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EPISODE SIX

Ridwan returned home from his sister's house. He couldn't keep calm as he mumbled and hissed around the house like a grumpy kid.

Jameelah watched him quietly as he talked to himself grouchily.

When she could no longer bear it, she asked him questions.

"Is anything the problem?" She asked, fixing her gaze steadily on him.

As if he'd been waiting for the question all along, he suddenly jumped out of his chair and geared towards her.

"Can you imagine my sister?"

"What did she do?" She asked and this further sparked his interest to discuss the issue with her.

"Can you just imagine her?" He couldn't stop the preamble.

"What exactly happened?" Jameelah was losing her patience.

"In fact, she really ridiculed me. Haa! She ridiculed me in no small measure …" he complained and this time, Jameelah didn't ask anything again.

She just stared at him dazedly.

"Won't you ask me what happened?"

"I've been asking you but it seems you wanted to beat around the bush before telling me …"

"Can you imagine?" He repeated, his fury rising by each passing second.

Jameelah heaved a deep sigh. She got up and headed towards the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the bedroom …"

"Have you no manners? I'm still talking and you're walking away …"

"I'm feeling sleepy. And it seems what you want to tell me is still cooking in the oven. When it's ready, you're free to tell me …"

"Wow! Why are you so insensible? Could you not have figured out that what I was about to say was really embarrassing and that's why I'm really hesitating? Ain't you supposed to urge me to speak out? This is the reason why a lot of men don't confide in their wives. As my wife, you should be ready to listen to me at all times and persuade me to talk when I'm not feeling like …"

"I'm sorry," she apologised and turned back to sit. "Please tell me whatever it is," her tone was persuasive, exactly how he wanted it.

"Can you imagine?" He repeated the same line and she squeezed her face for a short while and quickly forced a wry smile before he complained again.

"My sister wanted me to become a driver. Can you imagine?"

"Really? Driver? I don't really understand," Jameelah shook her head.

"One of her friends' husband wanted to expand his side hustle or whatever. He bought a Sienna for transportation within Lagos and Abuja and needed a driver to drive the vehicle. And my sister wants me," he touched his chest amazingly. ".... to become the driver. Can you imagine the disregard? Can you just imagine?" He lamented.

"Hmmmmmmm!" Jameelah heaved a deep sigh.

"Are you just going to sigh?" He asked, staring hard at her.

"I really don't know what to say. If I tell you to accept the job, will you listen to me?" She shrugged.

"Why should I accept the job?" He also shrugged.

"Exactly why I said I don't have anything to say. You've already made up your mind. Trying to convince you will be tantamount to wasting of saliva."

"Really? Have you given up on me? Is that what you're telling me?" He asked and she cast him a scornful stare.

"You really know how to guilt-trip people, is that not so? I don't know what you really want me to do. It's not like you'll accept the job if I tell you to. So why are you putting words inside my mouth? Since you're waiting for your dream-job to come, and this and the rest are not anything close to your dream-job, no one can really convince you so why are you getting angry that I didn't try to convince you?"

"You can't even convince me? Never! Why should I accept a driving job that'll put my life at stake? Why should I accept a job that is associated with thuggery and hooliganism? Why should I accept a job as ridiculous as a driving job? Think about it now. Does it befit my status? Will you as my wife be proud to tell people that your husband is a driver? Haha! Some things don't even need thinking. How could she reduce me to nothing? How could she even think of offering me such a ridiculous job …?" He kept wailing but Jameelah didn't utter a word.

As a matter of fact, she had grown disinterested in his affairs. She didn't feel the urge to convince him to take any job again. Since she knew he would never accept any job unless it was his dream-job, she felt that bothering herself to convince him would be a waste of time. She would rather focus on herself and her unborn child.

Days passed and the three weeks camping programme ended. Jameelah resumed at her primary place of assignment which was a big eatery in Lagos. The eatery was quite far from her house so she paired with two other corp members who were also posted to the eatery to get a room apartment.

