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I Need A Job Not A Blowjob, Sir!!!

‘I need a job, not a blow job, sir or perhaps a head, as you promised I would get in return for doing you’, I said angrily amidst my teary eyes, as I reached for the door. As soon as I left the office, I broke down in tears, weeping profusely, asking ‘why are men like this, in fact why are rich men like this’, but no answer came forth. How can an answer come forth, when then the Hausa ‘Mallam’ I sat in his shop crying, kept asking me ‘Madam what’s wrong, person die, why fine girl like you go dey cry like this for public’ , guess it was this ‘fineness’ that put me in this trouble.

Let’s start afresh, Few months after I graduated from the Uni, I was somewhat job hunting and luckily as I had thought, an aunt hooked me up with a job offering at a private firm she knew the owner. I was over excited, that is to say, I know the ‘oga kpata kpata’ be that, that’s not like my CV will end up inside trash can after lying hopelessly on Secretary’s desk for God knows how long. So aunty called the man and he agreed to meet me. So on the D day we went, aunty introduced us, and in my humble self plus regalia, the job was already mine. I had started imagining myself coming in there every morning and putting in my best to work. Work life go suit me ‘I thought to myself’

So after less talk, he asked for my CV, he perused through and nodded as he did. He assured my aunt that all was well and said I was fit for the job, he asked we should come back in two weeks time so that necessary arrangements would be made. My chest couldn’t contain my heart, as it was pounding upandan. I almost left my aunt to run home and break the news, but I kept my cool as a behaved graduate, I smiled and thanked him,thanked my aunt for her ‘conne’.
On our way home, my aunt said she would be out of town by the second week, so I would go alone to see my potential boss, I agreed, and I took note of the address, and location, because I’ve never been to that part of town.
At home we were happy and hopeful that the necessary arrangements would go well and favor me, in fact it has favored me already. I drank Smirnoff ice to celebrate, wanted pepper soup too, but couldn’t afford it and didn’t want to ask anyone since I had promised myself I would start catering for myself as a grownup graduate.

Fast forward to the second week, I got to his office, in his cheerful and brilliant manners, he engaged me in a discussion, in my mind I felt it was a TEST, so I gave the best and honest answers as possible, from there he delved into counselling and then back to my personal life. Next thing Oga boss was asking about my sex life, I felt uneasy, he’s not a friend nor my Gynecologist, and how is this supposed to help in my career dreams, so politely I told him I wasn’t comfortable talking about it. He said he was sorry for delving, just that he wanted to know me better.
Next thing, Oga boss was making advances at me, flattering me with older men sweet words, the kind of stuffs you read in Shakespeare or old love letters you stumble upon in your parents’ old suitcases. I was confused, he wasn’t talking about job, nor the arrangement, just love and sexy stuffs, I couldn’t take it anymore, still somehow I felt it was a TEST, so I smiled again, though this was weak, and told him I needed to leave since the arrangement isn’t ready yet, as he had said earlier.As I stood up to go, he quickly crossed over to the side I sat, apologizing for his misbehavior saying it wasn’t intentional and won’t repeat itself. I left.
A day later, I got a text that I was needed, so on the the set date, I went and Oga boss was so blunt, he made his intentions known, this married Oga boss wanted an affair, and was ready to start off here and there in his office. Omg! I was transfixed, I told him, sir I came here for a job, and nothing more, I’m not interested in any other thing you wish to offer, as he had listed a lot of things I would benefit from him being my Aristo.
‘Well, for the Job, you can’t get it, because I have fallen in Love with you, I can’t have anyone whom I have feeling for, work under me, its unethical’, he said. My head was spinning, I remembered the Smirnoff I drank, cooperate clothes I had bought for the job and other stuffs I had put in place as a potential employee, I begged him to reconsider, that it’s impossible for him to love me so soon, he doesn’t know me that well, and that I’m a very well behaved girl, so he has nothing to worry about…all my grammar and pleas fell on deaf ears. To make his stance clear, he asked for a BJ on the spot, called his secretary to cancel any his other appointments, that he’s busy Busy with who, I thought…at that point I told him it was unnecessary, that I’m not down for such and in pain, anger, and disgust I screamed ‘I WANT A JOB NOT A BLOWJOB, SIR’ I hurriedly left his office until the mallam’s shop offered me a weeping zone.
~Miss X

***Sigh! Why are men this way??? Can’t they/you just do your job or do someone  a favor without looking for lots of strings of pubic hair attached to it????

Have you ever experienced such, do you care to share your story (write to notabellablogs@gmail.com and you’ll be kept X, or share in comment section)
Episode 2 coming,,,,wanna read it?? let’s hear you in the comment section

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