Job searcher in danfo (musing)

It’s 14:4 1pm as it appears on my watch and just left an interview somewhere on the island.  Prior to the date I felt hyper, having set out what to wear (ended up wearing something else. ..dry cleaner disappointed ), read up on the company’s bio and was ready to wow them.
Traffic down was crazy (its lagos,so, very much expected), but I arrived even if an hour late (the sanitation exercise was to blame). As I walked up the white tiled stair case to the waiting area,  my thoughts flowed through what I might be asked, how the interviewers would conduct the whole affair and the like. Once I got seated in the waiting room,  I browsed the Internet from facebook notifications to twitter and the company’s website to refresh my mind and then I played some zombie highway (smiles).
Long story short, I was ushered into the room when my turn came, was asked all the traditional questions and then some specific ones. Then i was told to pretend sell one of its products to a customer in 1 minute (I feel like my delivery wasn’t catchy enough even if I say so myself,  my speech was as fluid as ever though ). And then one of the interviewers ended the affair with the harkneyed feedback every job seeker hears; “thank you and we’ll get back to you”.
Well…we waiting
In a danfo bus sitting  5 on a row on my way back home and writing my thoughts on wordpress (the hustle as told by a job seeker in a danfo )

serial musing: 2nd

It’s 5:37 am in the morning and iv been up for over 30 minutes. From my bed, I hear the pattering of water from the well caused by those fetching with the rubber pales often stringed to artful yarns spun for the purpose. A soft smile appears on my cheek as I remember with mixed feelings over a decade back when I was one of those converged at the well somtimes even earlier, to draw water (time flies). Sounds of my mornings here in festac town are a mash-up of evangelicals with loud speakers draped over one shoulder and microphones on another, sounding  (no pun intended) warnings of repentance and calling for piety from any who wish to listen ( half of the target audience are often still snoozing, while another mass are too busy preparing to leave for work In the bustling city of Lagos to pay attention). It’s often these sounds meshed in the clicketying (my concoction) of my over 40 years old ( well, if it isn’t bad, why fix it like they say,lol) ceiling fan that gets my aural senses awake.

Today is the 2nd day I plan to post on my blog and you could say, I’m still absent inspiration (laughs), but eh, what’s sought will soon be found i hope, for all of our sakes really ( that’s me thinking I’m beginning to attract a following,  however little, *winks). As I watch the clouds brighten with every second nearing dawn, I’m forced to confront my plans for today; mainly doing laundry and maybe reading a magazine or two  (I havnt yet worked up my appetite for a book). The last one year saw a big lag in my literary obsessions (but I have excuses though), the nysc and some other professional exam interest had me reading only non-literary works ( just the dreary accounting textbooks, smh). Yes, if you just realised, I’m an accountant with a passion for literature. Like so many youths in this post NYSC/pre work phase, it’s not uncommon to feel clueless about what next, where the next major move should be and the like. In all honesty, I’m more spoilt for choice than clueless really. With a one year foray into radio journalism, I do know ( plus many a people have said I’d do great as a VJ or OAP), that ultimately my simmering flirtations with the media and literature will boil into a scalding affair, sooner or later ( there really is no hurry over here though). I’m just building commitment  to the involvements iv always thought up for some years now, that of running a casual/professional/diary – like /self-help/literary platform/fitness hub kind of blog where I could segue from writing about the right positioning for planks to a moot discourse on the ever present cultural tussle espoused in Chinua achebe ‘ s “things fall apart”, or even what the bench mark oil price for the years budget portends for Nigerians and our foreign commercial interactions. That is the dream, for me, that would be an achievement of sorts, personal, yes and filling me with fulfillment.

It’s dawn already. Lets get to work…care to join me do laundry (*winks, no washing machine o)

musing

It s been more than a year now since I opened this profile (I can’t call it a blog yet..i mean, there’s nothing posted on it,*smiles). Let’s not get ahead of ourselves and conclude this is me turning around to  begin posting regularly. ..i dont knw if my mind is made up yet but I can say this, recently,  i’v begun to want to write my thoughts down more often (the niche, though to centre all my literary ardour on seems the boggling affair).  Anyway,  what better way to pass time than write,listen to music and  sleep (if you ask me ,  that is). For me, this is me exercising my fingers and just talking to my self but  with the keyboards clacking to  carry on all my thoughts to wherever and to whomever is too bored to sleep and perhaps waiting for the arsenal Match to kick off (*smiles). 

So inspiration is spontaneaous and mercurial and that leaves me in a tight corner but eh, i promise to forget only the not so important bits here when I make any post. I love literature, and body fitness. I could talk for centuries on end or be as taciturn as they come , whichever the mood calls for. My range stays as unpredictable as  the weather yet possessing the same penchant to surprise (more like awe less  modestly) or just calm as the situation dictates. I couldn’t say where all this  ( that’s blogging,  if you havnt yet gotten that) will lead, but really I’m just in it for the ride and it will be a hell of a ride you bet. I’m one of the “three is a crowd” kind of people but eh,it’s blogging right, What’s the point if people don’t read and like it really? Join me discover  me and you if you dare, in the most unconventional blogging experience you’ve yet seen (you can decide if it’s enjoyable and worth the follow later,* smiles )