I picked the phone and checked the message.
It was a text from my uncle in Ado-ekiti,
telling me that the job we earlier discussed
about had clicked, and he told me to call him.
I was so happy and joyous as I kept
screaming “halleluyah” in my room.
I was the
happiest man on earth that night. I checked
my account balance but didn’t have sufficient
airtime,
Thank God my neighbour “mama iyabo” the
gossiper sells airtime. I went to knock on the
door of her room that night at around 9pm to
purchase airtime. I recharged my phone and
dialled my uncle’s number.
ME: hello sir,
UNCLE: “bawo ni” onihaxy
ME: I’m fine sir. I got your message
UNCLE: yes, did you remember that mega
supermarket I told you about?
ME: yes sir
UNCLE: the one at Ado ekiti where I submitted
your CV 3 months ago and I said it was
owned by my boss?
ME: yes sir.
UNCLE: well, the manager there just resigned
because he got a job with an oil company.
ME: ok sir
UNCLE: so I have begged and discuss with my
boss that I want my son to work with him. He
said you should come this friday for an
interview.
ME: uncle, what about test? Will there be no
test before the interview?
UNCLE: I’m telling you that I have perfected
everything, you are talking about test. Abeg,
just come with your original credentials and
also make photocopies. I can assure you that
you will get the job. I can guarantee that one.
ME: uncle, thank you so much. I’m forever
grateful to you.
UNCLE: ignore that. What are we families for?.
Ever since the death of your father who is my
elder brother, I have vowed to be with you and
stand by you like a father for you, so its my
responsibility.
ME: ***sobbing on remembrance of my late
dad*** thank you sir.
UNCLE: my boss said he needed someone who
is good on computer so I told him you have
certificate in Oracle and Java aside your B.sc
and NYSC discharge certificate.
ME: yes I have them, thank you so much sir.
UNCLE: so, just prepare well for the interview,
and according to my investigation, the
previous manager earns 85,000 per month.
And I’m sure there would be some other
stipends and underground looting aside his
basic salary. So if you are smart of which I
believe you are, you would make close to 150k
per month.
ME: thank you sir.
UnCLE: but please, don’t disappoint me and
don’t put me to trouble when you get the job
please. Anyways, I trust you .
ME: thank you sir, I would be at Ado on
thursday evening sir.
UNCLE: alright, no problem. Bye
ME: bye ***hanged up****
I began to sing songs of praises to almighty
God. I was so happy even without going for
the interview yet.
“Well, today is sunday, I will make the
photocopies on tuesday” I thought to myself.
The following day which was monday, I went
to work with joy and happiness all written on
my face. I went straight to my boss to take
permission to be absent on friday. He wasn’t
ok with the permission but I kept begging him
that I wanted to go for a professional exam.
He told me he would deduct one thousand
naira from my salary which I replied him to go
ahead, “how much is 1k compared to 100k+
that I would make from the first pay of my new
job?”.
On closing for the day, I stopped over at
segun’s place to discuss the latest
development with him as it is our custom that
we don’t hide anything from each other. He
was happy with it and wished me well. From
segun’s house, I returned home, ate my dinner
after bathroom shower and I slept off.
I woke up on tuesday morning and prepared
for work. I have gotten inside the cab before I
remember that I wanted to make photocopies
of my credentials, but time wasn’t on my side
as I couldn’t return home to pick my
credentials file because I was almost late. I
exercised patience till I returned home after
the closure of the day.
I got home at 6:39pm on tuesday. I had
stopped by at the computer center located at
the entrance of our road and I told him to wait
for me to reach home and return back to make
photocopies before he closed for the day.
After pulling off my shoes and removing my
tie. I changed my cloths to a casual wear and
picked my palm slippers. I raised my hands
up to the top of my wardrobe to pick my
credentials file before proceeding to make
photocopies.
I just thought of it that I should check inside
of it to see if I still have a copy of my C.V
inside it or print out another one from my
email. Who knows?, I might need the C.V
during the interview.
I was shocked and weak as I unhook the
button on the case file to open it.
My B.sc certificate, NYSC certificate, Oracle
certificate and Java certificate were all
missing. I poured out everything on the floor
to search all through again and I still couldn’t
find all the four certificates.
“But all these credentials were inside this bag
before I left the GNLD office in niger state na?”
” I was so sure because I brought them out
even at the venue and then returned them
inside the same bag”.
***can somebody please wake me up, this
must be a dream**************
I pinched myself and I felt the pains, it was
then that I realised that I wasn’t dreaming. My
brain went dead and I couldn’t think of
anything.
“I have to go to Ado in 2 days time”
“What do I do?”
“Could it be bimpe?”
“How can I reach her when I don’t have
contacts?”
“Could it had spilled off the road during the
accident?”.
I began to ask myself rethorical questions and
there was no one to provide answers. After few
minutes of been restless and unstable, the
only person I could think of was segun. I
picked my phone, dialled his number
ME: hello sege
SEGE: how far onihaxy
ME: I dey. Abeg, you help me see my
credentials?
SEGE: which credentials?
ME: my B.sc, NYSC, Oracle and Java
certificates.
