The motorcylist stopped only a mile after he had carried a passenger from the Isiagu market. It was getting a bit late that evening and Nwoha didn’t want to miss the popular match between the two reputed football teams. He quickly alighted from the motorcycle and paid off the cyclist. His house was only a stone’s throw from the bus stop and so he started to ponder what to do first when he arrives his house. Two thoughts came to his mind: whether to on the generator and cool his refrigerator first or to go ahead with the match that had barely started. His apartment has electricity but it was as good as the light from a touch with an over-used old battery. It was just like the type one could only see in some famous parts of West Africa. On a second thought, he decided to go for the first. As he entered his house, someone knocked on the door. It was as though the person was just waiting for him to arrive…
It was Akaoha, his monthly visitor who usually brought him his salary, after other workers have been paid. Nwoha had been a civil servant for two years now although he barely knows the office. He had gone there once to see his uncle on appointment. He is a bachelor in his early twenties who does nothing for a living but to supply building materials at the Isiagu market. One could then wonder how he got so rich to rent a flat apartment with almost all the essential properties in a “Nigerian home”. He was even preparing to marry! Nwoha is not the hardworking type, he rarely does anything else outside his supply business. Yet receives salary after each month. In fact, as at the last six months, he had received not less than N40,000 per month.
When he opened the door and saw Akaoha, he put up the usual smile, as when someone consciously wants to take what he knows does not belong to him. That evening it was not business as usual because Akaoha came in with a gloomy countenance. That day, it was like “he woke up from the left side of the bed” and one could easily tell it from the way his day has been going. He had returned from the market with only N500 unlike other market days when he normally comes home with nothing less than N2000.
It was Nwoha’s uncle, Ezeoha, who secured the job for him with a forged certificate. He could maneuver his way as a top official and ensure that his nephew receives his salary monthly even without coming to work.
Unfortunately, luck was against him this time because the old head of department, who was Ezeoha’s close ally, was transferred. Anyaoha, the new Head of Department that came is the likes of Daniel, who was without fault and honest. In a bid to ensure same in his department, he quickly conducted a fresh workers’ screening exercise which let the cat out of the bag. He made plans with some security agents who would nab anyone that was found culpable. It was a sunny afternoon that Monday when the screening exercise took place and, the heavens was let loose that day as so many persons were exposed and found wanting in one area or the other. Indeed, as the Igbo’s would say: except the wind blows, we will not see the fowl’s rump! After the exercise, Anyaoha ordered that everyone involved in the scam should be arrested. Everywhere was set on array because it affected so many workers and most of the top officials were brought to light.
Akaoha told him that his uncle was exposed after the screening exercise and had been arrested by the police, and that he (Nwoha) was the next suspect. Before he could finish the story, Nwoha was already trembling like a tree about to be uprooted by a mighty ferocious wind, and with fright, he let his whole bowels out and defecated on his clothes. To him, the only available option was for the earth to open and swallow him…
Ah! Is he actually the only suspect? Most students are suspects too! Nwoha’s story is similar to that of the average Nigerian student who receives his salary ( pocket money, up-keep money, allowances and other monies gotten by virtue of being a student) without caring to do his job. The true definitive principle of the student is studying. The student is not just one who attends a class or lecture, because some students (online students) don’t! There is only one thing every student shares in common: STUDYING.
Yes, according to Chizi Daniels in his book: UNLEASHING THE GENIUS INSIDE, the student has an occupation and his job is to study. Studentship is an occupation, it is what one does in order to earn a living. When students fail to study, they stop “becoming” students. The only ground on which you receive the students’ salary is that you’re a student. And what makes you a student is that you study. The student is simply one who studies! So when you receive the salary without doing your job (studying), you become like Nwoha. You become a ghost worker!
Unfortunately, we have parents who are of the likes of Ezeoha, who will pay students their salaries without caring to know whether they’re coming to work and doing their job.
This is a clarion call for all to awake and become serious workers because very soon, there’s going to be an acid test and the ghost workers and their sponsors will be exposed and put to shame.
Remember, life’s not a bed of roses! What you sow is what you reap. Very soon, there will be a new “head of department” who’s going to conduct a fresh workers’ screening test. What will be your fate then? Remember, the best way to predict the future is to create it. Decide it now before i becomes too late!

Yours truly motivational,
The Academic Coach.


About Chizi Daniels

Best known for UNLEASHING geniuses, Chizi is fast becoming a wonder in the academic world. He is a coach and an academic consultant, reputed for his exploits in the intellectual world. He enjoys reading and writing, and over and above all, SPEAKING! Having raised and mentored excellent and outstanding students, his works now speak explicitly for him... To read his full profile, click on the PROFILE page in the 'menu' at the top.
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