𝕄𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕓 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕.

Holla readers and fellow prestigious hive bloggers, it is another edition of weekly featured content titled "DREAM JOB" in hive learners community

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Life is full of wonders and series of wishes, desires we all wish to accomplish at some point. being a kid, things such as dreams tends to be unlimited, we know very little about things that transgress on earth, with our wild desires we come up with different admirations full of beautiful moments and wonderful endings. similar to the thought of fantasy Island but as a kid we care not because that all we could hope for.

it all becomes clearer as we grew older and aware about the ways of the world, gradually as time flows by little by little we outgrew our past dreams and replace them with another, maybe not everyone outgrew their fantasies some get stuck dreaming about a dream that might never become reality.

in my own case, it was as if I was born with knowledge, not knowledge of the world in general but knowledge of my surroundings. the situation surrounding my birth was unusual, so I knew the world wasn't a friendly place. I grew up in a weird community where lives holds no value, well eventually we moved out of there but I was not spared from the experience.

Corruption as been dwelling in the society for as long as I could remember, in a community were law and the enforcer were instrument of the rich, they were no principles, power and authority belongs to those who weld it. growing up in such an harsh environment, the only thing I could think of was how to make the world a better place or how to get out of there as soon as possible.

Firstly, for years I thought of having superpowers, to rain wrath over the hoodlums and corrupt elite who has transformed the peaceful community to an harbour of tyranny. I dreamed about it for so long that it nearly felt like it was becoming reality, I remember trying different times to get bitten by a spider😅, maybe being a spiderman wouldn't be so bad but such fantasies has a way of fading away as time passes by. As my wishes of superpowers never came true I was hopeless, seeing how my community grew worse every day, I started hoping for other ways to put an ending to the injustice.

Eventually gradual I noticed, in this so called community there was absolute spiral of silence, the voice of the masses has no worth while the atrocities committed by the elite was never known of, no one had the courage to speak up or expose their illicit crimes, knowing about this, song of hope came to my mind, becoming the whistle blower but has at then I knew nothing about the name of such a profession for I had little knowledge.

lucky for me, I heard of a movie that became a trend in the boarding school I attended, the name of the movie was bridal mask, a Korean movie about a man with a mask with a sole purpose of fighting injustice and exposing hidden crimes, it sounds familiar to what I dream to achieve but it felt like being a bandit, which seem contrary to what I wanted. I wanted to do everything by the law.

By the time I was in SS1, I was aware of the name of the profession, A journalist, the whistle blower, the almighty warrior that fights battles with pen😅, though my mum had something else in mind for me but to cut the long story short, I ended up studying mass communication, I chose broadcast as my area of concentration. As soon as I finished my national diploma, it was compulsory that we all go for A year industrial training, as a mass communication student, A media organisation was the most befitting place to carry out my training, which was Lagos traffic radio

Though I have moved out of the community but my passion was till intact, I worked as hard as I could to climb up the ladder in terms authority in the hierarchical structure of a media organisation. from an ordinary editor in the news room, I became a sub-editor, an assistant to the senior editor in the news room, at last the dream is finally closer than I imagined but little did I know that corruption is a virus and media organisation is not immune to it

To cut the long story short, the first time I witnessed injustice and decided to report it the way I saw it, I was suspended. I wrote a post about it, you can click the link to read more about the incident. I guess the moment I figured out I can barely make an impact if I keep working in a media organisation, I just gave up on being a journalist, I chose other path such as public relations and advertising. Iife has a way of determining our fate.

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