No More Tomato Stew

I wanted to write about this last week after I came back from the market. Yes o… I go to market o, what were you thinking? I wanted to prepare my precious concussion tomato stew, so as usual I did my list.

Tomatoes: N200 Pepper: N100 (or less depending on quantity) Onions: N50 Iced Fish (Titus): N500

GIS: Job for Unemployed Graduates

Our higher institutions produce numerous graduates repeatedly every year. With high hopes and great expectations they are sent off into the labour market (or is it favour market?), to find a job. At this point, reality begins to dawn on (most of) them. They go to all kinds of places and do all kinds of things to try and secure a job. They now start understanding why Chike, Miriam and Bayo have been at home, two years now since they graduated. Confusion and frustration sets in, and the hopes continually thins out.