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Private thoughts: Ipo siku!




 Must have a TSC number, or TSC registered is the most consistent yet annoying thing I have heard this week. Well, like I told Charles the other day, it is humbling. yes ...finishing school can humble you mate.  And just like that seems like we can't get to teach till we graduate ...God knows when but we got to try other options, right?

So the other day I saw an advert of this bank hiring interns and I walked right into it, with that ka-glimmer of hope. The other thing that really raised my hopes even higher is seeing a youthful man ... probably in his early thirties seated in a big black fancy -swinging chair all bossy and I thought to myself...this place must really be welcoming young intellectual men...just like me because man, have you met me. 

I walked right into the office serving 'yes sir',  'thank you sir' and all manner of sirs at least to get my chances of being hired a little higher. As I drop my letter, ready to throw a final 'thank you sir'  and about to leave. He quickly shifts to "wacha nikuchapie ukweli bro... This spot you are applying for is already filled and we are just doing the announcements for formalities." It doesn't matter if you are qualified or not. Hii ilishaenda. As I remain there speechless, with that _ni sawa tu_ kind of smile. He adds another gut wrenching kind of statement..." Unakaa msee anajua kujituma na mabro ni kuambiana ukweli...but niachie number yako. I'll tell you if something pops up." ...which I know is another lie because dude won't even be remembering my name thirty minutes from now. 

Yes in this life you need a tall uncle, or a godfather or something. But for those of us who don't have godfathers...we have GOD. Atatuonekania. Imagine it's time I throw in this statement... Ipo siku!😅

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  1. Osano Brian.May 11, 2023 at 8:58 PM

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  2. Eric GatimuMay 11, 2023 at 9:25 PM

    Great piece, this is a 'nightmare living reality' situation for the youths, lakini ipo siku!

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  3. Kessy NdungeMay 11, 2023 at 9:41 PM

    Applying for internships hoping you'll get and they already have someone in place.. Ipo siku

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  4. Felix MaunduMay 15, 2023 at 2:50 AM

    Ipo Siku

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