Jameelah was the only married woman among them but they all related well like they'd known themselves for ages.

When Jameelah told her husband about getting an apartment near her place of work, he kicked against it. He feared that she might become another being if she lived outside the house. He feared that she might start telling people about her marital affairs and got misled. All these worries encapsulated his apprehension. But his objection couldn't hold any water since he had no financial assistance to render her. If he wanted her to be going to work from home everyday, he had to provide her with transport fare which he clearly didn't have.

Also, Jameelah herself could not afford the transport fare to and from work should she decide to be going from home. Therefore, her husband's objection to her living outside the home died a natural death.

Ridwan had no clear cut job at this time. He was still living from hand to mouth. But somehow, he believed that something would drop from his wife's monthly allowance.

Jameelah decided to go home fortnightly or every month end. Her co-workers and roommates soon became her good friends. Halimah and Aminah were both understanding of her condition. They exempted her from chores and cared for her to the best of their ability. But they couldn't stop wondering why she wasn't living well like a 'married woman should.'

Since they started living together a month ago, they didn't hear her talk about her husband sending her money. Even if she didn't talk about it, if he was sending her money, it would naturally be evident in her standard of living. But the Jameelah they knew lived like a student. In fact, she lived less than a student. All they saw in her was a struggling married woman. They were concerned but they kept mute.

After the first allowance was paid, as if he'd been waiting for her to get paid, Ridwan sent her a message that he needed 10,000 naira. She squeezed her face after reading the message. Eventually, she sent 7,000 naira to him with a message that she wouldn't be able to come home at that time until the next month ended. Her friends were observing her all along without her knowing. After sending the money to him, she looked so unhappy.

"What is it?" Aminah asked her worriedly.

"Nothing!" She replied softly.

Halimah, being a forward person, quickly snatched the phone from her. Her phone was not locked so Halimah went through her messages. She saw the debit alert of 7,000 naira to Elebu Ridwan on her phone and stared at her with a million question expressions.

"Is that your husband?" Halimah asked her and she nodded her head slowly.

"I thought as much," Halimah replied, shaking her head. "How can you send money to your husband? You received 19,800 naira (the setting of this story is before the NYSC allowance became 33,000) and sent 7,000 naira to your husband. Will 12,800 naira last you till month end?"

"The eatery pays us an additional 7,000, remember! I'll manage till month end," Jameelah replied.

"Wow!" Halimah marvelled. "You sounded like someone who has already accepted a ludicrous lifestyle. How can you send money to your husband? Has he no job?"

"That's the first question you should have asked? Yes, he has no job at the moment and I don't think there's anything wrong with assisting one's spouse," Jameelah argued.

"Haaaaaaaaaaa!" Halimah exclaimed. "You mean you see nothing wrong in sending money to your husband? Wow! Wow!! Wow!!! Since we got here about a month ago, he'd never sent money to you despite your condition as a pregnant woman but immediately you received your allowance, boom, he sent a message to you, asking for 10,000 naira. Haa! This is giving bad vibes …"

"Did you go through all my messages?" Jameelah stared hard at her.

"I'm sorry, I did," Halimah replied and Jameelah hissed.

"You ladies should mind your business, please!" She responded dully.

"You don't look happy," Halimah told her. "Why should a man demand money from his wife instead of the other way? Has he always been like this since you got married?"

"Please mind your business," Jameelah repeated.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to mind my business when it comes to the pain of my fellow woman," Halimah shook her head. "It's understandable when a married man doesn't have a high paying job. But that a married man doesn't have anything doing is absurd. There are so many things a man can do that'll fetch him an income. Even if it's load-carrying, it's something. How can a grown man send a message to his wife to send him money? You're the husband in that case while he's the wife. This is giving a gi**lo vibe. I can't deal at all …." Halimah was disgusted.

Jameelah kept quiet throughout Halimah's outpour.

