Resigning from my job during covid-19 pandemic wasn’t the easiest decision, but it had to be done.
I loved my job. I love the people I worked with. And when I say my colleagues were the best, I mean it. Sabi Writers was/is home but,
Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.Judith Thurman
I’ve been very restless in my spirit for the past three months. I was basically struggling with everything work but Gelax Chatroom. It made absolutely no sense. I had no major issue in my life, so I didn’t get it. It took a while but I later figured it out. It was time to quit my job.
The job I didn’t want but needed and eventually came to love.
It was after my second eviction in Lagos, I had no place to stay so I moved to Akure to lay my head till I figure out what to do next. My friend sent me a job link and told me to apply. It was a writing job. Honestly, I wasn’t interested in it. He called me later that day to find out if I had applied and when I told him I hadn’t, he insisted I did. He said he would call me back to confirm if I had. Just to get him off my case, I sent in my application for the job.
I had been working on a script for a client and even though writing had been paying my bills more than any other job I’d done, I didn’t pride myself as a writer. I wanted to be on TV, acting, presenting and producing. That was what I wanted, not writing.
I was in the kitchen one morning cooking spaghetti when a call came in interrupting the boring programme I was listening to on the radio. (Seriously though, Akure radio stations still have a long way to go as regards entertainment🤦 ) The caller introduced himself and told me my job application was well received. What application? Oh, yeah, that’s right! I applied to be a resident writer. Interesting!
They were wondering if I could come in the next day for an interview. Heheheee… I legit laughed.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t make it”.
“Well, firstly, I’m not in Lagos at the moment”.
“Where are you?”
“Oh. When are you returning to Lagos?”
“I don’t know”, I stated matter of fact.
“I mean are you coming back to Lagos next week or something”.
“I really don’t know, sir”. I confessed.
“I will call you again”. He said, “Enjoy the rest of your day”.
I lost my appetite after that call. See, I had filled the job application form like someone who didn’t want the job, because I didn’t. I did not even inform my aunt I was staying with that I applied for it. When I told her about the call after she got back from work, she was surprised and happy.
I was indifferent.
“You have to call them back”. She said.
“What do you mean what for? Ti ba da e nigbaju!” (If I smack your face)
“But why should I call them back? It’s not like there’s any guarantee I’ll get the job and if by any stroke of luck I do, where would I stay in Lagos?”
“Are you God? Why have you been praying if you don’t trust Him?”
I had no counter argument.
Next thing, I called my friend and told him that I got a call from the company, he also thought I should give them a call back. I told him I would.
About three weeks after, a lady with a sweet voice called me from this same company. Hian! What do you people want from me?”
She asked if I could come in the next day for an interview.
“I won’t be able to do that”.
“Why not? Where do you stay in Lagos?”
“Igando”. At least, that was where I stayed.
“Oh, that’s really close to the office!” She sang.
“But I’m not in Lagos”, I cried. I was already tired of the call.
“Oh, I didn’t know that”.
I rolled my eyes and mimicked her silently. I wanted to ask if the last person who called didn’t give her the memo.
“Can I get back to you soon, please?”
I wanted to call my friend about it but I didn’t want him to feel pressured. He was my last landlord, he would have moved mountains even if it broke his back to get me a place to stay. He’s that selfless, but I didn’t want that. So I called my aunt instead.
“Don’t be unfortunate, girl. How many people get such opportunity to be called twice for an interview with the same company? When they call you back, tell them you will be available next week”.
“And if they don’t call?”
“We will have to do the calling then. Save that number now”.
The lady called back.
“When do you think you will be in Lagos?”
“Oh, that’s great. What day exactly?”
“Tuesday”, I said without thinking.
“Nice, nice. I’ll see you on Tuesday then”.
“What?!” Is she crazy? “I said I’ll be in Lagos on Tuesday, I didn’t say I’ll at your office on Tuesday”.
“Yes, I heard you. You stay at Igando, right? That’s pretty close to the office. If you leave Ondo State early, you can get to Lagos on or before 2 PM and come in for the interview”.
Yup, this people must be crazy, and desperate. I thought.
“You want me to travel six hours by road and come in straight for an interview? Ah, there’s no way I’m doing that. Nope”.
“It’s not a big deal. The interview won’t take that long”. She laughed.
I wanted to slap her face.
“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. I can’t do that”.
“Okay, please give me a minute to report to my boss”.
I could have sworn I heard God laughing at me. I felt like Jonah trying to run from something inevitable. Fine then, let thy will be done.
“Hello, how are you?”
“I’m fine, sir”.
“I heard you will be coming into Lagos on Tuesday, would you be willing to come for your interview the next day?”
“Do you have a laptop?”
“Yes, I do”.
“Good. Come with it on Wednesday. We will forward you an official invitation via email now, safe journey to Lagos”.
And that was it. Few minutes later, I got the email.
Not to bore you with more stories; I got to Lagos that very weekend, went for the interview on Wednesday, August 21st, 2019 and resumed work that very day.
Now back to the restlessness in my spirit. All through June, my spirit was down. I suffered mild depression and I couldn’t figure out why. My heart was yearning for something, and it was driving me crazy. I took a few days off work for an appointment in Ogun State. When I got back to Lagos, I strongly felt the urge to embark on the 31 days of gratitude. I struggled with it because like I said, I was mildly depressed.
The day I decided I was going to do it, I called my friend and told him of my decision. I was still speaking to him about how I struggled to come to that conclusion amidst how down I was feeling, when out of nowhere, I said, “I think I’m going to resign”.
Immediately I said it, I felt some sort of peace. It was weird.
I would later find out after praying and speaking with few of the people I trust the most, that my spirit had been restless because it was nudging me towards a change. It was time to step out. The more I thought about it, the more peace I felt.
The day I dropped my letter of resignation, I felt a simultaneous wave of peace and great fear. Boy, oh, boy. I was about to be jobless in the midst of a pandemic. I’m known for doing crazy things but even this scared me. I decided I wasn’t going to tell people until the deed was done. Yesterday, after 376 days of working at my wonder workplace, I was sent forth.
Mehn, I cried. My colleagues cried. I’ll miss these guys like crazy. I made friends, formed bonds and found a support system. Someday soon, I’ll write about my experience at Sabi Writers. If I had my way, I wouldn’t leave. However, when my heart, mind and spirit begin to yearn for something, they won’t rest until we get it. That’s what has brought me thus far.
It’s sad to say goodbye, but I am excited about what’s ahead.
A poem From A Colleague
You are a spark of life and all that’s tender, and wild too.
You are a rolling fireball of laughter,
spreading ripples of joy all over.
But today we gather for a goodbye.
And in my mouth, it’s like the taste of a sour lemon,
so hard to say, so hard to say.
This is me launching out and pushing forward with nothing but faith in God and a burning fire in my heart. Ready or not, I’m doing this. And I know that He that has called me is too faithful to fail. I look forward to the next phase of my life. And you my dearest Galaxy will hear all about it, with time.
I believe I’ll find my new home soon. Until then, “Dear Star, not matter what, never stop dreaming”. ❤✨