He looked smashing in his graduation gown.
His oratory skills put Obama to shame as
the audience greeted him with great
admiration and applause.
His love-hate relationship on the warm bed
of sweet academia had come to an end.
The gates of academia closed behind him-
releasing him to an open classroom with
nothing but good grades and a whole set of
theories to compete for the job market.
He burned with enthusiasm: The sky was
the limit as he set out very fresh on a
journey filled with unlimited dreams,
expectations and endless ambition.
Filled with positivity, he ventured into the
job market unaware of life’s ironies.
He carried his well crafted resume and certificates
under his arm like a clutch bag as he roamed
from office to office- sometimes greeted by the
cold hands of corruption and nepotism – rejected
coolly and professional.
He didn’t fit the job description. They required
a robot to do every bidding without complaints,
a stooge they could control, and a slave willing
to tire under difficult circumstances without
Beads of sweat filled his tired face as
disappointment thinned his skin signaling refusal.
He swallowed the disdainful looks as he got
attacked by a barrage of words.
He became a victim of global torment, a product
of a failed system- not entitled and remunerated.
An unemployed graduate waving his certificates
to the world like a blood stained banner, roaming
through the dusty, hot streets with dilapidated
dreams but this time, desperate and willing to do