Aminah signalled to Halimah to keep quiet. When Halimah kept on talking, Aminah had to interrupt her.

"We don't know what's going on exactly," Aminah cut in. "Her husband might just be recently out of job. Don't let us jump into conclusion," Aminah sounded a bit sensible.

"Well, you may be right," Halimah shrugged. "He might just be recently out of job. But my dear Jameelah," she turned to Jameelah now. "Don't you ever make the mistake of feeding a man. You'll live to regret it. I'm talking out of experience …"

"Have you been married before? Or what experience are you talking about?" Jameelah asked her.

"My father!" Halimah replied to her. "Do you know that a leech will later become a deadbeat father? Do you think it will end with him just being irresponsible to his wife alone? No, my dear, he'll continue the irresponsibility even after the children start coming and after they're done coming. A woman that endured the irresponsibility of a man should be ready to bear the responsibilities of the children alone …"

"Really?!" Aminah exclaimed while Jameelah's face was enveloped with fear.

"Yes," Halimah replied confidently. "Being a deadbeat father doesn't occur in a day, it starts from the onset. You don't expect a leech who has been used to taking from others to be a responsible father. No, they later turn out to be the worst father anyone could have. Jameelah, I really don't know your situation but I'm telling you that if your husband is showing traits of irresponsibility, don't enable him. That was how my mother started. She ended up shouldering our responsibilities alone without the assistance of the freeloader. He couldn't provide food, clothing and even shelter. He couldn't pay our school fees or buy us school essentials like stationery and textbooks. My mum did EVERYTHING," She emphasised.

"Wow!" Jameelah and Aminah exclaimed.

"Yes, she did everything. He became so used to a woman feeding him and fending for the house that he became so relaxed and botherless. My mum thought she was just being a supportive wife or a helpmate. Before she realised that she was aiding and abetting irresponsible behaviour, he'd become crooked and unable to get straightened again …" Halimah explained and Jameelah's heart jumped out of her chest again.

Halimah continued.

"My mum built the house and the parasite lived comfortably there. The last straw that broke the camel's back was when he brought another woman to the house that my mother built with her money. My father expected my mum to continue to feed him and his new wife …"

"What audacity!" Aminah lamented.

"Terrible audacity, indeed! That was my mother's breaking point. She unleashed a side of her that I never thought existed. She sent my dad and his new wife out like pieces of trash …"

"Correct!" Aminah exclaimed excitedly.

"At that time, she eventually accepted that it was better to stand alone than stand with catastrophe …" Halimah remarked and Aminah laughed.

"You're funny, Halimah. Catastrophe really got me laughing .."

"Was he not a catastrophe?" Halimah asked rhetorically. "How best could we describe a man who's supposed to be the head but deliberately removed his head and stooped to the tail? Isn't it catastrophic? See, so many people blamed my mother when she sent them out. They called her an arrogant and disrespectful wife. They said she wasn't helping him for God's sake to start with. If she was helping him for God's sake, she would have continued even after the arrival of another woman …"

"Nonsense!" Aminah and Jameelah remarked disgustingly.

"Utter nonsense! My dear, despite everything you do to please a gi**lo, you'll still be blamed for not doing enough in the end. You know your situation well, Jameelah, don't allow your case to be like my mum's case before you call yourself to order. Gigolos don't change. They're super entitled. They always think you owe them something. It starts with a spirit of irresponsibility; lacking a sense of duty. There's a difference between when a man doesn't have and he's struggling to cater for his family and when he doesn't have but relaxes and continues to look onto his wife for survival. Such men should be run away from. I've vowed not to ever get involved with an irresponsible man. My mother's story is an eye opener for me. I'll put my intended spouse on a very hot seat and until I'm satisfied with his mindset, ideology and philosophy about life, there won't be any wedding. Prayers too are important. Investigation is as important. May I not be as unfortunate as my mum," Halimah rebuked.

"Aamin," her friends chorused.

