It wasn't long after i clocked 16yrs(2013) that i lost my first official job as a receptionist in a Hotel. It was a bad experience for me cause my survival was solely dependent on that very job at that time, It was very painful, but immediately, i had to beg for another job that i know 98% of youths in my age now would never accept to do for any reason!
I wouldn't blame anyone of my age who would not agree to do that job, it was a difficult moment for me, my uncle already kicked me out of his house with my bags, i had no where to go (it was a bike man who gave me shelter that night) thanks for the job that i got while i was writing my waec (at age 15+) i was able to raise money and rent a one room apartment (face me i face you)with the support of one Chief Ogadi who gave me 50k.
I pleaded for the post a gate keeper and a security guard. They told me i was too young (even though i was tall and already sprouting beard), i lied that i was older, anway, they believed i could do the job after so much pleading for the position of a gate keeper..
I would arrive work 6am and close by 7pm for the shift of another employer who was an old man (who possibly might have a grandchild already). I starved for days... I couldn't wait for month ending till i receive my salary (10,000 monthly) so i developed this idea of washing cars for customers at night.
I would hide in the office environment instead of going home after my shift, then at night, i would wash the available cars in the compound with detergents that was remaining from what the Gardner or cleaners used for their duty during the day. I would wash all the cars silently before 6am in the morning then i would wait patiently for the customers in the morning.
When opening the gate for them as they exit the hotel premises, i would explain to the car owner that i was the one that washed the car at night - some customers, out of understanding, would give me money, (200naira, 250naira, 300naira, the highest i received was one thousand naira from an army commandant- Ibrahim, 500naira from D.P.O Nnaji and one thousand naira from a custom officer who i never did anything for)while some would say "who send u work?"
Young and willing, i worked 24hours, i never returned home, i work as a gate keeper during the day and washed cars at night so i could balance my socioeconomic life. My classmates would laugh at me, many who knew me will pretend not to see me, i saw them all... But what concerns me? Mtcheeeew i worked harder each day so i can be better tomorrow.
I went to through so much, i can't tell everything now till i have a larger audience where i can inspire people with my true life experience, i know someday, I'll be a political leader in my country, someday I'll.
I was young, innocent, calm, i was always bullied (i was beaten so many times to join secret cult) i was intimidated many times.
I already had a sim, no one was calling, i already opened a bank account, no money was coming in, i already rented an apartment, no visitors came, I'm already born into this world, no family, both parents dead already, only child, didn't know my grandparents either. I would always cry and think of a poem like this on my mind:
"Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Did you not want a kid?
Is that why you fled?
It is too late now,
It will never be the same.
The time has changed me.
The past is to blame, without knowing who you are, I feel like I don't know myself.
I always wonder about who you could be.
Do you do the same? Or is it just me?
Do you ever think of how things could be?
I never knew you, but I hope you know me.
No one is showing me the way.
How am I supposed to know?
There is a saying,
"Every action is learned".
I don't know what to do
I don't know which way to go.
I thought parents were the guiding hand, put to help us grow.
Do I try to make it alone with nothing to fall back on?
Do I keep searching for answers,
For some clue of what I seek?
But it seems, that no matter how hard I try, I never find anything.
I just end up back at the beginning 😭.
I have tried everything I know.
Where do I go from here?
You are supposed to have the answers,
And build me up with cheer.
I don't know what you expect,
Or what you dream,
All I know is that you're my parents, the one i hope that one day I'll see.
I was becoming a loner and a saddist until i met a girl (her name is Favour) she is the only child of her parents... just like one of my favorite quotes "Friends are special ways God uses to take care of us"...Favour was excessively in love with me, she would bring me food, text me every second, send me card, and call me daily.
I lost my job later when i began to take the washing of car more serious than the gate keeping (i didn't get paid). Favour didn't sleep that night, she cried when i cried, her mum being a politician and a concerned mother who loves her only child so much called me that night, her dad as called 😂 (Lucky Udu don enter soup i thought to myself, but it didn't happen like that).
Favour later helped me to get a job as a Globalcom marketer, i was so happy, i worked with so much happiness and enthusiasm, holding a laptop with my left hands, a finger-print scanner around my neck and packs of sim cards in my bags and jacket pockets, we would travel in a van to neighboring villages to make sales.
