Your phone chimes a ridiculous tone and hurriedly you scram to check – alas, you have an email, it’s from one of the thousands of recruiters and job applications you have applied to for the past 6 months consistently.
Your middle name is “madam consistency” – consist for short.
You skim through to “Unfortunately we won’t be progressing with your application further…” yada yada yada
Tsk – you’ve lost count of these emails. This week you’ve had eight “unfortunately” emails from recruiters.
Fortunately, you’re still alive to apply to these jobs. (Not that you were ever thinking of suicide) Ha! Your ancestors would be disappointed! gobsmacked! You’ve been through worse.
By jove this should be criminal or an organized crime at this rate.
Or maybe someone in your village is playing cards with your destiny. Nay – this is more than a person’s hardwork, it takes a village.
It’s probably the devil, yep let’s blame him. Even the roaches in your room are busy working. I mean at night there are everywhere building a spot and replicating in your room. The other day you may have seen a pregnant roach. You walked into the bathroom and without much ado nodded at each other and went by your business.
The Audacity! The Bold risk. The pressure is definitely getting worser. (Cue in tiktok vibes)
Be the Light! 