Jameelah heaved a deep sigh after her friend's narration. She was equally gripped with fear. Everything Halimah said made her shiver. She didn't want to end up catering for her children alone. If it was true that a gi**lo ends up becoming a deadbeat dad then that would really be pathetic. How would she cope? She couldn't stop worrying.

That evening, she told her friends that she wanted to step out for fresh air but that was a lie. She wanted to call her husband. So she stepped out to do so.

After exchanging greetings, she raised the discussion about jobs with him but he kept saying what he usually said - waiting for his dream-job. When he realised that Jameelah was becoming self conscious and impatient of his 'vision', he resorted to persuasion. He persuaded her not to give up on him but to trust and believe in him.

Furthermore, he tantalisingly told her that he would take care of her when he made it. He urged her not to forsake him. In fact, he ended up working on her emotions so much that she sheathed her sword and decided to keep trusting him.

The following month, he demanded for part of her allowance which she gullibly sent to him. This continued for seven months. She'd collected allowance for seven months now and every month, she sent money to him.

By this time, it was getting close to her delivery date and she'd not bought a pin from the delivery requirements and baby things. This got her worried. She rethought her decision and decided to call him for a thorough discussion again.

After the greetings, she went straight to the point.

"Ridwan, I want to get baby things by next week. I'll need at least ₦50,000. That ₦50, 000 won't be enough but at least it's going to buy important things …"

"Are you asking me for money?" He shamelessly asked.

"What sort of question is that? Of course I'm asking you for money. Are you not going to give me money to shop for the child we're expecting by next month?" Her anger was brewing.

"Where do you want me to get money?" He replied, unperturbed.

"Are you really asking me where you would get money? Ain't you ashamed of yourself? See, I don't care where you want to get money, all I know is that you must provide ₦50, 000 for baby things, otherwise, we're done and I'm not joking .."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat! It's a fact! Your failure to give me that money will be the end of this marriage. I AM DONE!" She yelled. "What's the essence of being married when I carry all the responsibilities alone? What's the essence of being married when I feed myself and my husband? Isn't it better to just stay alone and feed myself only without worrying about a parasitic mouth to feed? I'm done, Ridwan, if you refuse to provide that money. Can you imagine him asking me where I want him to get the money? You should get it where your mates are getting it. Go and ask your fellow men how they get money, you good-for-nothing man .." she broke down in tears.

"Did you just call me good for nothing?"

"Yes. Are you not good for nothing? You're still proving ego over nothing. See, as a matter of fact, whether you provide that money or not, we're done. Like, we're forever done. Don't call me again. Don't visit me again. You haven't even visited more than once. Since I started serving and staying outside the house seven months ago, you only visited me once, shame on you! You're really good for nothing; a worthless thing that is better discarded without looking back. I'M DONE!" She yelled again with hot tears cascading her cheeks.

To be continued.

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EPISODE FIVE

Like the cat that got the cream, Ridwan jubilated around the house when it turned out that Jameelah was pregnant.

On the other hand, Jameelah had mixed feelings. The pregnancy news didn't come to her as something to celebrate. She thought of their current situation and couldn't help but worry about the future of her unborn child. If Ridwan continued to display laziness and not accept job offers because of low payment, how would they survive with an additional mouth to feed?

The thought of leaving him flew out of her mind for the time being and surviving through the pregnancy and afterwards became her top priority.

That evening, she decided to revisit the conversation.

"Now that we're expecting a child, are you still going to reject that job?"

"Please don't bring up the issue of that peanut payment again!" He snapped at her.

She shook her head sadly and kept quiet.

The following morning, she called her brother-in-law to inform him that she was pregnant and really needed him to convince her husband now that an addition was about to join them.

Her brother-in-law informed her that he'd spoken to her husband the previous evening but he wasn't ready to accept the job. Jameelah begged him to talk to him again. And the man promised to do so.

