The receptionist had waved me off to a chair during a phone call about 10 minutes ago.
She was off the phone now and had signaled to some other
people waiting with me to go in. when I was the only one left, the signaling
stopped. I walked up to her and explained that I was here for a job interview.
“My name is Steven
Chidioke Johnson. I submitted my credentials last week and was asked to come
for an interview today”, I explained.
“I see no record of that. Are you sure you were allowed in
last week? ”, she asked, giving me a once over. I would have said that I have
never been more humiliated in my life, but then I remembered my scanty
belongings sitting inside Mummy Bola’s room waiting for me to claim them and
move to God knows where, and changed my mind.
“Please ask my Kolade. He asked me to come”, I gently
pleaded.
“Mr Kolade is in a meeting. Wait for him” she said then
waved me off yet again.
What choice did I have but to sit down? The interview was
meant to take place by 9 o’clock. I had arrived few minutes after 8 and had
been waiting ever since. It was 8:45 when a man walked in carrying a leather
suitcase and a car key in one hand as well as two smart phones in the other. I couldn’t
help thinking that the amount used to purchase one of those phones would pay my
room rent for a year and leave me with a lot to spare.
