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The Weeping Voice- Prologue by Fortune Nwaiwu

Prologue
Spoken in the character of Mrs. Stephen

We make up our society and are accountable for anything in it. Our attitude to things is an inborn trait occasioned by our burning desires to survive in a corrupt nation. If I am unable to take a flight to the land of our colonial masters, it does not mean that I do not have any other alternative to get there. I can make a boat and sail to wherever I want to. In this world, there’s always an alternative. When one door closes, another always opens for survival. I was born to advise, and if you can understand me without criticism and heed my instructions, you’re wise.

Dear fellows, we have no problem with experiencing unemployment hurdles in our economy. However, what we face in our reality are nepotism and industrial monopoly, where every office has been monopolised by members of certain families. Without a godfather, your career ambition is perhaps ridiculously defused. Let education continue to enlighten our society, and those born to purple families acquire the experience and expertise needed in their job pursuits. But with the present state of things in our country, I think we should never again forget the need for enrolling into vocational schools that offer the opportunity to acquire the practical skills and knowledge that employers are looking for. If the chance of getting the job is taken away from you, you have to establish yourself. Therefore, believe not only in the theory but also practical.

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