The previous week ended with a pregnancy shoot of a client at Ajah. Three interns went to assist/learn on the shoot; two of us were JJC (Johny Just Come), we sure learnt a great deal and had lots of fun, even with the mountain-size food we were served. But Guess what, I got back home 11pm. I prayed silently as I walk down to my house as everywhere was dark and no one was on the street. It was a work day in the week. I looked at myself, overly worn-out, and a saying popped up in my head; “omo wa’se o r’ise” (meaning, You looked for work and found it). I just eyed myself and snapped back immediately; “Ehn, I chose to do this, shikena! and God will help me”. I slept like forever on Saturday, but never enough. Like I’ve accumulated stress over the weeks cos I can sometimes exhibit like a “German Machine” (Chuckles)
And then Sunday came, I suddenly realized that the internship programme proper starts tomorrow Monday and I remember the rules eloPhotos Academy gave me, Jesus! Omo, I have not really rested oh! To resume 7:30, chai! I don enter am. Then I thought of using “eiko” (prank) on my “oga at the top”, Mr. Seun, maybe a miracle could happen and this “7:30am Cup” could pass over me. Although I know him too well, very disciplined, never compromising good standards, but I needed that miracle so bad. So I chatted him;
Me: Hello sir
Is the internship programme starting fully tomorrow? #smiles
Mr. Seun: Yes ma
See you tomorrow morning
Mr. Seun: Smiles
Can you imagine! He didn’t even give room for compromise (like, “don’t just go there”). Hmmm, na so I pack myself, prepare for the next day, abi who send me? No be me send myself?
The week started with editing pictures from a burial shoot. Apparently, this is the most boring aspect of photography (maybe for starters sha).
But there was a twist for me in the week on Thursday when my former office called me for invigilation of promotional exam of some Lagos state teachers. I was granted permission to go.
It was quiet interesting but tiring experience, you don’t want to hear my ordeal. I saw hypocrisy live, a compromise of the standard laid for students by these same teachers. Gaskia, I give it up to students (like me) that maintain high integrity in exams. For me, I see as belittling myself, I’ve got a name to protect you know. Anyway, what me I know is; exam standard is exam standard, whether students or teachers, for promotion or for certificate. At least some of us are dignified certified professionals in our various fields of practice, so don’t give me the crap that “I am an elderly person…blah blah blah”.
Easter holiday is a good succor to the accumulated stress. One other good thing about Jesus’ death and resurrection, aside Salvation and Victory, is these holidays (#smiles). If he hadn’t, chai! (rollingeyes).