The Nigerian Graduate

Securing Admission into one of the few institution of higher learning was a dream come true at a time. considering the huge number of high school leavers eager to secure a precious spot the few ivory towers scattered all around this country. Securing admission was the first step to having a good life. to living my dreams. As a young high school leaver, i believed training as a petrochemical engineering settles it all. Considering the vast oil reserve this country (Nigeria) is blessed with.
And so the journey started, five tedious years sweating it out in the university. conquering modules after modules, courses after courses. learning, cramming, burning the midnight candles. Rushing to classes under the hot sun. Sitting on benches made of hard wood in stuffy and overcrowded classrooms, listening to inaudible lecturers. The journey wasn't easy but the hope of a better tomorrow kept driving up. The fear of failure, poverty and hunger our only motivation.

And on we marched, the situations were getting worse every passing day, security situation was becoming precarious, school fees kept increasing along with the cost of living. Even the price of garri and beans shot up too. but we didn't give up.
And Finally we graduated. The joy, happiness and relief was immeasurable. Here we are at the promised land we set out for five years ago. We sang and danced, drank and made merry. We forgot the sorrows and stress of the university. A heavy burden was raised off our shoulders. Life was sweet again.
Then came the warm yet gloomy congratulations from our older colleagues who graduated before us. We began to wonder why their faces was so gloomy. They explained that though making it through college is a very important achievement, a bigger challenge awaits us. What challenge? we asked. The Labour market they replied. The market is so tiny to accommodate the teeming number of graduates produced from the institutions of higher learning. The market is saturated. And we have to face an unfair challenge with our counterparts with certificates from developed countries for the few opportunities that exist.
With our hands on or heads, we cried out EWO!!!!!! O gini ka anyi ga eme? (What shall we do?)

Here we are again at crossroads wondering "Where shall we go from here?"