Yay! Finally, a post! I have had like 10 unfinished posts sitting pretty in my drafts since 2014, Abba help me. Been so hard to just sit down and put together a post, maybe I just suck at time management sha. I hail all you everyday bloggers o!
So it is 2.36am and I am lying on my bed with mixed feelings.
- Hunger. I had just one measly meal yesterday and I cannot wait for daylight to come so I can get some brekkie.
- Annoyance. Someone who should know better is annoying me and I am just tired biko
- Hope. I am feeling hopeful about the next couple of weeks, exciting things are set to unfold for me personally and career wise. Abba is at work
- Disturbance. Had two disturbing experiences yesterday that just make me sad for Nigeria and this is what forms the crux of this post
We were recruiting some more beneficiaries for AboCoders Minna yesterday and we had invited some ladies from Chanchaga local government to be screened. One man dropped off his daughter who is a secondary school graduate and is at least 20 years old. He wanted to go get another of his daughters but we were done with screening for the day so we told him she could only come the next day. The man then took his leave saying he would come pick his daughter up after the screening.
Fast forward some thirty minutes, I check our official phone and see three missed calls on it. I called back and it turns out to be this man who just dropped off his daughter. The conversation went thus:
Man: Madam, na me wey just drop my daughter for your domain
Me: Oh, okay sir.
Man: Abeg, I need a favour from you.
Me: Okay sir, what is it?
Man: I said I need a favour. I want her to enter
Me: Oh I see, like I said we are not screening anyone again today but she can come tomorrow morning and we’ll attend to her
Man: Na me wey just drop my daughter o
The man was probably wondering what was doing me
Me: Yes sir, I know. You can come with her tomorrow (thinking he meant the other daughter)
The man just came to stress my brain ni sha
Man: No, wetin I dey say is that I need your favour for the exam, I want her to enter so be lenient with the marking
Me: (Understanding slowly dawning) What?
Man: Ehn, please be lenient with the marking, I want make she get this computer training make she enter
Me: (Too shocked to find words to reply) Oh okay sir, we will mark her script
I understand you now sire
Man: Thank you. I go dey call you well, well make you no forget
Me: No problem sir
Man: What is your name?
Me: Amara (giving him the name of the team lead who usually mans the phone)
Man: Thank you very much, ehn
Me: Okay. (Cuts the call)
That was the first experience. I was so shocked and so disheartened by that exchange, do we not value excellence and merit anymore? Why do we have to try to cut corners everywhere? I have always known things like this happen but to be directly propositioned this way was a new thing. This is not even school that they have to attend and complete with a good grade. If folks are willing to to do this for something ‘insignificant’ what will happen in weightier situations. This same day, the mother of some of the girls to be screened had sent the names of her two daughters to Amara asking that they be included on the master list. Biko, epp me ask her which master list? I wonder where she got that idea from.
Nigerians, warrido? Where is merit? Where is excellence? Paul Azino said “justice has been kidnapped in my country and no one is willing to pay her ransom”. Alas, same goes for merit, it has been kidnapped in Nigeria and no one wants to pay her ransom.
As for the man and his request, for sure I will be paying no heed to it for a number of reasons:
- I am a person of integrity and anything outside that is a no-no for me and that extends to my enterprises
- I would be doing myself and AboCoders a disservice by admiitng someone who did not pass the simple screening. The screening has just basic English, Math and IT questions (JSS1 level o), anyone who can not score at least 50% definitely has a problem with English and that would make training such a person super difficult and ultimately useless, except we want to train her on literacy and numeracy first
- I do not even know the girl’s name as in I cannot match face to name so even if I wanted to be lenient with the marking I can’t
- I refuse to aid someone in achieving the right results but with the wrong method
As for the second experience, it unfolded in a discussion I had with a young man that lives close to the centre. That has to be a post on its own. Talk about counterfeit naira notes, pickpocketing and ‘hustling’, I got to hear firsthand behind the scenes info. I weep for my country.
Thanks for reading my first post blogging celibacy post. Anyone have experiences similar to the above, please share. One day I will come and gist you about those that wanted an allowance, those that wanted to sue us and those that wanted to ‘share in our glory’.