This is unbelievable! No wonder a lot of people
are carrying placards seeking employment, even
the ones who have jobs don’t even know the day
they would be sacked. What is Nigeria turning
into?
What you are about to read, as shared by
Haruspice’ Musings, is the plight of a Nigerian
who was a First Class graduate in a foreign
university and returned home to look for job.
Please read:
“I have been feeling sore since yesterday
following a heart-breaking scene I witnessed at
the popular Area 1 Park. Struggling to stop rains
of punches on his face was a young guy in his
30s. He was being mercilessly mobbed by two
other guys who were cursing, using all sorts of
obscenities.
I don’t know want moved me sha, but I had to
alight from my car in rescue of this guy…
I managed to stop the guys from their vicious
dexterities on this guy but not without getting a
slight scratch on my left ear. In between shoving,
I managed to push this guy into my car as I
drove away to a distant into safety. I could hear
the guys shouting after us, threatening to end his
life if he dares return to join them. Distant away
to safety, I asked the visibly shaken guy what the
problem was and thus went into a heart
shattering narrative that left me perpetually sore.
‘My brother, what you just witnessed was one of
the trials of life oh. Sitting with you here is a
first class graduate of the University of
Greenwich, London, UK. (September, 2011 – July,
2014) BSc (Hons.) Business Information Systems.
I am jobless and stranded. I came into Abuja
yesterday for an interview; I finished the
interview and ran out of cash. Because I didn’t
want to be seen as a beggar, I decided to join this
guys calling for passengers. In three hours, I
made N800. So I decided to gather at least N2000
that can take me back to Lagos. That was when
these guys pounced on me, demanding that I
register as a union member with N5000. I told
them my predicament but they insisted on taking
my phone.
‘My name is Abimbola Kareem, married with two
kids from Lagos state. I’m not just a first class
product oh, but a proficient person. I am a highly
dedicated Business Systems Analyst with working
knowledge of Business Intelligence, Web and
Information Systems development and general
products marketing. My understanding of system
analysis got me the scholarship from the NNPC to
study abroad. My brother, I came back and still
can’t get a job oh.’
He saw the tears in my eyes and he too joined in
the cry. It was an emotional time for me. In my
car is a total stranger pouring out his heart to
me. I stopped my tears and decided to give him
hope. I could see hunger in him but he swore he
wasn’t hungry. With the little stipends on me, I
drove him to Jabi Park and he boarded a vehicle
going to Lagos.
We exchanged numbers and I left him more
shattered. This morning, he called me to show
his appreciation and his wife also prayed for me.
I asked that he send his CV, which he eventually
sent this evening. As I type this, I have his very
rich CV with me.
I don’t know where to take it to but I have this
strong feeling that if I share this story here,
someone somewhere may help somehow. We
can’t afford to waste such a product.
Please share this story as far as possible until
someone employs Abimbola. He can be reached
via:
abimbola_kareem@hotmail.com | Mobile:
+234(0)8114493670 and +447550307400.
– this is the unfortunate reality in Nigeria today,
unless you know one big man, even with a First
Class you will be reduced to a nonentity. Please,
anyone with the means should assist Mr
Abimbola.
are carrying placards seeking employment, even
the ones who have jobs don’t even know the day
they would be sacked. What is Nigeria turning
into?
What you are about to read, as shared by
Haruspice’ Musings, is the plight of a Nigerian
who was a First Class graduate in a foreign
university and returned home to look for job.
Please read:
“I have been feeling sore since yesterday
following a heart-breaking scene I witnessed at
the popular Area 1 Park. Struggling to stop rains
of punches on his face was a young guy in his
30s. He was being mercilessly mobbed by two
other guys who were cursing, using all sorts of
obscenities.
I don’t know want moved me sha, but I had to
alight from my car in rescue of this guy…
I managed to stop the guys from their vicious
dexterities on this guy but not without getting a
slight scratch on my left ear. In between shoving,
I managed to push this guy into my car as I
drove away to a distant into safety. I could hear
the guys shouting after us, threatening to end his
life if he dares return to join them. Distant away
to safety, I asked the visibly shaken guy what the
problem was and thus went into a heart
shattering narrative that left me perpetually sore.
‘My brother, what you just witnessed was one of
the trials of life oh. Sitting with you here is a
first class graduate of the University of
Greenwich, London, UK. (September, 2011 – July,
2014) BSc (Hons.) Business Information Systems.
I am jobless and stranded. I came into Abuja
yesterday for an interview; I finished the
interview and ran out of cash. Because I didn’t
want to be seen as a beggar, I decided to join this
guys calling for passengers. In three hours, I
made N800. So I decided to gather at least N2000
that can take me back to Lagos. That was when
these guys pounced on me, demanding that I
register as a union member with N5000. I told
them my predicament but they insisted on taking
my phone.
‘My name is Abimbola Kareem, married with two
kids from Lagos state. I’m not just a first class
product oh, but a proficient person. I am a highly
dedicated Business Systems Analyst with working
knowledge of Business Intelligence, Web and
Information Systems development and general
products marketing. My understanding of system
analysis got me the scholarship from the NNPC to
study abroad. My brother, I came back and still
can’t get a job oh.’
He saw the tears in my eyes and he too joined in
the cry. It was an emotional time for me. In my
car is a total stranger pouring out his heart to
me. I stopped my tears and decided to give him
hope. I could see hunger in him but he swore he
wasn’t hungry. With the little stipends on me, I
drove him to Jabi Park and he boarded a vehicle
going to Lagos.
We exchanged numbers and I left him more
shattered. This morning, he called me to show
his appreciation and his wife also prayed for me.
I asked that he send his CV, which he eventually
sent this evening. As I type this, I have his very
rich CV with me.
I don’t know where to take it to but I have this
strong feeling that if I share this story here,
someone somewhere may help somehow. We
can’t afford to waste such a product.
Please share this story as far as possible until
someone employs Abimbola. He can be reached
via:
abimbola_kareem@hotmail.com | Mobile:
+234(0)8114493670 and +447550307400.
– this is the unfortunate reality in Nigeria today,
unless you know one big man, even with a First
Class you will be reduced to a nonentity. Please,
anyone with the means should assist Mr
Abimbola.
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