The devil was always at the corner, i got lost one day in a deep village in Edo State, i couldn't find my way back to the van so i had to trek back to Delta state (i trekked for 10hours), Such is life! I was also arrested for roaming around the village (i cried bitterly with hand cuffs around my wrist inside one dirty dark room, someone i don't know drove into the police station with his expensive car bailed me and explained that he was led by his spirit of God to the police station to help me. (Lol, na so we dey meet dem everyday -one prophecy to another, them no dey bring money come na only message from God dem dey carry come)
Let me don't bore you, I'll skip so many part and go to the main message...God saw death coming to my door step, i didn't see it but God saw it. After my normal hustle (selling sim card), i would come back home and rest. After making my prayers around 9-10pm, i heard gunshots, soldiers, police men, vigilante groups has surrounded the compound i lived in.
I was terrified as i could hear my landlady's son(RIP) and his friends (a group of bhad guys) running out from the one room apartment in the backyard that there settled in to smoke Indian hem and gist. The boys all escaped the invasion of the soldiers even as they shot rapidly at them that night, the soldiers out of anger, started breaking the door of every room in that compound, destroying every property, they planned to bring down the house that night.
They beat up my landlady, hit her with gun, beat her up mercilessly because she harboured criminals, i was so scared, i felt like they could all hear my heart beating from inside my room even though the silence of the night has been broken by the soldiers invasion. I opened my door silently before anyone would mistakenly shoot through the wall, i was just wearing my underwear (boxer) crying like a child.
I thought my life has ended that night as the soldiers all cracked their guns on sighting me as i opened my room door to come outside with my hands up crying with catarrh coming out from my nose...All of sudden, i heard a familiar voice "Kai, Lucky, what are you doing here?" i raised up my head to look, but i couldn't see anything because torches with bright light from more than 20 soldiers were focused on me.
I replied "I'm just a Tenant sir" (i was just 16yr old, my voice was shaking and my body was already wet with hot tears and catarrh 😭)
The soldier replied "he is my boy" , "the D.P.O replied "he is my boy, let's go, let's go".
Brothers and sisters, always have it in mind that "It Is In Your Moment Of Decision That Your Destiny Is Shaped.
Nobody would know me today if i was proud not to have worked as a gatekeeper(2013) i would have been dead by now. Till date, i don't really know the sins those guys committed but there was a rumour that they killed someone and that was what led to that night's invasion.
I wouldn't blame anyone of my age who would not agree to do that job, it was a difficult moment for me, my uncle already kicked me out of his house with my bags, i had no where to go (it was a bike man who gave me shelter that night) thanks for the job that i got while i was writing my waec (at age 15+) i was able to raise money and rent a one room apartment (face me i face you)with the support of one Chief Ogadi who gave me 50k.
I pleaded for the post a gate keeper and a security guard. They told me i was too young (even though i was tall and already sprouting beard), i lied that i was older, anway, they believed i could do the job after so much pleading for the position of a gate keeper..
I would arrive work 6am and close by 7pm for the shift of another employer who was an old man (who possibly might have a grandchild already). I starved for days... I couldn't wait for month ending till i receive my salary (10,000 monthly) so i developed this idea of washing cars for customers at night.
I would hide in the office environment instead of going home after my shift, then at night, i would wash the available cars in the compound with detergents that was remaining from what the Gardner or cleaners used for their duty during the day. I would wash all the cars silently before 6am in the morning then i would wait patiently for the customers in the morning.
When opening the gate for them as they exit the hotel premises, i would explain to the car owner that i was the one that washed the car at night - some customers, out of understanding, would give me money, (200naira, 250naira, 300naira, the highest i received was one thousand naira from an army commandant- Ibrahim, 500naira from D.P.O Nnaji and one thousand naira from a custom officer who i never did anything for)while some would say "who send u work?"
Young and willing, i worked 24hours, i never returned home, i work as a gate keeper during the day and washed cars at night so i could balance my socioeconomic life. My classmates would laugh at me, many who knew me will pretend not to see me, i saw them all... But what concerns me? Mtcheeeew i worked harder each day so i can be better tomorrow.
I went to through so much, i can't tell everything now till i have a larger audience where i can inspire people with my true life experience, i know someday, I'll be a political leader in my country, someday I'll.
I was young, innocent, calm, i was always bullied (i was beaten so many times to join secret cult) i was intimidated many times.
