A CV, a Crush, and an Unexpected Ending

Last week, I was scrolling on Twitter at 1 a.m., the usual “insomnia and vibes” hour, when I saw a tweet that said, “If you’re job hunting, apply to anything that scares you. You never know.”

I laughed. Na so. Me that just got ghosted by a social media internship I did free for 3 months?

Anyway, I clicked the attached link, just to form “I tried.” It led to a job ad for a Communications Associate at a big tech firm in Lekki. Salary was six figures.

Requirements were mad: 3–5 years experience, MBA preferred, portfolio of 50 campaigns, ability to speak Chinese—okay, not Chinese, but you get the gist. I closed the tab. Impostor syndrome said, “You dey craze? Apply wetin?”

But something kept whispering, “Try.” So I updated my CV, lied a little (don’t judge me), added buzzwords like “cross-functional synergy” and “dynamic digital solutions,” and clicked apply. Then I forgot about it and went back to bingeing anime.

Two days later, I got an email: “We’ve reviewed your application and would love to schedule a virtual interview.” I legit thought it was a phishing scam. I checked the sender twice, Googled the recruiter’s name, even messaged one guy on LinkedIn to be sure it was real. It was.

On interview day, NEPA decided to off the light. Generator refused to start. My inverter was blinking like someone on life support.

I ran to a neighbour’s house, begging for a small WiFi and socket space like a tech refugee. I logged into the Zoom meeting sweaty, breathless, with my tie looking like it survived a bar fight. I apologized. The panel laughed.

They asked the usual: “Why do you want this role?” “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Blah blah. Then the twist came.

One of the interviewers, a woman in glasses, paused and said, “Wait… Are you the same Godwin that wrote that viral Medium article last year—‘Broke, Jobless, and Still Soft?’”

I blinked. “Yes?”

She smiled. “That article made me cry. I read it during a really rough time. I even shared it with our CEO. That’s why I shortlisted you.”

I wanted to scream.

Apparently, they had already picked three final candidates. But she insisted they interview me too—just in case.

Me, who only applied as vibes.

One week later, I got the offer letter.

I sat on the floor of my room and cried. Not small cute tears—ugly, snotty, full-body sobs. From depression tweets and unpaid internships to a six-figure job with health insurance and a free MacBook. Life did me dirty, then hugged me like, “Sorry, I was just joking.”

So yeah. If you’re reading this while job hunting, heartbroken from rejections, or tired of customizing CVs like wedding invites, this is your sign.

Apply. Even when it feels pointless.

Sometimes, the job is already yours. You just don’t know yet.