The previous evening, Ridwan was still in the happy mood of the news of his wife's pregnancy when his brother's call came through. Jameelah was resting in the bedroom while he was in the living room. His brother tried his best to convince him to take the job but he said he would never start with a low payment.

That morning after Jameelah had called the man again, he decided to call his brother once again to further convince him.

"Congratulations!" The man said after the greetings.

"Why are you congratulating me?" Ridwan was confused.

"Your wife said she's pregnant!"

"What? She called you to tell you she's pregnant?" Ridwan marvelled.

"Yes. And that's because she wants me to convince you to take the job now that you guys are expecting a child. You need to consider this fact and take the job regardless of the low payment. You're now a family man and the interest and welfare of your family should be your topmost priority. If you continue to wait for a bigger job which you don't know when it will come then what will happen to your present predicament? Who will feed your family until your dream job is actualised? You don't count your chickens before they're hatched. You shouldn't lose the opportunity you have at hand because of one that is yet to come …."

"Thank you," he interrupted his brother. "I've heard everything you said. But you can't really convince me to do what I don't want to do. A bigger opportunity awaits me and I won't reduce myself by starting my career with a job of 40k," he continued to say the same thing like a daft.

"Apart from money, don't you think you need to build your experience? While you sit at home, refusing to work because of low payment, you'll have zilch experience by the time a bigger job of your dream comes along!" His brother tried his best to convince him.

"Trust me, I have the skill and knowledge to combat anything. I don't need a peanut job to acquire experience," he argued

When his brother realised that he wasn't ready to listen to him, he ended the call. He had really tried his best.

After the call had ended, he got up angrily and walked to the bedroom to confront his wife.

"Listen, what exactly is your problem? Why did you tell my brother that you're pregnant? Is it for him to pity your condition and compel me to work? Are you all right at all?" He charged at her.

She couldn't respond because her mouth was filled with saliva.

"Don't ever tell anyone about me again!" He warned her. "I'm never going to accept that job and that's the final! I believe I'm going to make it soon. As my wife, you should believe in me. You should encourage me not to give up but you're discouraging me instead. You don't have to worry about our sustenance, like I always tell you, God is enough for us. Our house rent has not expired. What we need most now is food. You don't have anything to worry about. Stop exposing my weakness as a man, stop it! Don't let me get angry with you!" He said the last statement sternly and left the room.

"Hmmmmmmm!" She heaved a deep sigh after he'd left.

At this juncture, she felt really helpless.

Now that Jameelah was pregnant, Ridwan knew she might not be able to fund the house for a while. He thought about it and despite knowing that he couldn't get anything from his wife at that moment, he still refused to accept the job offer.

He decided to pay his eldest sister a visit. Upon getting to her house, he explained his situation to her. His sister knew he had no job. And God blessed him with really compassionate siblings who were ever ready to assist him. His sister went into her kitchen and packed foodstuff for him: Rice, beans, Garri, yam flour, tubers of yam, palm oil, groundnut oil and other important foodstuff. Added to the foodstuff given to him was some cash. The woman even hired a taxi to take him home. He thanked her profusely and left happily.

When he got home with the stuff, Jameelah was surprised and asked where he got them from, he replied that 'God did it'. She wanted to probe further but he snapped at her. This caused her to keep quiet and just allowed him to be.

They fed on the foodstuff her sister gave her, using the money to get things like meat, fish and others.

Ridwan took up the responsibility of cooking and cleaning when his wife couldn't do it because of her condition. That singular act of kindness endeared him more to her. And her mind couldn't stop telling her that no one was perfect.

Thankfully, Jameelah's morning sickness lasted for only a few weeks. She got up on her feet quickly again. By this time, her NYSC call up letter was out. She was posted to Anambra State. She went to the NYSC camp in Lagos and presented the necessary documents to be exempted from camp and subsequently got redeployed to Lagos; her husband's place of residence.

During the period of the camping programme, she was home because she was exempted from camp because of her condition.

