"Storytelling isn’t my thing, I don't think I am one of those guys who would send you on a wild goose chase with my story, helping you rack your brains. No I offer no help for your problems, or whatever that might beset you in this hall. All the rule on this board are strictly to be adhered to. A slight breakage in any, would cause me to throw you out.."
Those were the words of the hall invigilator where I was to write my test, I wondered what must have provoked him in lashing out those words on us.
Well before all this jamboree of varying and inconsistent use of words, different in meaning to us. Large crowd of appreciating individuals ( appreciating in the fact that they listened to the call for a changed Nigeria, with little concern for what they'd get in return) filled the building of the government owned establishment to undergo the planned exercise required for their intake.
All that was required was a O-Levels then you can imagine the number of turnout, and yes the supposed planned pay. By merely looking at the faces of those present for the test I could guess that ⅔ (two-thirds) of them were degree holders ( I could even swear that I saw a doctorate degree holder, lol). From discuss of some test writers who were Orimaic by there activities (I mean those who acted as if they owned the establishment, those who knew virtually every existing employee by name), I was told the pay is #15,000 monthly, plus daily and regular meals at lunch.
For #15,000, graduates like myself left the comfort of my home, swallowed the insults of the bus conductor I entered (a story for another day), listened as one short, fat, and yeye man lashed out words on me.
It made some of those orimas, some I learnt had undergone the programme before come to do it again.
As of the date of this write up, fifteen thousand isn’t going to be enough for 2 weeks for a Pro Manager (details done in this link). Yet people churned out in their numbers.
O my Country Nigeria, can't you see how blessed thou art.