I already had a sim, no one was calling, i already opened a bank account, no money was coming in, i already rented an apartment, no visitors came, I'm already born into this world, no family, both parents dead already, only child, didn't know my grandparents either. I would always cry and think of a poem like this on my mind:
"Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Did you not want a kid?
Is that why you fled?
It is too late now,
It will never be the same.
The time has changed me.
The past is to blame, without knowing who you are, I feel like I don't know myself.
I always wonder about who you could be.
Do you do the same? Or is it just me?
Do you ever think of how things could be?
I never knew you, but I hope you know me.
No one is showing me the way.
How am I supposed to know?
There is a saying,
"Every action is learned".
I don't know what to do
I don't know which way to go.
I thought parents were the guiding hand, put to help us grow.
Do I try to make it alone with nothing to fall back on?
Do I keep searching for answers,
For some clue of what I seek?
But it seems, that no matter how hard I try, I never find anything.
I just end up back at the beginning 😭.
I have tried everything I know.
Where do I go from here?
You are supposed to have the answers,
And build me up with cheer.
I don't know what you expect,
Or what you dream,
All I know is that you're my parents, the one i hope that one day I'll see.
I was becoming a loner and a saddist until i met a girl (her name is Favour) she is the only child of her parents... just like one of my favorite quotes "Friends are special ways God uses to take care of us"...Favour was excessively in love with me, she would bring me food, text me every second, send me card, and call me daily.
I lost my job later when i began to take the washing of car more serious than the gate keeping (i didn't get paid). Favour didn't sleep that night, she cried when i cried, her mum being a politician and a concerned mother who loves her only child so much called me that night, her dad as called 😂 (Lucky Udu don enter soup i thought to myself, but it didn't happen like that).
Favour later helped me to get a job as a Globalcom marketer, i was so happy, i worked with so much happiness and enthusiasm, holding a laptop with my left hands, a finger-print scanner around my neck and packs of sim cards in my bags and jacket pockets, we would travel in a van to neighboring villages to make sales.
The devil was always at the corner, i got lost one day in a deep village in Edo State, i couldn't find my way back to the van so i had to trek back to Delta state (i trekked for 10hours), Such is life! I was also arrested for roaming around the village (i cried bitterly with hand cuffs around my wrist inside one dirty dark room, someone i don't know drove into the police station with his expensive car bailed me and explained that he was led by his spirit of God to the police station to help me. (Lol, na so we dey meet dem everyday -one prophecy to another, them no dey bring money come na only message from God dem dey carry come)
Let me don't bore you, I'll skip so many part and go to the main message...God saw death coming to my door step, i didn't see it but God saw it. After my normal hustle (selling sim card), i would come back home and rest. After making my prayers around 9-10pm, i heard gunshots, soldiers, police men, vigilante groups has surrounded the compound i lived in.
I was terrified as i could hear my landlady's son(RIP) and his friends (a group of bhad guys) running out from the one room apartment in the backyard that there settled in to smoke Indian hem and gist. The boys all escaped the invasion of the soldiers even as they shot rapidly at them that night, the soldiers out of anger, started breaking the door of every room in that compound, destroying every property, they planned to bring down the house that night.
They beat up my landlady, hit her with gun, beat her up mercilessly because she harboured criminals, i was so scared, i felt like they could all hear my heart beating from inside my room even though the silence of the night has been broken by the soldiers invasion. I opened my door silently before anyone would mistakenly shoot through the wall, i was just wearing my underwear (boxer) crying like a child.
I thought my life has ended that night as the soldiers all cracked their guns on sighting me as i opened my room door to come outside with my hands up crying with catarrh coming out from my nose...All of sudden, i heard a familiar voice "Kai, Lucky, what are you doing here?" i raised up my head to look, but i couldn't see anything because torches with bright light from more than 20 soldiers were focused on me.
I replied "I'm just a Tenant sir" (i was just 16yr old, my voice was shaking and my body was already wet with hot tears and catarrh 😭)
The soldier replied "he is my boy" , "the D.P.O replied "he is my boy, let's go, let's go".
Brothers and sisters, always have it in mind that "It Is In Your Moment Of Decision That Your Destiny Is Shaped.
Nobody would know me today if i was proud not to have worked as a gatekeeper(2013) i would have been dead by now. Till date, i don't really know the sins those guys committed but there was a rumour that they killed someone and that was what led to that night's invasion.
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