Please guys.join me in this boat let me share with you the story of a guy called dube.
You are all welcome.
Dube.how long will you be eaten my food.you are 28 years old and you are still in your father’s house.are you not ashamed of yourself. go and make money.all your mate are in the city doing well.making money.and taking good care of there parents.are you difference from them?eeh tell me.if you don’t leave this house for me in peace.you will leave in pieces.look at moris.the son of mazi nnamdi.he has built an upstair for his parents in this village.is he not your mate?.go and make money in the city ooo.am tired of giving you my food everyday.i need new wrappers and jewelries.go and make money and remove shame in me.this is too much.i can’t keep quiet any more.
That was the voice of my mother.telling me to go and make money.well she is right.i should be the one feeding my parents.not the other way round.but it wasn’t my fault.am tired of carrying files day in day out in the hot scorching sun.from one office to another.still no job.i have done some menia jobs to please my parents expecially my mother.but she never get satisfied.she always pushing me.comparing me with my mates who are doing well.am tired of her.
FIRST LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF.
My name is chidubem.but friends and family call me Dube.in short word. I am 28 years old and a graduate of IMSU i studied accounting. graduated two years ago with first class.which am very pround to say..i did my NYSC the following year.after serving my father’s land.i started hunting for job.from one office to another for the pass two years.but i havn’t got any positive reply from any of the banks that i applied.i have gone many interviews.all there replies was.go we will call you if you are qualified for the job.i have waited and waited and waited.but no call came.which made me to come back to the village to stay with my parents.i havn’t got any peace of mind through out my stay. here in the village.from one problem to another.my mother wasn’t helping the matter at all.she always forcing and pushing me out to go and make money.my ex girlfriend SUSAN by name.broke up with me.because i was broke.i can remember the conversation that lead to our departure.
SUSAN:baby m.i want to tell you something.
ME:go ahead dear.
SUSAN.please help me with fifty(50)thousand naira.i want to use it and do a little shoping.
ME:or dear.i don’t have such amount of money with me.please pardone me.
SUSAN.i don’t understand.you mean you don’t have common fifty thousand naira with you?.
ME:baby i wish i have that amount you just said.please bear with me.
SUSAN.ok.how much do you have?.
ME:erm.i only have.five(5)thousand naira with me.my last card.things are not going well with me.please manage it.
SUSAN.you can’t be serious dube.ordinary fifty thousand naira.you don’t have.and you said you love me.
ME:yes susan. i love you with all my heart.
SUSAN.then give me the money na.
ME:i said i don’t have.do you want me to steal?.
SUSAN.as you don’t have the money for me.i will simply go and meet those that will give me the money.infact this relationship is over.
ME:how do you mean.please don’t do this to me.
SUSAN.am sorry dube.i can’t continue this relationship with you.you can’t give me the life i wish to leave.you can’t solve my financia problem as a boyfriend you are.please this relationship is over.just go your way let me go my way.i already have another boyfriend.who can take good care of me.
That was how susan and i broke up.i suffered a heart broken for some months before i consoled myself and moved on.life wasn’t fair to me.i have suffered alot. to the extends working as a labourer in an ongoing building.which i havn’t done before.
No friend to talk to.all my friends has left me because of my condition.some are in the city.doing one work or the other.am even ashame of myself now.i’m now looking very unkept.no money to buy new clothes.no money to shave my beards.WHAT A LIFE.
TBC. Stay tune.
Please guys join me in this boat.let me share with you the story of my life.
You are all welcome.