For how long?


Right now, I don't feel like writing. My spirit is down. Months after serving the nation, I am still here without a job and it is killing me.


For how long

Will this smile go wrong.

For how long

will i wait for the pretty sun?



I hope i won't wait forever.

Comments

African Weight Loss Diva said…
Tough times never last, but tough people do. Have faith
March 7, 2009 at 2:54 PM
Rita said…
He makes everything beautiful in its time...

My dear, this is the time to prepare for your job. How will you manage the work hours? How will you manage work relationships? How will you handle work demands.

A job will surely come. Please do not compare yourself with all those around you.
March 7, 2009 at 5:59 PM
Anonymous said…
....a little while my daughter and the months you waited would become history. A story to be retold with smiles.

Meanwhile, while you wait, learn the lessons, prepare and equip yourself for the work ahead.
March 8, 2009 at 4:38 AM
Afrobabe said…
It will come...and when it comes it will be the best one...just chill, keep ur ears open and read the guardian newspaper...I got my first job in mtn through the guardian, I didn't know anyone that works there...
March 8, 2009 at 5:44 AM
Toluwa said…
be patient. It will come. But keep ur head up, cos that way you will be seen!

Hugs!
March 9, 2009 at 8:39 PM
Olufunke said…
You won't wait forever!
Your wait for the pretty sun would pay off dearie!
I feel you, I had to wait (after serving ) for almost 2 years.....
I was the one everyone thought would not have a problem getting a job immediately, the one with a bright future...I now became the one to be pitied....I found myself settling for 'just anything.

I lost myself esteem, stopped to believe in myself, but then...God showed up,it was just phone call that morning, by the next day, I found myself was resuming for a job!...just like that!
and from then on, its been forward ever,now I even refuse some job offers.
I join my faith with yours..the wait won't be long.
Expecting to hear your testimony next time, here, soon.
March 10, 2009 at 3:08 AM
Anonymous said…
I am sorry to hear this. I hope something comes along soon.
March 10, 2009 at 5:39 AM
.. said…
The pretty sun will shine,and soon...
Please get your spirit up and write,because i'd be waiting for updates...

A good job,not just any job will surely come...

Thanks for coming by.
Take care!
March 11, 2009 at 9:33 AM
Anonymous said…
This is going to pass. The best is yet to come. Hang in there.
March 14, 2009 at 5:37 PM
Marci J. said…
Good Luck sorting Ur Life out Friend. This is a disguised opportunity. Survive it & prosper - simply make the best connections (people & information) U can.
Thinking of U.
March 17, 2009 at 12:29 AM
Cidersweet said…
Hi.
Like you, it's been a month today since POP, and no job (yet). Like Rita sed, this time is for us to prep ourselves for work - time to decide if we're going to be mere "cogs in the wheel" or truly effective people. Aside from reading my gmat and staying current, Im also reading good books on leadership and stuff.
Just use this time well. It eill pay off.
Ok, end of sermon. Hope u find encouragement.
March 27, 2009 at 6:15 AM
Cidersweet said…
I just realised you sed you finished monthS ago, not month. Sorry about that. My Sis was at home for about 40+ months, but this is not your portion in Jesus' name.
Hang on.
March 27, 2009 at 7:06 AM
Bruno said…
Well, sometime we're down! Sometimes we're cursed to wait. Sometimes for a day, sometimes for a week, a month, a year...

We do need to live. Live as we can, live with feelings, frozen inside or anyway else.
April 20, 2009 at 6:59 PM
Tairebabs said…
Really tough times don't last. God will make a way for you to get a great job. Keep the faith and take this time as ur leave served early. It is well.
May 24, 2009 at 7:05 PM
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