This was a message that a lady sent to me recently.
“I had just finished my NYSC when I joined my uncle’s family in Abuja.
My uncle and his wife kept pressing buttons to find a job for me in Abuja, but nothing was forthcoming. I was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t a mistake to find myself in Abuja.
At a point, I got tired of staying at home and began to work at a nearby hotel as a front desk officer.
My uncle didn’t like that.
