Reject me. It won't show on my forehead
Rejection is never a disease and also it doesn't glue to the body nor does it reflect or show on the face. If I enter a room and ask for assistance and I'm totally rejected, no one would read that on me when I get out except I discuss it. We've all faced rejection somehow so I would love to discuss one of my moments of rejection
It was during the time I changed environment/location
When I got to Abuja, things weren't easy. I was denied employment several times but that didn't hit me. The one that got to me was when I marketed one of my skills thinking I would get some people to learn what I was selling as a skill
What's the skill?
I could produce grease, so I designed a form and visited wuse and Utako markets where many Igbo boys/ businessmen sell various materials and automobile parts. It was on a hot Saturday. I walked from one shop to another talking about grease production and explaining how lucrative it is
Many of them rejected me. I was called all sorts of names. When one of the Igbo boys looked at my shoe, he laughed his ass out. I wore a covered shoe bigger than my leg and filled the front with paper to keep my leg tight in it.
He said
"Look at the shoe of someone who knows grease production 😂. He looks exactly like someone selling the book titled 44 ways to make real cash and still begging for 50 Naira gala. Oga, go and look for work".
Everyone around the place looked at me and laughed. I felt bad, sad and rejected. The morale to further the marketing almost died but I kept moving from one place to another facing rejection one after the other
That Igbo guy was right. I was very famished but had no common 50 naira to buy Gala after walking in the sun for hours without any positive result. Not even a person accepted me throughout that day. When I couldn't hold the hunger anymore, I took 50 Naira from the transport money with me and bought one gala. But when it was time to board a bus home, no one could carry me without paying #200 and I was having #150. I had to walk the distance to cover the #50 gala I ate before I found a bus that lifted me for that amount
Although I felt very bad that day, I didn't lose hope. I continued the second day. I did it for a week on the stretch but nothing came, so I stopped. All I got throughout was rejection. And what did I do? Then I thought it was time to try something else. Life goes on. I wouldn't let the rejection weigh me down. It won't continue like that. I was rejected today, but one day, I will be celebrated
My rejection story
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