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Monday, 2 April 2018

LIFE OF A BROKE NAIJA GRADUATE CHAPTER 1

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This is a story by bibi
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CHAPTER ONE
Walking aimlessly through the street of Ado Ekiti has become my hobby, waking up like every other tenants in my lodge, getting dressed and hurrying to catch a cab in pretence of going to work was my everyday routine. I am Aderinola, a 24- year old graduate of Psychology from Ekiti State. I grew up in Ekiti but was lucky to have schooled in UNILAG. I served in Kebbi State and if there was a profession I hated, it was teaching.... I had gotten a job to teach at a standard secondary school in Odo- Ado but being a big Unilag graduate, I could not stoop so low to teaching a group of readymade spoilt brat who were coming to school to get a WAEC certificate....
My parents were based in Ilawe Ekiti, father was a reknown and " rich farmer" and mother was a trader... But to my friends except Fiwasaye, my father was a retired "rich" soldier and my mother, a businesswoman who was based in clothing's... Yes now! My mother was a businesswoman or is there any difference between businesswoman and trader... Both r selling stuffs! And she was into clothing's too because she was selling inner wears to some local market woman in Ilawe Ekiti. I hate to admit my parents were illiterates, but they were... Stark illiterates!! My dad could speak Yoruba fluently and he could communicate in English a little but my weird mother was prone to our native dialect, she could not speak fluent Yoruba and she was never afraid to speak it not even when she came to Lagos to visit me while I was in school.
After my graduation, being their only surviving and educated daughter, my parents wanted me home but I bluntly refused., not after tasting the sweet life of Lagos but after much pleas from within and without, I agreed to settle down in Ado Ekiti, the state capital of Ekiti State, the fountain of knowledge and the state with the highest number of professors... Of the greatest "ule uyi,ule eye". My parents rented a "self-con" for me in Falegan, a serene street along Ilawe road. I lived a double life, to my co- tenants, they believed I'm a lucky rich girl who worked in ACCESSBANK but truthfully, I dressed to kill. I took my time taking my bath and wearing makeup. Bet with me, I can name 10perfumes that worth #200 which had sweet scents... I used Dallas perfume and pocket perf and a couple of sprays. I possessed one thousand and one suits, suits were my favourite, ranging from skirt to trouser suits... While in the university,I was being mistaken for a banking and finance student and it went on till my graduation. Fiwasaye knew much about my second life, the pauper village girl, she was fond of calling me corporate omo oko or corporate ashewo

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