A twist of Fate (A Nigerian Love Story)

Chapter 2

I was walking down the road on my way back. I was feeling hopeless and i was tired of the world. It was another day, and my 785th day of job searching. Yes, i was counting the days. I went out everyday to look for a job with the exemption of Sundays. So yes i had searched for employment for close to two years but with no luck. It seemed to be that the whole world was against me. I felt like i was choking and that there was no saving me. I was a brilliant young woman who had finished her NYSC. I had completed my bachelors degree with a first class too. I would have gone for an MSc degree but i lacked the funds. My parents were poor. My dad was a bus driver and my mum was a petty trader. They barely made enough to support the feeding of our family of 7. I was the first child and therefore i had the responsible to cater for my younger ones. However it seemed luck was not on my side. Most places i went to promised me an interview but never contacted me back. The few interviews I actually went to always went fine, but the job would always be given to someone else. That someone being the child of the managing director, someone who had given the MD a "kola" which is bluntly a bribe or a random girl who was having an affair with the boss. I knew i was qualified but i was nobody. I knew no one of any importance and i was not ready to have an affair in exchange for a job. However i knew i had to do something. I was on the verge of giving up and had made up my mind to join my mums business. As i walked down deep in thoughts, I didn't look as i was crossing the road. A very loud screech and the awareness that a car had braked right in front of me brought me back to my senses.

"Are you okay? Are you out of your mind? Why would you not look when crossing the road!" Someone screamed at me.

I looked up and stared at the most handsome face i had ever seen. "I... i ... " I stammered. I couldn't bring myself to say anything coherent. "You what!" He screamed unaware of the effect he was having on me.

I still couldn't speak but kept staring at him. " you must be crazy" he said when I didn't say anything more and got into his car.

I was thoroughly shaken, and it wasn't till he drove off that i was able to process all that had happened.

"Get a grip on yourself Ngozi!" I said to myself. "You will do no good if you die now and neither will you be of any use if you give up. So get a grip on yourself, and get yourself home in one piece" i kept saying to myself as i walked home.

I arrived home after about an hour walk. I did not have any money for transportation which was why i had walked. None of my parents were home when i arrived, but i met my brother Ikenna frying cassava which would be used to make garri which we would have for dinner. I changed into a blouse and a wrapper and went to help him, but not without looking at myself in the mirror and giving myself a prep talk. I made up my mind that i would apply again and again, till i was favored

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