...End of the Countdown...

The end has just started, my popular countdown to the end of my term has ended, I guess a lot of my countdown fans can’t wait to see what’s next. I can not say precisely what the end will be, maybe explaining how I approached the end will create a better picture of what the next steps will be.
The end was a good one I must say, we followed all the AIESEC Italia tradition. It started with transition, I had to do transition to 3 different people, the meant that the role had expanded quite much, I was particularly happy about that. The whole process took 3 weeks after which we embarked on a general and a historic transition, we had an MC house that had never been so full in the history of AIESEC Italia, there were 20 of us in a 3 bedroom semi detached duplex. Your imaginations can tell you what it was like, but let me just mention that it was fun and irritating, can you imagine the combination ? We had the usual Alumni Vs MC elect and outgoing match which ended 8-4 in our favour, the Alumni missed some key players, this coupled with the fact that either they were doing so much ‘flicky flicky’ or smoking like a chimney resulted in their team putting up a feeble performance. I must say that I was really impressed by the individual stamina last year, I saw nothing like that this year. We actually ran them over.



We won the trophy, had one of those luxury dinners that the MC members almost cry when it’s time to pay the bill. I noticed something remarkable, in this same ‘storical Dinner’(Historical Dinner) in the past year as Simona my team mate will pronounce it, the shouting and singing got to a point that I was pondering if all these alumni who were supposed to be demonstrating positive leadership in what ever they were doing didn’t have anything better to do, when I reminisce over that now, I bet I would have hated them if I knew what they were shouting about.



That’s one thing that keeps marvelling me when ever I think about it, I got so into the Italian singing and aspersions casting like men folk calling the women folk Troya! Putana! While the women folk in return called the men folk Froshor! That it never seemed like I ever felt irritated about it. If I knew they were calling the women Bitches while the women were calling the men Gays, God knows what my impression of Italians would have been. But sincerely, I think it’s a cool way of entertaining themselves. I still remember quite vividly that at my last AIESEC Italia, I stood on top of a table in a sport camping facility with about 120 AIESECREs from across Italy and 300 people from other groups to accept one of those aspersion casting award of ‘Troye Troya’ which literally translates to Bitche’s Bitch. That’s really a big one I must say. Don’t get the wrong idea, these names are absolutely devoid of any reality or ulterior motifs, it’s just something Italians do when they approach the social level of being drunk more or less like being tipsy or a bit lower than that.

Well afterwards, we had the final event which is the new years eve which is called ‘Capodanno’ in Italian. The party was quite typical of European standards, music playing, people chatting and drinking without any form of dancing, more or less like chilling out, but it’s called party in Italy and most other European countries. It was fun anyway. I actually sold the idea that marriages in African were done by Birthrooting,I did it so well(I was actually fooling them) that the German Girl(EB member of Pavia) and Dutch guy (a Trainee) actually bought that badly cooked ferry tale!
The Capodanno party was exactly the end of the countdown, at this point I still do not have any concrete info about my next steps, I had applied for probably a dozen internships, I’ve had several interviews, I am expecting response from a score of companies, and I have been turned down by a handful of companies. I wouldn’t really say I have been unlucky, however being in possession of a green passport from the country that represents a third of the black populace on the face of the earth coupled with the fact that I am making a gross inter disciplinary cross from Physical sciences(Industrial Chemistry) To Management does not exactly attract so much luck. Anyway I have at least been able to demonstrate that despite having my bachelors from Industrial Chemistry, I still exhaled in Management related Jobs. I finished my year with a 21% growth on the ICX realisation, that’s the biggest growth AIESEC Italia has seen in the past half decade.

Be that as it may, I believe that sta michia companies and their testa di cazzo managers should be smart enough to see that I am a super dooper talent(In Simona’s Words).Let me just say that have not been smart enough, not that I have not been lucky enough. Well the concept of luck and destiny from my perception is a consolation for lazy players and loosers which I am far from, so just like I have been doing, I will keep my head above the water and up, I’ll keep trying until I make my last attempt. My last attempt will definitely be made just before I move to the world beyond! I’m a tough person, so I will definitely outlive this apparently tough Time! It’s just a matter of time, As my Nigerian folks will put it, Notin dey happen make a siddon dey look