Warning: this post you are about reading is adopted in part, edited by this blogger. It is not an exactitude statement or assertion peculiar to all ex corpers, rather it is an analysis presented to all ex corpers to debunk. So read on and feel free to drop your opinion and comment in the box below.
Every unemployed ex-corper has its own peculiar and recognisable Psychology and dynamics. This Psychology of the state of unemployment is inherently corrosive and destructive, in fact it is a psycho-somatic disorder.
It begins with a quick succession of grand imagining for the ex-corper. The ex-corper builds into his mind a wall of hope and solid faith that jobs are coming. Fresh, from service to fatherland, he devours the advertisement columns in the newspapers, online websites like jobberman and writes dozens of applications for this dream jobs. Fortunately, he still has some savings from the NYSC one year bonanza, with this money, our ex-corper can easily afford to taxi himself around town with out unduly bothering anyone for money.
His siblings still see our ex-corper as an illustrious brother/sister, a model to copy. For the parent, he is still a prise child, who has never disappointed them. For this ex-corper life still has a lot of meaning, he holds out to it with enormous faith and courage. Everyday he walk on in search of jobs believing that one day he will hit gold mine. His certificate, newly acquired is Beautifully laminated. Suddenly, his hopes are buoyed up by letters inviting him for interviews. He attends them in faultless formal attire. Our ex-corper then sits back hoping that one day he will be called upon to choose or at least pick up a job.
This illusion continues without the concrete reality manifesting itself. After a period of time, three months, six months, one year, the stark reality begins to unfold its drama of dejectionand degradation. No jobs. The ex-corper summons the last reserve of hope and tries again to secure some jobs. He fails woefully, and return to his siblings and parents for succour.
Back at home his younger brothers and sisters who may still be in school no longer give him the respect he once deserved, they no longer say ordinary ‘good Morning’ to this newest victim of unemployment, they now regard our ex-corper as a non-performer, a failure, in fact between themselves and this job seeker, they see no difference. Years after graduation, there is nothing to show for it, his certificate beautifully laminated has become a mere worthless piece of paper, passport to doomsland. This is the first phase
Our ex-corper will retire very early in the night to wake up by 7:00am the next Morning. Parental and family love has deserted him. He keeps to himself and shies away from crowd as inferiority complex takes over. His parents begin an internal structural adjustment programme (ISAP) by reducing the quantity of food that goes to our friend at odd times. He can not complain, if he does, he is reminded that they have done their own part. Nobody wants to know that this young man needs bathing soaps, pomade, shoes and other recurrent personal effect. He is left to his own ineffective designs, rejected and abandoned. This is the second phase.
The third phase and most destructive is the loss of faith and confidence by our humiliated compatriot in himself. This young promising Nigerian begins to regard himself as a study in personal tragedy, a hopeless failure, not fit to live. He reflects on the glorious days in the university, the lectures, the theories of development and national emancipation, the now fading beacon of self-fullfilment and the contagious patriotic zeal to serve fatherland. All appears to be empty dreams and striving after a mirage.
Our jobless friend takes a long drawn, hand and decisive look at himself and bereft of any capacity for creative thought, he relapse into melancholy and becomes a mere shadow of his former self, with his cloths worn out, his shoes perforated by too much trekking, his hairs unkempt, his body smouldering under the impact of various skin disease, he looks up to every approaching sunrise with palpable trepidation and despair
Finally, he losses grip with his personality as the condition completely shatters him. He either passes away through the worsening of this psycho-induced malady or he accepts it as his destiny.
This is the picture of an unemployed ex-corper in Nigeria of today. Now it is left for you to debunk or accept.