The cry of a desperate graduate 

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Many educated youth have resorted to illicit sex for a living. NAFTALI WAFULA sheds light onto a young graduates, ordeal.    

Why does the government allow this kind of lunacy educated youth commit themselves to due to lack of employment?  The beaches seem to provide a better alternative for hordes of ‘tarmacking’ youth for a source of income and social comfort.  They are temporary homes to rich tourists, financially stable married man and sometimes women too, all who as easy targets for financially desperate graduates.  A confession Some time ago, I had been leisurely hanging around Tiwi beach in Mombasa for a while. Unknown to most of my friends, I was desperately anxious to get acquainted with a female tourist. 

Apparently, the journey was much swifter than I had presumed.  It did not take long before an attractive woman approached me, showering me with tones of complements.  “Hello…” she saluted me, in the most romantic voice I had heard. Certainly, I did not hesitate.  A little while later, we were chatting like old friends. I was clearly aware of what she needed though. And I thought about my wife. I had to provide and make her proud and presentable like most of my former classmates’ wives.  It was a painful journey, having obtained a first class honors degree, for which I envisioned a better life in future, away from the poverty that had defined my entire life. But a sad reality too, was that those from well off families who had not performed as well as I had seemed to sail through so easily.  

I was a bitter man. I undermined my country, and questioned the leadership. Why the big disparities between the rich and the poor?  It was equally worrying too, that I was approaching my forties, and by my customs, marriage was definitely a must. The entire village had been undermining me since…”I was late by several years.”  The pressure was unbearable – and so I was forced to do the honorable – to marry without a source of income, and like many graduates, I was living below the poverty line.  This journey on short-term beach relationship took me about six years. Then I become wiser and changed tactics.

I graduated from the lower paying younger women to the richer older women who had a more generous package to offer.  But deep within, I was an extremely sad man. I blamed my country and leaders for killing their professionals indirectly.  And I compared my situation to that Koinange Street , where young graduate ladies provide sexual services for a living, even to high-ranking government officials.  Not that they were immoral as many people believe, but it was the desperation that comes alive with unemployment.  Sadly, many posts remain occupied by those who have outlived their working years. And worse still, when opportunities arise, their incompetent sons and daughters are sneaked in.  And that demeaned the gains my country had made in its education sector. Surely it was a very sad story for me. A graduate like me finds himself in such unproductive employment.  (But deep within, I was an extremely sad man. I blamed my country and leaders for killing their professionals indirectly.)  

My happiest moment was the day a beautiful, chocolate complexioned woman sought my services.  After a brief moment of acquaintance and the usual beach business, we got into deep conversation that revealed my education status. To my astonishment, I discovered she was a manager at a leading bank within the coastal region.  Filled with compassion, she offered a very handsome pack – Sh 30,000, money I would have otherwise made in about 4 days, and that from selected aged tourists!  

And like my counterparts, I was not immoral, as society would otherwise deem. I was simply earning a living.  Back home, I remained numb about my money minting schemes even though it was obvious that life had changed drastically overnight. Fortunately, my mood swings worked for me. They did not accord my sweet wife the chance to question.  Only chance had brought meaning back to life. 

Our feigned love with this manager blossomed. And one day, she took my papers with her ‘to see what she would do about my circumstances.’  A few days later, to my disbelief, she announced the unimaginable:  “I have recruited you as a deputy manager in my firm. Is it clear?” and on top of that, the company was going to pay some of my expenses including rent, and transport.  But even with this rare chance, I was disappointed about the kind of life-educated people live. 

 I undermined, my country. Sincerely, inefficient unproductive old folks still cling on top jobs younger graduates would perform better.  And sadder too, it is unfortunate that young professionals continue to be abused physically and psychologically in order to get employed.

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