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πŸŒƒ “We’ll Call You Later”: The Interview That Changed Her Life Forever

πŸŒƒ Why This Story Matters to Every Woman

Job interviews are supposed to be the start of something new. For Amaka, it became the beginning of a nightmare.

One morning she received a call: “You have been selected, please come for your interview.”

She had to travel miles from her hometown to Lagos for this opportunity, clutching her last few naira and a folder of credentials. This job—a marketing position at a firm she’d dreamed of—was her chance at a fresh start. She wore her best blouse, rehearsed her answers, and smiled through the nerves.

But after hours of waiting and a brief, impersonal chat with the hiring manager, she heard the dreaded words:

“We’ll call you later.”

No transport fare. No food. No place to stay. Amaka was stranded in a city that didn’t care.

As night fell, she asked a truck driver for help. One agreed to take her halfway, but left her by the roadside. Later, she met a tipper driver near a construction site who offered money and a place to sleep—but with a condition:

“I’ll give you money and a place to sleep… but only if you sleep with me.”

Her heart sank. Exhausted, hungry, and scared, Amaka refused. Her dignity was not for sale. The driver scoffed, started his engine, and drove off—leaving her alone in the dark.

While walking, she heard voices behind her: “Who are you? Stop there. Your money or your life.” She cried out that she had nothing. They found no money, so they beat her. She fainted, and they vanished into the night.

When she woke up in the hospital, one of her eyes was gone.

Amaka shares her story not for pity, but to warn and inspire. She speaks to young women about the dangers of desperation, the importance of safety, and the strength to survive.

“I made a choice that night. I chose dignity. I lost an eye, but I didn’t lose myself.”
“How I wish I knew… when the tipper driver asked me to sleep with him, I would have said no problem. Now my one eye is gone.”

πŸ’¬ Why This Story Matters

This isn’t just Amaka’s story—it’s the story of countless women who face impossible choices in moments of vulnerability. It’s a call for safer cities, better support systems, and more compassion.

In a moment of life and death, dignity doesn’t seem to matter, but life matters a lot. Now, she fears many men won’t want to date or marry her because she has one eye.

That was the decision that changed her life forever.

Have you ever faced a moment like Amaka’s? Share your story. Speak up. Let’s build a world where no one has to choose between survival and dignity.


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