SEGE: sebi na you dey keep your things by
yourself.
ME: I couldn’t find it in the file.
SEGE: haaaa. How you take do am?
ME: I don’t even know. I remembered vividly
that I left niger state with the credentials
because I brought them out at the GNLD
venue.
SEGE: and did you return them inside the file?
ME: offcourse I did. Everything was intact till I
reached abuja.
SEGE: have you ever checked the file since you
left bimpe’s hospital?.
ME: not at all, I didn’t, because I didn’t have
any cause to use them until now.
SEGE: this must be bimpe’s handwork
ME: our thoughts are the same. I am also
suspecting her.
SEGE: have you found her contacts?
ME: no I haven’t.
SEGE: then call the doctor and enquire about
what happened to the file during your stay in
the hospital.
ME: ok pal..
I hanged up on segun. I then scrolled through
the numbers on my phone to search for the
doctor’s contact. I eventually found it and I
dialled but the response from the phone was
“the number you are trying to call is switched
off, please try again later”.
I screamed and began to murmur to myself in
my room. “Is this how I’m going to loose this
offer?”.
I continued trying the doctor’s number
repeatedly until 12am and I was hearing the
same “switched off” response. I cried and cried
like a baby. “If truly this is adebimpe’s
handwork, then its so unfair. What did I do to
deserve this?”.
I opened my facebook account and began to
search for her names again. I combined so
many names like “adebimpe nurse”, “adebimpe
portharcout”, “adebimpe abuja” and I couldn’t
find her account. I couldn’t sleep over the
night as my eyes were widely opened and
soaked with tears.
then that I realised that I wasn’t dreaming. My
brain went dead and I couldn’t think of
anything.
“I have to go to Ado in 2 days time”
“What do I do?”
“Could it be bimpe?”
“How can I reach her when I don’t have
contacts?”
“Could it had spilled off the road during the
accident?”.
I began to ask myself rethorical questions and
there was no one to provide answers. After few
minutes of been restless and unstable, the
only person I could think of was segun. I
picked my phone, dialled his number
ME: hello sege
SEGE: how far onihaxy
ME: I dey. Abeg, you help me see my
credentials?
SEGE: which credentials?
ME: my B.sc, NYSC, Oracle and Java
certificates.
SEGE: sebi na you dey keep your things by
yourself.
ME: I couldn’t find it in the file.
SEGE: haaaa. How you take do am?
ME: I don’t even know. I remembered vividly
that I left niger state with the credentials
because I brought them out at the GNLD
venue.
SEGE: and did you return them inside the file?
ME: offcourse I did. Everything was intact till I
reached abuja.
SEGE: have you ever checked the file since you
left bimpe’s hospital?.
ME: not at all, I didn’t, because I didn’t have
any cause to use them until now.
SEGE: this must be bimpe’s handwork
ME: our thoughts are the same. I am also
suspecting her.
SEGE: have you found her contacts?
ME: no I haven’t.
SEGE: then call the doctor and enquire about
what happened to the file during your stay in
the hospital.
ME: ok pal..
I hanged up on segun. I then scrolled through
the numbers on my phone to search for the
doctor’s contact. I eventually found it and I
dialled but the response from the phone was
“the number you are trying to call is switched
off, please try again later”.
I screamed and began to murmur to myself in
my room. “Is this how I’m going to loose this
offer?”.
I continued trying the doctor’s number
repeatedly until 12am and I was hearing the
same “switched off” response. I cried and cried
like a baby. “If truly this is adebimpe’s
handwork, then its so unfair. What did I do to
deserve this?”.
I opened my facebook account and began to
search for her names again. I combined so
many names like “adebimpe nurse”, “adebimpe
portharcout”, “adebimpe abuja” and I couldn’t
find her account. I couldn’t sleep over the
night as my eyes were widely opened and
soaked with tears.
The next morning. I managed to go to work
with a sad mood and a frowned face, even my
neighbours noticed my mood and began to
ask me questions which I ignored. I even
transferred aggression to the cab driver that
took me off from my street to work by
shouting on him and insulted him when he
was playing a fuji music on his car stereo.
I got to work and my face was still sad and
looking scary. My colleague also asked me
about what happened and I ignored them
also. I brought out my phone and continued
to try the doctor’s number till it went through
at around 10am.
ME: hello doctor
DOC, hello, who am I speaking with?
ME: onihaxy ***i introduced myself and he
remembered***
DOC: ooook, how are you today?
ME: I’m fine sir, I tried calling you yesterday
evening but it was switched off
DOC: that’s true, I was in the theatre then
ME: ok sir, please sir, I have a problem
DOC: what’s that?
ME: its about my credentials. I couldn’t find
them since I left your hospital.
DOC: which credentials is that?
ME: my Bsc, NYSC and some other
credentials.
DOC: I remembered I handled over a file and a
bag to you when you were discharged. So
which one are you talking about?.
ME: that’s true sir. But the credentials were
missing. other credentials like my waec, neco,
and some others were intact. Just the four are
missing.
DOC: I don’t know anything about credentials.
All I knew was that I gave you everything that
was brought here with you.
