It was the end of NYSC Camp Orientation Exercise and we were getting our ‘posting letters’.
Everyone wanted to get posted to the State-Capital because that was the ‘happening-place’. My friends had all gotten theirs, ‘Rachi got posted to a thriving cement company in the state-capital, my other friend got posted to what seemed to be a cyber-cafe in the state-capital (we had a good laugh over that) because she read Computer Science, and I got posted to this newly found private radio house. It was a beautiful place.
I was ecstatic, I was over-joyed, it was definitely a dream come true.
The station was up on a hill and without-further-ado, I mounted a bike (Okada) and fired up the mountain with all confidence. I Still remember visibly how I pulled my suitcase over my lap and squinted my eyes to protect it from the wind and its condiments flying within.
Alas I arrived at this beautiful building that could compete with any in Victoria Island (a posh area in lagos) and boldly walked in with my letter to announce that I had been posted there for the year. This pleasant looking lady (who has become my good friend) , *Prisca walked up to me to collect the letter and went back into the office to check with her boss.
I remained on my seat, my neck going the whole 360 degrees checking out the reception. Who would have thought a pretty place like this existed in this TOWN? She came back into the reception room with a slightly disappointed look, and my heart dropped that second. She said, “I’m sorry we cannot accept you because we are a new station and we do not yet have a policy concerning corpers”. I was stunned, I said “but I have been posted here, where should I go?” At this point, I was still acting all brave, when all I wanted to do was CRY!
She asked me to wait a minute and went back inside, I started praying in my mind. God, how could this opportunity slip away just like that. She returned and asked me to follow her into the boss’ office. I was hardly prepared for who I met. His nick name is The True OG – and he’s got a phenomenal voice.
He looked at me blandly and said the exact same words *Prisca said earlier on. My interview skills I learnt in school immediately kicked-in. I never knew I could market myself that bad. The words were rushing out, but the few I could remember was that, “I am a very hardworking person, I put my best into every task I am given to do, I graduated…, I will add value to your company like no one has done….” At the end of it all, I managed to pique his interest a little and the bland look got a bit dilluted. The truth is that with True OG, even if he is madly impressed with you, he can keep his emotions under such solid wraps a hunter’s knife won’t slice through.
True OG told me to go home that he will give me a call within the next three days. He said he is not promising anything, but my ‘pitch’ makes him think there may be something in me. So he was going to talk with the board of director’s about me and let me know what’s up. No promises!! he repeated that till it stuck. Then he did the unimaginable, he gave me N1,000 to take a cab home (suffice to say I had no home, my friends and I were groping around town trying to find our bearing). The money was a pleasant surprise, but it confirmed to me that I definitely said something right.
The next challenge now was to get back down-hill and meet back up with my friends from NYSC camp.
To be continued…