Finding Home.
Pray for me — Darey Art Alade.
Dear Diary,
I left my guardians’ nest today. He and his family made my leaving possible and paid for my clearance and testimonial — God bless their sacrifice.
I got a job! I mean I still have to attend a physical interview, for formality, before I’d be given an appointment letter.
My new job is as a school nurse. It’s in the uptown part of the most uptown town in my native country.
I am ecstatic and frightened beyond words. I am trying not to talk too much about it, but I fail a lot at that.
I look forward to all the opportunities the job location and description offer, and I am scared of what life would be like over there. Have I found a home? I need to get there to know.
I need a mattress and I don’t have one or the money to afford one. I don’t have what makes the kitchen a kitchen. I was looking forward to eating the provided meal but heard it isn’t the best. I’d take my chances. I don’t have a traveling bag big enough for all the things I have. I don’t want to travel with my tiny bags and end up losing any at the park.
I need to convince my guardian about my safety and the potentiality of this job and why it is God’s hand of favor making waves. The pay isn’t the best, 50,000 in Naira. I am content to start with that for my first job.
Today I would breathe and live for that is the very essence of life itself.
Until I write you again with tales of my journey and the obstacles I came in contact with.
Yours only,
Flawed Princess.