By the end of the three weeks camping programme, her redeployment letter was out and fortunately, she was posted to an eatery within Lagos. Her joy knew no bounds.

During this period also, the food her husband got from his sister was already exhausted. He couldn't go back to his sister's house to beg for another food due to shame. But somehow, his mind was at peace, knowing that Jameelah's NYSC allowance would come by month's end.

While waiting for his wife's allowance to come, he got a call from his sister, summoning him to come to her house. This made him happy and he was positive that the summon would be favourable.

With deep smiles on her face, his sister explained why she summoned him.

"The last time you came to me explaining your predicament, it made me worried so I informed two of my friends who are well connected. They promised to help and I was hopeful .." his sister said with an infectious smile.

He also smiled positively, awaiting good news.

"Yesterday, one of my friends whom I discussed with called me. She told me that her husband wanted to expand his side hustle so he bought a new Sienna for transportation. He wants to use it for transportation within Lagos and Abuja. He's looking for a trustworthy driver and my friend remembered our discussion immediately. She asked me to talk to you if you are interested in the job. The good news is that it's not a salary based job. You'll be paid according to the trip you make and payment is 60/40%. Isn't that wonderful?" She asked but Ridwan continued to stare at her mouth in awe.

His sister continued enthusiastically.

"Let's say you make ₦50,000 per trip, that's an income of ₦20,000 per trip and it's possible you make more than 10 trips in a month. That's ₦200,000 in a month or even above depending on the number of trips you make. It's the offer not cool?" His sister asked with a delicious smile.

Ridwan kept quiet, he folded his arms and looked at his sister with disdain.

"Won't you say anything? Why are you looking at me like that?" His sister asked him.

He shook his head with a thick sound.

"What is it?" His sister asked, confused.

"I never knew you hated me this much …"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Haaaaaaaaaaa! Ajumobi okan taanu!" He shook his head again.

"What's the meaning of that?" His sister asked endlessly.

"Sister mi! Haaaaaaaaaaa! You want me to become a Lagos-Abuja driver, really? Did you collect the number of MC Oluomo from your friend?"

"Meaning?"

"How can you forget to collect MC Oluomo's number? Won't you register my name under NURTW?"

"Are you being serious or sarcastic?" His sister cast him a lopsided stare.

"I should be the one asking you if you're being serious or sarcastic. What? Me?!" He touched his chest. "Become a driver? Wow! If bigger insults knock you down, smaller ones will start trampling upon you. For God's sake, when I told you I needed a job, did I tell you I needed a ridiculous job? Did I tell you I needed a death trap? Did I tell you I needed a thuggery-job?"

"What do you mean by a ridiculous job? What do you mean by a death trap? What do you mean by a thuggery-job?" His sister was confused.

"You really want me," he touched his chest proudly. "A whole graduate to become a driver? What a ridiculous offer. You don't even rate me at all. Your friends do not have connections with oil companies, telecommunications and the like, right? Your friends do not have connections with government contractors and big NGOs, really? They only have driving jobs to offer, what a laughable situation!" He laughed sarcastically.

"Ridwan, are you serious?" His sister marvelled.

"Yes, I'm serious, sister mi. How could you make me feel so low? How could you debase me to this level? And you said you don't understand what I meant by death trap! Don't tell me you don't know that road accidents are inevitable for drivers! You really want me to die young, right?" He asked and at this juncture, his sister couldn't close her mouth.

"And it amazes me that you want me to do a job that is associated with thuggery and hooliganism. Haaaaaaaaaaa! How could you even look me in the eye and tell me such crap? Do you really want me to start smoking ma*****na? Do you want me to turn from a gentleman into a hooligan? Do you want my lifestyle to change from drinking water to alcohol? Do you want me to start wining and dining with thugs? Sister mi, this is the height of looking-down on someone. It's really not fair. It's not fair at all. Please give me some honour. I'm a graduate for God's sake! Don't dishonour me, please!"

