On This Street, Part II

Did you miss Part I of the series? Read it here.

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Life crept back, so did Annah. We were both jobless birds that needed to flock together. We made a pact, to tell each other of any job vacancy that may be advertised.

At 6:30 p.m. one Saturday in August, I heard a radio announcement for the position of Community Mobilisation Officer at a reputable NGO. Deadline was Monday. 

I photocopied my documents and neatly sealed them in a brown envelope. I couldn’t wait for Monday to drop them off at the office. The organization needed four people for the position; surely I couldn’t fail to get one. With my skills in communication, I could mobilise the community with ease.

Annah needed to know this. Working with her would be great, just in case luck struck both of us. I called Annah on phone twice.  Both calls went unanswered.

“Four vacancies at ACD. Deadline Monday,” I texted her.

I was sure she would call me back and ask for details. She didn’t. It was strange. I still remembered how Annah sulked when she learned that I had applied for a job without informing her. She must be stuck in the village without airtime or, maybe she was sick. When I picked up my phone to ring her again, I received a message.

“Thanks, not interested,” she wrote.

Annah was becoming more complicated than I could imagine. Did she have a job already? If she did, she wouldn’t have remained quiet about it. Or maybe it was her on-and-off boyfriend Vince who, for some reason, determined Anna’s mood whenever he was in town.

They had been like that since second year of university but they never completely broke up. Whoever took a side in their dispute became an enemy whenever they made up. I thought of telling her not to trash the opportunity just in case it was Vince making her give up on a job search. I decided against it.

Vince and I had never really got along. Secondly, I didn’t want to become their enemy once they made up, which happened anytime between two hours and six months of their disagreement. I shut up and focused on my application.

Later that Saturday night, I pressed my clothes and polished my shoes for church, prayed over the application and pushed it inside my pillow case and slept off. By 6:00am the next day, I was in Christ Providence Church-CPC. At CPC, I walked to the front pew and prayed. Like the name of the church, the Sunday teaching was about the Lord’s providence. I was sure the teaching was not just a coincidence, but God’s way of telling me I would get the job I was about to apply for the next day.

The second reading was from the book of Genesis 45:5-8; “…do not be grieved or angry with yourselves, because you sold me here, for God sent me before you to preserve life. For the famine has been in the land these two years and there are still five years in which there will be neither plowing nor harvesting.”

When I heard the phrase “…and there are still five years”, I wondered whether God was telling me I’d have to wait five years before I could get a job.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy; my knees were weak and my legs light. I don’t remember how I walked half the kilometer distance from church to home.

I don’t remember much of what transpired later that Sunday. One moment, I was hopeful I would be among the four people to get that job, but the next minute, I was wondering how many jobless graduates heard the announcement and applied for the same.

End

 Look out for Part III next week on Wednesday, 23 August 2017. 

 

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