Chapter 8

Bukunmi stepped into her house, drenched in sweat, looking like she wanted to die.

She was extremely tired from walking all over the streets of Lagos, with her very tight shoes which were not helping matters at all, as they had given her blisters.

"Sissy, are you fine?" Ben asked, taking his eyes off the T.V, and switching it to her direction, as she opened the door.

"I am not fine, Ben. I feel like I'm going to die," She said and slumped on one of the sofas.

He chuckled. "Sorry about that. So, any good news?” He asked.

She shook her head in negativity.

"Wow! But you've been out since morning in search of a job. You're only just coming back at almost 6'0 clock in the evening. How can you say you didn't get any job?" He asked.

She sighed. "Well, some organizations will make you wait for a very long time only to tell you they don't have vacancies, some will say they don't need someone who studied Creative writing. Some will offer just a very l