Life Of A Graduate – A Poem By OJIEH CHUKS THOMAS

LIFE OF A GRADUATE

A POEM BY – OJIEH CHUKS THOMAS

B.Sc in the bag but i’m lost in my own thought 🐙
I try to place my mind on the things that really matter, but,… 🐙
…the focus isn’t just there, I keep going in circles 🐙
Wandering round & round like lost bubbles 🐙

This Man just attained the calling of a Certified G, G as in Graduate 🐙
He’s supposed to feel proud of this, cos it feels great 🐙
But the truth is, in a world where diamonds are placed at the feet of Kings 🐙
That title becomes more of a joke than reality from the look of things 🐙

CV upon CV, resumé upon resumé, Job counts upon Job counts 🐙
How the Hell is he going to cope with this, without gassing out 🐙
Prior to this, is the call of duty, the call of serving his Fatherland 🐙
NYSC they call it, he can only hope for the best, else he’ll look for a “Greener Land” 🐙

By a “Greener Land” he means Europe or America 🐙
He wouldn’t mind getting there at all cost, through the pacific or through Libya 🐙
You ask, why take such a dreadful risk? He yells at you: “Give me a damn job”!!! 🐙
A good job is all a Graduate asks for, he wants to join the working club! 🐙

But what do they provide for the Graduate? Nothing but empty promises 🐙
Promises pervasive enough to furniture a 5 star premises 🐙
He laughs, well he hears new leaders will be elected in 2019 🐙
He laughs again! New leaders? Or New looters? Same old routine!!! 🐙

The Graduate will indeed serve his Fatherland during elections 🐙
Politicians will come with fat envelopes enticing him to manipulate the electorate’s decisions 🐙
The Graduate questions himself: “Should i do this?” Bloody yeah! All i recieve is N19,800 🐙
He then agrees, multiplies ballot papers, turning things around for sycophancy’s sake, acting the devil’s advocate 🐙

When all is said and done, the same looters emerge winners 🐙
Though fat pay in his pocket, the Graduate doesnt feel proud; He becomes the real looser 🐙
NYSC done & dusted, He goes back home feeling despondent 🐙
No job, No money, No pride, No support. He becomes a Graduate with no intent 🐙

Out of the blues, like one who strikes Gold, He accidentally meets his old dreadlock Friends 🐙
Wearing Gold chains and wrist watches, driving expensive Benz 🐙
He felt so stunned at seeing his “witless” 3rd Class coursemates 🐙
The same guys he told in class “When it comes to Media Law, we aren’t mates” 🐙

Still feeling stunned, he wondered; “how the hell did they rapidly get rich” 🐙
He wondered & pondered with a fake smile, he whispered regretfully: “Life is a b tch”🐙
They scorned him, said he wore rags, called him a bookworm with no Money 🐙
He said to them, whatever you guys did to get rich, I swear, im in!!! 🐙

The words, “Im In” echoed!! In a matter of weeks he became a top Fraudster 🐙
He was fortified diabolically, making female sacrifices and eating excreta 🐙
He became affluent, wealthy and influential. Indeed, he was a Lord in BTC 🐙
EFCC bowed, SARS became his slave. He blessed them daily with huge package tips 🐙

“Where was i all this while”, he thought. He was “stinkingly rich”, living his dreams 🐙
He acquired lands and properties, bought cars; a plethora of luxuries 🐙
Assurance became his nickname, cos he got the Girl of every Man’s heart desire 🐙
Little did he know that his wealth had a time frame, his riches in no time, were going to expire 🐙

Gradually, he withered like a tree lacking water and photosynthesis 🐙
His wealth began to fade, his friends deserted him as he plunged into crisis 🐙
Like a decomposed animal, His life was on the line. He was at the point of death 🐙
As he drew his last breath, he said with tears: “Had i known i would haved looked onto God, the creator of wealth” 🐙

Dear Graduates, this is an eye opener. I hope this doesn’t become our story 🐙
A Graduate with no patience will only achieve vain glory 🐙
Being a Graduate with a certificate is good but not good enough, we need skills 🐙
Above all, we need God, the blesser of Men. The one who askes for no bills 🐙

OJIEH CHUKS THOMAS