Big Dream 1

Our heads are high in the air. Our hopes disarm the sky. We deserve the best after our endeavours and our vow is to disallow anything capable of hunching our backs and bringing our faces down. We are two proud fresh, highly optimistic graduates.

We are actually on our way to secure our dream jobs. We are almost perfect in our black formal suits and shoes to match. Our briefcases are burdened with the necessary documents.

We are two fresh graduates who fancy billionaires and whose impulse at the moment is how to make money, make some business investments and watch ourselves grow to become young billionaires and probably secure a place among the world’s top ten richest.

To achieve this, we are not really going to work with what we got from some of the farewell words from our friend, mentor and lecturer, Dr Gregory Nwaku, who said, “The problem with fresh graduates is that they waste a lot of time in idleness waiting for big share of the national cake, ” the big job”. Many of them find it hard to stoop low and engage themselves in available jobs or self establish.”

He had looked at us eyeball to eyeball, one after another and said, “Never ever do that. Grab any job available. Put body and soul together and then keep searching for the big one. If possible Farm, trade, get skills like repairs, plumbing, wiring, and so on. just fix yourself somewhere and never ever depend on anybody to solve your financial needs. In essence, do not be a burden to anyone.”

“Our hopes are high sir, we are optimistic, ” Ikedi had said.

“Well, well, well! I’m impressed by your optimism but I bet you will soon discover that there’s a lot of job market completely saturated. So your school performance will not matter much. Companies are interested in experience more than they are interested in first-class holders. Focus on getting the experience.”

‘It’s alright sir, we’ll commit that to mind.” I had said.

“You just have to start from somewhere, get some work experience, get something in your pocket and look out for bigger opportunities,”

“Thank you for your sincere advice sir.” We said those words to bring the section to an end and at the same time show gratitude and appreciation – a pretended one for when both of us were out of his earshot, we laughed it over especially the part about grabbing low jobs, farming and trading.

That will never happen. We didn’t go to the Uni- to spend five years only to be identified with farming and petty trading. We read Electrical Engineering, with flying colours and even goats and fowls know where we should fit in.

I have my 2nd class Upper and Ikedi my friend walks head high, chest out, with his 1st class honours. What will ever stop us? We are positively proud. Again, we deserve the best. The best should be our reward and as we step into Altoe Sert Company Limited, our hopes are high. Certainty has already been applied to our minds. We’re walking away with our jobs either today or tomorrow with our exceptional credentials.

Keeping Peace #1

There is just one thing about Clement which keeps Stephnie crestfallen. He is that good man with a behavioural handicap; an eye for his consort’s earnings.

When he asked for her month’s salary on 31st January, barely a month after their wedding, she gave him. He had said he was broke due to wedding expenses and promised to pay back in no time. She was willing to support him as her better-half. But when he did it the second time and said it had to be that way, Stephnie went limp. He didn’t show such unwelcoming trait during courtship. She didn’t see it coming.

She works in the bank as an accountant and he works as a Petroleum Engineer in an oil company. His earning is five times more than hers and is sufficient enough to cover their expenses and surplus for savings. She is willing to support him but not in this way.

Stephnie’s mother often says that since Clem takes good care of her every need and covers every other household expenses, she should not bother.

“I know his type, just hand him the money whenever he asks for it. After all, whatever belongs to you belongs to him and vice versa. If that’s the price you have to pay to keep peace with him, pay it, it’s worth it in the end. Strive for peace with him” her mother had said.

It’s hard to do but Stephanie had to try hard to work with her mum’s advice for another whole year, hoping Clem would change but he is still the same. It’s now worse because he has started spying on her too to find out if she has any other side business going on and to find out if her salary has been increased.

“What? How could you allow him to do that to you?” Stephnie’s friend, Amaka had asked when she opened up to her.

“He buys everything for me though,” Stephnie had stammered.

“Look, I don’t care if he buys the whole world for you. Stand up and fight for your right now. Tell him politely that you won’t continue. Period. Not kneeling, no begging, it’s your money. Your money. You know what? It’s human for him to take a part of that money from you if he must, but inhuman to take the whole thing. I know you love and respect him but please don’t be dumb.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Stephanie had smiled and Amaka had wondered why bad things happen to good people.

That evening, Stephanie sat with Clem, poured out her mind in a respectful manner, but got the shock of her life.

To be continued……

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Keeping Peace is a story based on real life.