ME: sir, please. Apart from you, who also had
access or accessed the file.
DOC: nobody except one of my nurses whom I
gave the file to and I told her to look through
them maybe we could see a contact or
number of someone closed to you to call since
your mobile phone wasn’t brought here with
you. And immediately she was through with it
and couldn’t find anything, she returned it to
me and I kept them in my office.
ME** scared*** which of your nurses sir?
DOC: and why are you asking.
ME: I just wanted to know sir, who knows, she
might have misplaced it somewhere in the
hospital.
DOC: well, its nurse bimpe,
ME: ***screamed!!!!*****,
I’m doomed!!!!!!
DOC: what happened?
ME: adebimpe had killed me sir. She was the
one who took my credentials.
DOC: what are you talking about?, did you
know her somewhere before you came to my
hospital?
ME: yes sir, very well sir.
DOC: but I was asking you the other time that
“have you guys met somewhere before?” And I
could remember that your response was “NO”.
ME: that’s true sir, but I knew her too well sir.
She was my ex-girlfriend sir.
DOC: really?
ME: yes sir, she took my results. I’m so sure
of that sir.
DOC: the nurse who was so nice to you all
through your stay in this clinic?, who fed you
and stood by you all through the nights?. I’m
not sure she can do something of such.
ME: please help me with her contacts sir.
Please sir, also help me with her address in
abuja sir. I will be in abuja tomorrow morning
sir.
DOC: unfortunately, bimpe doesn’t work here
anymore, her number which I used to have is
no longer reachable, and the information I
heard was that she no longer stays in abuja
anymore. So I’m sorry.
ME: **heart broken***. I’m doomed sir. Please
sir, you are my last hope sir. Please help me
in anyway you can sir. Please I’m begging sir
****crying on call*****
DOC: ok, call me back in an hours time, let me
enquire from other nurses who were are
friends maybe they would have the idea about
her whereabouts and contacts.
Me: ok sir
with a sad mood and a frowned face, even my
neighbours noticed my mood and began to
ask me questions which I ignored. I even
transferred aggression to the cab driver that
took me off from my street to work by
shouting on him and insulted him when he
was playing a fuji music on his car stereo.
I got to work and my face was still sad and
looking scary. My colleague also asked me
about what happened and I ignored them
also. I brought out my phone and continued
to try the doctor’s number till it went through
at around 10am.
ME: hello doctor
DOC, hello, who am I speaking with?
ME: onihaxy ***i introduced myself and he
remembered***
DOC: ooook, how are you today?
ME: I’m fine sir, I tried calling you yesterday
evening but it was switched off
DOC: that’s true, I was in the theatre then
ME: ok sir, please sir, I have a problem
DOC: what’s that?
ME: its about my credentials. I couldn’t find
them since I left your hospital.
DOC: which credentials is that?
ME: my Bsc, NYSC and some other
credentials.
DOC: I remembered I handled over a file and a
bag to you when you were discharged. So
which one are you talking about?.
ME: that’s true sir. But the credentials were
missing. other credentials like my waec, neco,
and some others were intact. Just the four are
missing.
DOC: I don’t know anything about credentials.
All I knew was that I gave you everything that
was brought here with you.
ME: sir, please. Apart from you, who also had
access or accessed the file.
DOC: nobody except one of my nurses whom I
gave the file to and I told her to look through
them maybe we could see a contact or
number of someone closed to you to call since
your mobile phone wasn’t brought here with
you. And immediately she was through with it
and couldn’t find anything, she returned it to
me and I kept them in my office.
ME** scared*** which of your nurses sir?
DOC: and why are you asking.
ME: I just wanted to know sir, who knows, she
might have misplaced it somewhere in the
hospital.
DOC: well, its nurse bimpe,
ME: ***screamed!!!!*****,
I’m doomed!!!!!!
DOC: what happened?
ME: adebimpe had killed me sir. She was the
one who took my credentials.
DOC: what are you talking about?, did you
know her somewhere before you came to my
hospital?
ME: yes sir, very well sir.
DOC: but I was asking you the other time that
“have you guys met somewhere before?” And I
could remember that your response was “NO”.
ME: that’s true sir, but I knew her too well sir.
She was my ex-girlfriend sir.
DOC: really?
ME: yes sir, she took my results. I’m so sure
of that sir.
DOC: the nurse who was so nice to you all
through your stay in this clinic?, who fed you
and stood by you all through the nights?. I’m
not sure she can do something of such.
ME: please help me with her contacts sir.
Please sir, also help me with her address in
abuja sir. I will be in abuja tomorrow morning
sir.
DOC: unfortunately, bimpe doesn’t work here
anymore, her number which I used to have is
no longer reachable, and the information I
heard was that she no longer stays in abuja
anymore. So I’m sorry.
ME: **heart broken***. I’m doomed sir. Please
sir, you are my last hope sir. Please help me
in anyway you can sir. Please I’m begging sir
****crying on call*****
DOC: ok, call me back in an hours time, let me
enquire from other nurses who were are
friends maybe they would have the idea about
her whereabouts and contacts.
Me: ok sir
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