LIFE AFTER SCHOOL: Tale of A Fresh Nigerian Graduate

Recall when I was a kid and how I so admire the guys, every Christmas we would hear such tale from our father about our neighbour son who just returned from the University or some extended relatives whose child just graduated, and so father would tease us to study so hard so that one day we would be like them and make him proud.

years later

After much struggles, with much determination to make father's wish come true and to make everyone proud I scale through school's harsh ordeal, hell-bent to make it with that glimpse of hope that ones we made it through it will be all rosy, but life is always full of surprises isn't it?.

With so much joy and excitement while writing my final papers, I knew this was over and was moving to the next phase of my life, little did I know that all those penny tips and aids I usually get was going to be cut off,and another would take my place, well I knew it would come to this, so I was a little bit not taken off of guard, I knew dad and mom back home were really struggling to send me some penniess, some times I don't want to bother them.

I feel bad anytime I have to call daddy for pressing needs or mummy when dad would sound sober over the phone, then he would say call your mother, I don't have money right now, most times I rather call mummy I stead, I really hate to burder him, having to cater for the whole family with three of my siblings in private school, my kid sister who's in her second year in a state owned university with high tuition fees plus feeding and all of that I know it's really heavy on him.

And so I'm totally cut off for the time being

I would go for days without anything on the table, so I started a part time job just to lay off for a while and take care of some needs while I wait for the call to NATIONAL SERVICE(NYSC) it's a compulsory national service for all graduates to serve in different states of the nation, it's more like an official assignment from the government for a year, offcourse with some tips on it.

It's Called The Law Of Diminishing Returns

Couple with the current economic reality of my country, the cost of living is really on the high and so very much is going for too small, making me miss mamma's food, I so miss home and most days I feel like getting up in the morning to run home, but then I'm a man now, my parents have really tried bringing me this far in life, it's time I rather return the favour, in economics it's called the law of diminishing returns, when the content is full and there's an overflow that it's begin to drizzle down.

yah I often feel that sense of responsibility, to get up one day call mama and send her something heavy, tell my dad not to worry about the fees, that it's been paid in full, I know the glow on their faces would be priceless but then there is a big gap between life's reality and the world of our imagination, in order to bridge that gap lots of work has to be done and one has to measure up to the task ahead.