these. After 2 years of waiting, they advised me to manage even marketing job, and you still came up telling me that I was too big for such a small Job and I rejected the offer.
It was almost my 4th year at home; before I realized that I have been scammed by both you and my lecturer. My good friend back then from my university called me with a foreign number, and told me he had gotten a job with an IT firm that took him abroad. He asked me if I had any IT skill at all. That was when I remembered I had no professional qualification, no skill, just my Bsc certificate. Every night I cried and life had become frustrating for me. All those who saw me as the next big thing in life even gave up on me.
Out of shame to let people know that I am also a working graduate, I had to go teach in a small secondary and was collecting 12,000 naira as salary. I bore the shame but decided to prove the world wrong. During break periods, I would trek to so many places and submit my CV using various techniques I learnt when my eyes got opened.
Dear past, you made me go through this hard way. Along the line, God finally had mercy on my already frustrated life and my hustle paid off. After I took a course on article writing and graphics design, I was offered employment with a big writing firm in Lagos coupled with a salary that could move mountains.
I have my own car and house now. I don’t write because I am angry, but to let you know that I forgive you. And to the other under-graduate or graduates that you would keep or you have kept in the condition I was, I hope they read this and learn to do the right thing. Imagine what would have become of me if I had learnt just a skill back then at school.
I forgive you dear past but I don’t miss you and would never miss you at all. No love! from your much advanced self….