In 2020, in september just after Corvid, I went to Cote D'Ivoire in search of greener pastures
I applied to some jobs and was still waiting but the centre could not hold.
The cost of living in Cote D'Ivoire is very high
The pasture didn't seem green, so I headed home.
On my way home in November, one university I applied to reached out with an offer
There was no money to go back immediately. So I talked to the HR and he said I could come when I could
Quickly went to work in a private school and was ready in March the next year.
I wrote to the HR, he said I could come. That was on a friday
Na so I carry bag go
On getting there on Monday. He denied me before the proprietor.
Said he didn't ask me to come because someone else had already taken the job.
Na so pepper yam scatter
The plan was to stay with a church member's aunt until I got accommodation (God bless their kind heart)
As the job didn't work, I still stayed with them while searching for something else.
But things were very hard
It's either you're poor or rich in Cote D'Ivoire. There's no middle class
Omo I saw 30
Major food was something like cassava (fufu) and we'd eat this almost everyday because aunty sold it and I was on an empty bar monetarily
I had never seen a yansh pump prior to that.
But going to the toilet became a hard task.
I mean a very hard task!
Na so the thing dey strong like olumo rock, hemorrhoid wan kpai person.
And for the very first time
I bought me a nyansh pump
Note, almost everyone, at least in the neighborhood I was in had it too.
Don't know where I'm headed at this point 😂
But that thing was a live saver then. Couldn't go to the toilet without it.
It literally saved my life until God took me out of Cote D'Ivoire again.
Omo! 😂😅
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