R.E.E.D Geng

Prologue

Almost every graduate from a
Nigerian university faces great uncertainty after school. I mean we get confused on what to do? Who to become and even how to live our life.

This beautiful uncertainty is caused by the four or you may say five years, including the one wonderful year added by the unavoidable Asuu strike which is sometimes structured in a way that all plans before school are spanned into dark ashes that hover before our once so innocent eyes.

Anyways, this ungodly situation is not for those that have daddy's money waiting outside the school gate or those with uncle's connection and most especially not for the married ones. But for us that neither have great uncles, daddy's stinking money, or hubby's love.

We were four broke-ass girls dressed in our MAMA and PAPA I MADE IT white polo and black trousers, each with different features but matching hearts and extraordinary hunger to make the cash.

Five years with the same friends... Five years studying the same course, moving through the same campus like zombies. It was as if we were glued together, intertwined and thrown into the Department of Mass Communication in Benue State University where getting high GP was not the goal but passing without a carryover.

And after that, what next?

What Next?

That was an unanswered question that brought all four of us back together in a one-room apartment in Abuja after three years of staying apart and seeing the zigzagness of being a Nigerian.

We were lost cobs jumping from one job to another, getting either fired or running away from the endless labor, low salaries, and molesters that we called employers.

Until that night...

The night it all began.

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