"Have you finished?" His sister asked him, staring hard at him.

"Yes, I have finished. I won't allow you to lower me at all …"

"Shame on you!" His sister rolled her eyes at him.

"What?!"

"You heard me right! A very big shame on you! You are so full of pride upon nothing! You said a lot but ended up saying nothing. You can't do a driver's job because it's associated with thuggery. You can't do a driver's job because of road accidents, really? Which job doesn't have its hazards? There's no job in this world that doesn't have hazards. So don't even bring that as an excuse. Only a lazy man will decline job offers because of job hazards. You also said you can't do a driver's job because you're a graduate. Graduate, my foot! Are you going to feed your family with your ordinary status as a graduate? What is ridiculous about driving? There are graduates who have taken up driving as a profession and they're succeeding in it. See, a breadwinner should be ready to do anything for his family except stealing. Every job is noble as long as it pays bills. I don't understand your way of reasoning at all. Wow! You also don't want to drive because it's associated with thuggery, really? There are cult members in higher institutions, how many students decline admissions because of cultism? Are you not supposed to focus on your reasons and ignore distractions? Do all commercial drivers drink and smoke? Are all commercial drivers thugs? Are you going to be forced to smoke, drink or become a thug against your wish ….?"

"You will eventually become a part of the people you associate with …" he argued.

"Will you keep quiet?!" All these excuses upon excuses do not hold water. They just point to how lazy you are. When our brother told me that you'd rejected like five jobs he found for you, I thought he was exaggerating. Now I've seen it for myself. What do you really want to do with your life? Have you forgotten you're no longer alone? If it were to be only you, you could choose to be eating from hand to mouth. Now you have a wife who's with a child, ain't you going to sit up for the sake of your wife and unborn child?" His sister's voice was soft now.

"See, I didn't say I won't work but I'm not going to lower my standards. You people are making it seem like I don't want to work whereas you keep bringing jobs that do not align with my dreams and aspirations …"

"What are your dreams and aspirations o, uncle?" His sister pulled his legs.

"Thank you!" He smiled before responding. "I wish to work in oil companies. I wish to work in telecommunications. I wish to work with big and international NGOs. I wish to become managers for big conglomerates …."

"Hmm … like Dangote and Otedola conglomerates, right?" She pulled his legs once again!

"Exactly. I don't want to start small at all. You people should stop ridiculing me by offering me small fries …"

"Oti yemi!" His sister shook her head.

"What do you understand?"

"I now understand that a small fry like you doesn't want a small fry job …"

"Please don't call me a small fry …" he squeezed his face.

"But that's the truth. You're a small fry with a big delusional personality. Ridwan, you have an exaggerated ego. And until you come down from your high horse, you'll not progress in life …"

"Don't curse me, please!" He snapped at his sister.

"I'm not cursing you. Why should I? I'm just telling you the bitter truth. You have to really come down from your high horse. You have built a castle in the air …."

"I didn't build a castle in the air. My dreams are surely going to come to pass!" He snapped again.

"My dear, faith without work is futile. How did you grow up to become like this? Did we all neglect you while trying to also grow? See, there's nothing bad in having dreams and aspirations. And there's nothing bad in dreaming big. But let me tell you that successful people don't become successful overnight. They start from somewhere till they get to where they are today. But you, Ridwan, don't want to start from somewhere. You want to hit success on a platter of gold. It doesn't work that way …."

"Mine will work. Stop discouraging me, please! You're my family. You're supposed to believe in me and encourage me. Why's everyone around me discouraging me? Why do they not see the bigger picture that I'm seeing? Anyway, I'm not going to accept a driver's job, never! Thank you for thinking so low of me. Thank you for reducing me to the lowest of the low. Your first son is 18, you can give him the job if you desperately want a driver that'll work for your friend's husband …"

He said angrily and left, leaving his sister's mouth agape!

To be continued.

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