Ezi Afa Ka Ego@abstract_deity
It was 2015, just after graduation. I had just returned to Abuja after surviving UNIBEN.
I had a neighbour who worked at NRS (formerly FIRS). He had always been kind to me, and we used to talk about life whenever I came home during holidays. So when I finished school, I felt it was the right time to approach him about job opportunities.
Around that same time, a friend of mine came back with me from school. He didn’t want to return to Kaduna immediately, so he asked if he could stay with me for a week. He also wanted to use the opportunity to see his girlfriend in Abuja. I spoke to my parents, and they agreed.
When I spoke to my neighbour, he asked me to prepare my CV and bring a hard copy, as they were looking to hire. I mentioned my friend to him, and he said he could also submit his CV.
We both prepared our CVs and planned to visit him together so I could introduce my friend properly.
One Tuesday night, we went to his house, but he wasn’t around. I called him, but he didn’t pick. Later, he sent a message saying he had travelled and would be back on Thursday.
Unfortunately, I had to travel to Delta State on Thursday for personal reasons, while my friend was scheduled to return to Kaduna on Friday.
So I gave my CV to my friend and asked him to submit both his and mine to my neighbour when he returned. I had already informed my neighbour that my friend would come on my behalf, and he agreed.
I travelled.
When I got to Delta, I called my friend again to remind him. I had also confirmed that my neighbour was back in Abuja.
That evening, around 9pm, my friend went to submit the CVs and told me he had done so. The next day, he travelled back to Kaduna.
Everything seemed fine.
Until I returned to Abuja.
My neighbour called me and asked:
“Why did you change your mind about working with the government?”
I was confused. I said "as how naw?"
He then told me that the CVs submitted were for my friend and his girlfriend.
Mine was not included.
According to him, my friend said I wanted to go to law school first and maybe do some private practice before considering working with his agency.
My neighbour even showed me the CVs.
Mine was not there.
I called my friend.
His response?
“You know your parents are still alive… mine are not. Plus na only me my babe get. I just feel say job no go hard you get na why… abeg no vex.”
That was it.
Harrison… I hope this post goes viral and that you somehow come across it wherever you may be at the moment.
So you can see yourself clearly for the evil that you are.
