EBIERE 6

I could not believe what was happening. "Are you asking me to move out of your house? I asked Nonye looking dismayed. Nonye has been my best friend for years now. I first met her when I was working in a factory as a production manager, she was the admin officer. 

" I am so sorry Ebiere, but my boyfriend has some issues with his apartment and he would be moving In next week.

This was really happening. I have just been kicked out by my best friend. Where would I go to? Moving back to mama's house was not an option. Well, thank God she even gave me one week to figure things out.

The next morning, I woke up early and had my bath. I dressed up quickly in one of my nicest outfits, a smart-looking shirt dress, applied nude lipstick, and styled my hair nicely. When I finished, I looked into the mirror and loved how smart I looked. I picked up my dusty files and sorted out some documents. In no time, I was out of the house in search of a job. First, I went to the cyber cafe to photocopy my documents.

"Ebi," a neighbour called out to me. "You look sharp this morning o." I smiled but said nothing. As I walked down the street, I wrote down all the vacancies displayed and the phone numbers written beneath them. 

I would take out time to call the numbers once I get back home, maybe at least two would want to schedule an interview.

It was almost midday by the time I finished and I had not eaten anything all day. I did not want to spend the N1,000 I had on me, it was all I had. I'll have to make do with the garri at home. For now, I should concentrate on getting home as fast as I can.

As I turned to go home, my eyes caught a display. It was a vacancy for the position of front desk officer at a Pharmaceutical company. The vacancy was displayed in front of the company. How come I didn't see it before. I walked up to the gate and stated my business to the security man. He took me to meet a pot-bellied man whose English was heavily accented. After asking a series of questions (I am sure he would never be able to answer if the tables were turned), he collected my CV and asked me to bring an application letter the next day. I left the company feeling more hopeful than I have felt in years.

There's a delicate type of beauty in broken people. - K.b.g