Three weeks gone in search,
All for an internship centre,
I finally got into the precious sanctuary
Trembling like a chick put in hot water
I finally stepped in.
Italian brown wooden table,
Soft cushion chairs,
Cool air that made me tremble.
Bloke with flair,
With all his attention fixed to his system
I began to think I was invisible.
‘Good day Sir’, with my squeaky voice,
Unnoticed I felt again.
‘Serious mind’ I thought
Until I peeked at the screen
To my surprise he was simply looking at a blank screen.
Out of the blues he put down his glasses and questioned,
‘Yes what does you want’?
I chuckled at his poor grammar,
Gave a lost look at his cool classic blazer
At was disappointed because I expected more from his speech,
But he was too blind to notice.
Like a wretched-being I said,
‘Sir, you asked me to come back today’,
Expecting a warm response which I got.
Alright go to the waiting room?
Hopefully things will get well I hoped
At the waiting room, I met a lad about my age,
Eighteen, nineteen or there about.
For the same reason we were there,
The difference between us was that
The lad was the nephew of the bloke.
After three hours of waiting alone without any meal
Unlike the lad served with nice delicacies,
The secretary said the ogawas calling us
Like I bird in just let loose, I flew to his office.
To my meek self I switched again,
‘Yes sir, you sent for me, us’
I was basically speaking for the both of us
I did not even get affected
When the nephew was offered a seat
And I, the wood, was left standing.
‘Ehmm, yes I did’, adjusting his glasses
‘Ok, ehmm, you will get a call from us when our oga comes back’
‘Really he is not even the main guy’, I wondered.
Thank you sir ‘, then I walked out with so much hope.
I slept like a baby that night.
I waited for the call for days but I did not come,
Days became weeks, it did not still come.
On the second day of the first week, I called the lad,
I tried to be nice before popping the big question
When I finally did, I asked ‘have those people called you’,
Hoping to hear ‘no’, I heard ‘yes, more than two weeks ago,
Besides, they only needed one person’.
My heart skipped two beats or maybe three, and then picked up.
Voice shaky, bones trembling, palms sweaty,
Still trying to be a man,I cut the call.
Thoughts filled my head.
But why was I not chosen?
Why did he not call to inform me so I could search for an alternative?
Why did I place all eggs in one shallow basket?
Questions kept popping up.
The fact remains that I was not chosen because
I’m not his cousin, nephew or brother’s son’s sister’s child,
Neither do I share any form of affiliation with him.
I was not called because he saw me as irrelevant,
Or he thought that because I am Igbo,
I just wanted the money rather than the training.
Wrong Judgment! Prejudice at its zenith!
Experience remains one of the best teachers of all time.
It taught me this;
Beyond those well-furnished , air conditioning ned offices,
Lies a skyscraper named,
‘NEPOTISM’: The conscience rapist…
©Nneoma Ogbonna 2015