Ever sat down to wonder why you actually wanted to grow up? Yeah. Me too. It was my NIMC challenge that brought out this thought in me.
One fateful Wednesday, I had decided that I was going to skip classes, like I always do, to go to the bank with my mom and have her transfer my account to me.
I had been saying it since I turned eighteen but that Wednesday, I decided I was going to be a doer.
So off to the bank I went with my mom. So that you wont vex too much, this bank whose name I would not mention is a bank for old people; they still retain people above forty in that bank – I kid you not. Everyone that works in that particular branch is way above thirty-five, including their security men and cleaners. The whole set up made me wonder where they put all the fresh graduates from the finance section. Our fresh graduates probably are somewhere surviving as entrepreneurs or social media influencers; that is where the money is anyways.
So, into the bank I went, with my mom trailing behind me because she likes to watch my back, and I could have sworn that everyone in the bank stopped working for a minute and took that minute to stare at me.
‘Who was this corporately dressed razzite with colored hair?’
‘Is that her mom?’
‘How is her mom okay with this?’
‘What does she want in our bank?’
‘We’re too cooperate for this kind of person’.
But no oh! Nobody said any of those words with their mouths; their eyes did the talking. I doubt anyone would have the mind to actually confront me about my hair in front of my mom sha.
It was unfortunate that we got the agent with the attitude to attend to us, she practically answered us with her mouth twisted to the other side of her face, I got disgusted by the fact that she dropped the act and picked up another when she found out that my mom couldn’t hear. Please, why?
She had told us that it would be impossible to have her transfer my own account to me without my national ID card, same ID card that I never got around to getting because of the silly excuses of the people they put in charge of it in my school: ‘Sorry, no light today, come when NASU is settled’ or ‘Sorry, we’re not working this week, come last week’.
This is how far I am from getting my national ID
To say that I was disgusted by the thought of having to stand in line for my National ID would be understated. It was thought provoking and I decided that I was going to dedicate my whole day to doing it.
Luckily for me, there was a center nearby. I had skipped to the center in excitement hoping that nothing would deter me from at least passing first stage. I didn’t get close enough to explain why I was there before I got told off by the attendant that “We’re not doing again today, come tomorrow.”
You’re not doing again at 11am? I should come tomorrow from my school to this fagba to do National ID card?
Are you funny?
Do you know that I can swear for you?
Do you think that if I was still twelve, I would be here standing in front of you trying to fulfill my national requirement?
Will you be telling me this if I was born abroad?
God will definitely judge you.
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I think I’ll just try getting my PVC first, and hopefully, I don’t get told off.
Have you gotten your national ID card yet?
How was the process like for you?
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