He half walked, half dragged to the front of my aunt’s vet
store. I had no choice but help aunty Kemi man the place
as she is trying to open yet another store in Ikeja.
I was counting on my fingers, trying to find out how many
days we had before we resumed back to school. This
holiday had been as boring as watching paint dry. I was
counting my remaining days of boredom when he
knocked, taking me away from my reverie.
He instantly reminded me of Frank Donga. “Please, is
there vacancy here? ” he asked. I looked at him from head
to toe. His shirt had definitely seen better days. His hair
was like a refuse dump and his mouth smelled like a
mortuary. His shoes reminded me of canoes. Worn out
canoes.
I was still assessing his unpresentable appearance when
he shoved photocopied documents into my hands.
“Please sir, I have bsc and msc zoology from OAU, ife”. I
thought he was joking. A quick scan of the papers
confirmed my fears.
He continued “please give me a job, any job. I will work
for free for three months if you want. Please!”.
Desperation oozed from his thin frame.
He must have thought I owned the place. “No vacancy”
slipped from my lips. He looked at me, fought back tears
and snatched his papers. He trudged on.
I watched him go. My aunt who owed the store this
masters degree holder is begging for a job didn’t go to
any university. Her business is worth over thirty million
naira. She always told me the university is a cage that
force you to sit behind a desk for four years so you’ll be
qualified to sit behind another desk for forty years.
She said university will teach you to look for jobs but
never create one. It will teach you yo work for a living but
never have a life. I sat. I thought.
She had blamed the craze on the oil boom in the
seventies. Then, graduates were entitled to cars and
automatic jobs.
She said people still live in that delusion. She told me the
richest man alive is a college dropout who followed his
dream.
She asked what my dream was. She said ” do what you
love and you’ll never work a day in your life”. I am
convinced, college degrees are overrated.
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Why i think Degree is overrated in Nigeria-Roman Michael
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