Chronicle Of Blog Visitor Narrative....

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STAND ALONE NARRATIVE

TO STEAL OR NOT?



Good afternoon Everyone. Please bear with me as this is somewhat a long read.

My name is Oyin and I’m 29 years of age. I graduated a couple years ago and no job. One of My biggest regret is the fact that I didn’t learn any skill while I was in school and immediately after then. 

My excuse was I wanted a 9-5 job because I loved structure and routine and I had no idea how to be come my own boss and running my own business. I live in one of the remotest area In ogun state with little or no opportunities (new site)with my parents. 

My friend recently asked me to come stay with her in Lagos but with the condition that I’ll have to fend for myself.

The issue I have now is the fact that my parents have refused to help me and Because of this reason, I have considered myself unlucky. My parents hardly give me money. Even while in school I had to write assignments for people so as to feed myself.

 In my final year, I didn’t receive any help from them. I remember breaking down in the cafe on the day I was to submit my project and I had nothing as the cafe guy said he wasn’t going to give me my project unless I paid the outstanding payment and when I called my mum and explained to her, all I heard was “God will do it”.

 I was surprised when my younger ones gained admission and they were ready to help them with anything from school fees to rent and during my turn I had to squat with a course mate. The last time my parents gave me money was in 2018 and I remember I had to literally cry before my daddy gave me. Couple weeks ago, he was able to get some money from a contract; he gave my mum and brothers but didn’t even give me a naira. He saw my attitude towards him changed and after much pestering, I told him considering we were all praying for the money to be released to him and he gave me 500 naira.

For years now, my parents have been insulting me about not having anything to do and not getting a job and talking about how Stagnant my enemy has been.

 Last year, I asked them for 5k to start this liquid soap business but they claimed not to have. I was able to check my daddy’s account balance that day and saw he had about 200k in his account but he claimed not to have anything. It was a lecturer in my school that helped me (he was the one that gave me the business idea during the lockdown period and later helped me when I told him I didn’t have money to start it).

 The business didn’t even move forward as they used half of the soap at home without paying after months of it being there without sale. Everyday, my dad keeps talking about how I have nothing doing, just sitting at home doing nothing and compares me to his nieces with their own businesses. Lord knows I’ve asked and asked but they’re not helping and they keep talking and insulting me about not having anything to do. (I’m already numb to their insults and I always try to mind my business at home. Like I don’t show feelings or reactions to anything happening at home anymore)

Now, my friend is asking me to come to the city for greener pastures and I asked my parents for money to start a business (I asked them to borrow me that I am going to pay back either every month or two months) while I’m there and they’re both claiming not to have. 

On Monday, My dad asked me to help make a transfer for him and I was able to see how much he had there (nb; I’m only asking for a 100k to start something despite it not being enough in this economy and the money I saw there is enough to give me the capital needed over and over again). Anyways, I made the transfer for him and got the information needed.

Right now, after seeing his account balance and knowing he has the money to borrow me, I don’t know if I should steal the money one night while he’s asleep and run away the next morning and cut off all ties from them. Not like I’m important to them anyways or I should continue begging and hope that one day they’ll finally consider me worthy to help me.

I don’t want to come off as an entitled child or something but they’re my only hope at this point. I would have looked for a job but there’s none where I stay and even in Nigeria as a whole, there’s scarcity of jobs as we know. The menial jobs I’ve been seeing, I will end up spending the whole salary on transport fare and even extra considering the distance from my house. 

A teaching job I even saw considered paying 2500 for a month. I’ve had to even do labourers for bricklayers; helping them fetch water they’ll use to build, I carry blocks as well and in the end they pay 1/1500 for the day. I can’t go to the city and be expecting my friend to feed me as well. Because of this issue, I’ve even considered even getting married to anyone willing to out of desperation just so I can leave their house and the insults will reduce. But going to a husband’s house as a liability is even worse.

Thank you.

Please if you have transport money, pack your bags and leave that house Immediately without stealing anything!!!

If you steal and a curse is placed on you in anger, that is even worse..... leave and go and hustle and stop depending on them, you are almost 30and there is still enough time for you to change your Narrative...

Good luck!!!