No job, MrPastor and MyGuy

Lately I find myself waking up really early, it's no big deal right but I have nothing to do, still haven't found a job and honestly, I am fed up. I am fed up of looking for a job. I am fed up with being too qualified or less qualified. I am fed up with people calling me even after I have clearly stated on my resume (CV) and cover letter that I have no prior experience for the position I have applied for but yet these fools, still call to ask questions then at the end of the conversation they tell me, they are sorry but they are looking for a graduate with atleast 3yrs work experience. 3YRS WORK EXPERIENCE? Come on, how is that possible? So basically while studying, they wanted me to be working in an engineering firm too?? Fools! fools!!

Thanks to my parents for the belief they have implanted in me, I now think me having no job is now a spritual thing. I know it's farfetched, but na my parents oh. Growing up back home in Nigeria, my parents were very quick to broaden our horizons with the evil men do, witchcraft et al. They always made it seem like for every bad thing that occurs in one's life, it was down to another bad person's doing. Classic Yoruba parents. So basically, I grew up avoiding relatives/people touching my head, not eating food in some people/realtives' homes, not telling some people certain family things, not telling people when I am travelling etc, you get the gist.

Now, I am beginning to think, me having no job is down to spritual doings all because while I was in Nigeria last year, my Mumma asked me to go see a certain Redeem MrPastor ( my aunt's Pastor). While I was in the MrPastor's office, He started filling my head with all sorts, about people not wanting me to succeed in life, people trying to make life difficult for me, blah, blah, blah. After about what seems like forever into the conversation, He asked me to kneel infront of him, so he can pray for me. I did, He prayed, prayer finished now, na so MrPastor decided to give me a big hug (thinking, is this normal?), the next thing I know, MrPastor was trying to force his skinny, black, disgusting looking tongue down my throat (He has my head on lockdown). Reflex took over, I fought with all my strenght while laughing (it was too funny), MrPastor did not agree, he was grabbing my butt, my arms and even aimed for my big boobs. Eventually, I found strenght from nowhere and pushed him away and I ran, I ran so far and fast, though my house was just next door oh. Imagine man of God, it's bad enough I have alot of questions when it comes to me going to church, then I meet MrPastor. How am I meant to take everything He said seriously? Though some of the things He said did hit home? Should I just scrap his words?

Anyway, MrPastor did say one thing, that for some reason it has refused to leave my mind. He mentioned that I have already met my husband but there are people who are trying to make it difficult for me. Now, this is a feeling I have had even before I saw MrPastor, (ok maybe not my husband). I feel I have met the person I can spend the rest of my life with and MyGuy feels the same, but there are some obstacles, in the shape of his new girlfriend, his bruised ego (courtesy of my tough cookie heart) . It's a long story which I will go into another day, cos I have to go do me Sikirat skills, seeing that it's my older sister's birthday and my Mumma wants me to cook my famous yam & plantain pottage for the house. But yes, thoughts of MyGuy is main reason I wake up early now.