Beauty in the Broken

All my life, i've always envisage serving my fatherland not because i really wanted to though , but because of the monthly allowance and of course the glitz and glamor that is attached to it,but if i had known it would have disrupted the whole process of my barbing tutorials i wouldn't have anticipated all along. 

I was posted to Edo state for my youth service and i didn't only have to pause my barbing sessions but also  i had to prematurely quit my well paying job!😭. At first, i was displaced, i felt like a fish that was suddenly removed from the sea and was expected to live, i couldn't fathom why things had to happen the way it did,but then I gathered some strength when I remembered the 3 weeks orientation camp, I had learnt it was always fun filled and an unforgettable experience. 

To compensate the whole situation, my siblings made sure I had everything I needed to keep me comfortable throughout my stay ,and even during my stay,my brother made sure I didn't have to taste the kitchen food, he was always showering me with money to get food from maami market. (You are allowed to think I'm blessed with lovely siblings because that's exactly how I feel every day of my life) 

                               

My constant visit to maami drew my attention to lots of things, one of which was a barber's shop,. How on earth could they possibly have a barber shop for the period of our 3weeks stay?, woooow! this opportunity must not slip off I thought to myself as I went straight into the shop and liaise with the barber in charge. I avoided almost every camp activity and was always found in the barber shop but due to the mufti I always appeared in, the soldiers assumes that I was only an apprentice brought from town to assist her boss. Most of my friends found it ridiculous and always laughed about it but isn't there a saying that there's never enough time to do all the nothing you want?

Redeploying isn't such an easy task,if you know what i'm talking about, from waiting for the redeployment letter to reflect on your portal, to sourcing for a primary place of assignment all by yourself if you don't want to be dumped in a government school as a teacher,  and of course you  had two weeks to do that.

After much hunt, i finally found four different places inviting me for an interview. The first didn't seem too good as it was an auto mobile place where car parts was sold and it was owned by an Indian who wanted to pay "5k" (that rings a bell right?). The second place was actually the career i envied but I was virtually going to be spending my salary on transportation alone and some days I might go borrowing if they didn't pay on time. The third place was a government owned organization and they weren't willing to pay because they believed the allowance paid by the federal government should be enough for me but they were ready to grant me the job even without an interview(sighs). The fourth place which was the final were willing to pay but didn't state their pay, they even made me believe it was going to be stipends but I took it nonetheless because it was closer to my house and it was the last and most reasonable option I had.

Fortunately for me, by the end of the month I was paid hugely. I got back on track with life as I went back to my barbing sessions but as usual the unusual happened.