More

Thursday, 21 February 2019

Diary of a new Lagos Wife๐Ÿ’: The Job Hunter ๐Ÿ”ซ ๐Ÿน

Dear diary,


Boy, do I have a lot to say, especially as it relates to these elections. But let's start with the most pressing of them all (as it relates to me of course), job hunt!!!

I've gradually come to the realisation that job hunting in Lagos, is an etirely different ball game. I'm afraid, I won't be going into specifics but believe me, it is. 

I remember while back in Abuja, sitting in my cozy office, chatting with a Lagosian friend about the scarcity of jobs in Lagos and I'm wondering how that could be when job vacancy ads were swimming with them? Let's just say, I understand better now. Then, I simply couldn't. 

When I look back, I laugh because I now understand what his response, “you won't understand” meant. I so understand that nine times out of  ten job ads one may come across are fraudulent. Yes, Lagos is indeed a prowling jungle cat which reminds me of a poem I once wrote about it๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ


I also now understand to an extent how hunters feel when they go to the bush and come back empty handed (infact, I'm now understanding a number of things, no thanks to Lagos). It's not a nice feeling. It's a demoralising one. But do they quit and decide to pack up their tools and fold their arms? No. The very next day or week or month or whenever, they cock their guns and head back into the bush.

So what have hunters and bush got to do with me you may ask? If you don't know by now, you probably didn't read this post from the beginning. Do so now? ๐Ÿ˜

Well, I'll still answer, a lot. Cos you see, I'm now a hunter. With Lagos, the jungle. I'm tempted to claim to be king of the jungle, but nah, I leave that for the agberos*.

And so, with all the little idiosyncrasies I've noticed about the city so far, I think it's time to state that there is Nigeria and then, there is Nigeria (Lagos). 

Meanwhile, I came across a facebook post, that any neighborhood built in the midst of fuel stations should just say odaaro** to constant electricity and ekaabo*** to epileptic power supply. Ain't that the truth? Honestly, I pondered on this submission and I think he's right. Because:

  1. This is Lagos. If this had been said about an Abuja neighborhood, nah, wouldn't believe it. But here in Lagos, anything (if not all things) is possible. 
  2. I live in such a neighborhood and what he claimed, I'm experiencing. So yeah, I believe that. 

Next time and up next, the Lagos driver travails.
Cheers... 

P. S
*Touts 
**Goodbye 
***Welcome

No comments:

Post a comment