Hello. My name is Ife and I’m an enthusiastic accountant; like, numbers literally give me an unexplainable joy. I’m about to share a little story with you about one time God came through for me. I hope you are blessed and you learn a thing or two.
At the end of May 2017, I lost my job. I had never been that shocked in my entire adult life; I was too numb to process anything. I went to my space, took my personal stuff and walked out without a word. In a few minutes, my colleagues were downstairs; everyone had a thing or two to say about how unfair they thought it was, how I shouldn’t be so sad, how it wasn’t the end of the world and all.
As I left that day, I had a strong conviction that I was going to be home for a month. It seemed plausible; probably because my interpretation was “a month of rest…then the wait would begin.” Little did I know. I just sat there staring, I couldn’t get more than a few words out at a time but somehow, I kept saying “it’s okay”.
Technically, my career was over! Or so I thought. I mean, who would want to hire someone who was fired from a trainee position? When I could finally get a full sentence out, I called Papa (my uncle) to inform him. I texted my boyfriend and then called my dear friend. I called my Mum on the way home.
*Point: I accepted the reality. I couldn’t afford to live in denial of what had just happened.
I’ve practically been a Christian all my life so knowing I should trust God was more or less default; that didn’t exactly make it easy though. When I got home, I told one of my sisters and she said “do they realize they worked you like a slave?” (she had only been back home for about twelve days at the time). My boyfriend came over and we took a walk to the neighborhood store to get cookies and Ribena (happy food). He was pretty worried because I still wasn’t saying much…more like I still wasn’t processing. Then I talked to Papa about everything (a micro version).
*Point: Let people who genuinely want to be there for you be. Don’t push people away.
The next few days passed in a blur…with people calling and colleagues texting to be sure I was okay. I just slept and ate and read a novel for the most part. I was still running on auto-pilot at this time. I knew everything was going to be okay…eventually.
A few people asked what I would do next…I honestly didn’t have the slightest clue.
The following week, one beautiful Monday morning, the realization hit me. I was actually unemployed. The tears came then…all at once. According to my boyfriend, it was time to let go of all the things I had in my head, and let God. In that moment, I surrendered everything.
*Point: “…by strength shall no man prevail.” Also, let the people God has placed in your life help you.
Then I started applying. I had weekly targets. I told some of my friends in my field that I was looking for another job. Days passed. No replies. No interviews. And somehow, I slowed down. I don’t know why, but I did. One night, at about 11pm, a friend called to tell me her office was recruiting and I should send her my resume. Someone from the Company called about a week later to inform me that the interview was the following day at 5pm. I went. They called me about a week later to come for my offer letter, and to resume the following week.
And that was it.
The day I was asked to leave from my old job to the day I accepted the offer at the new job was exactly a month. And it wasn’t just another job; it was by far, a better one. That could only have been God.
Love,
Ife.
Wild Wai 
This is sooooo amazing. Thank you for sharing your inspiring story with us, my amiable course rep that year
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