The Routine

Shoes half worn with untied laces, bag strapped to one arm, my other hand struggling to find the arm hole of my jacket sleeve and my free hand furiously pressing the pedestrian call button and wishing the lights change from green to red. My house was just after a traffic light on a major road in Merrylands and to catch the 907 bus to Parramatta every morning, I had to cross to the other side of the road. This meant sometimes I caught the bus just before it takes off and other times, the bus leaves while I’m stuck at a red light.

Borderline-Homeless

I had no job and I was about to be homeless because I couldn’t afford to pay my rent any more. Nothing was going according to plan and I was now in full panic mode. My landlady had said she had some family members coming over and we had to vacate the house. The problem was to move into a new house would cost so much more than living in the same place paying rent weekly.

Job Hunting and Desperate Times-II

The man who was to talk to us about the job was a local and he looked to be in his mid forties. He seemed older than his age and had a tired, worn look on his face. He sat and asked if we wanted coffee the and I ordered a one – flat-white with no sugar. While waiting for the coffee, he gave us a bit of background information to the job.

Luxuries of Renting

Maryanne, the owner of the house, gave me a tour round the property; she showed me the room I would be renting and it was a decent size with a walk-in closet that was already serving as a mini storage. During the tour around the house, I noticed the house seemed unkept. The backyard was overgrown, shelves were collecting dust, the swimming pool was dirty and the kitchen seemed cramped with too many appliances.

New Surroundings, New Friendships.

He was a bit more excited to have met a Nigerian than I felt being Nigerian at the time. I later learnt that he had previously studied in Canada where he met a Nigerian girl who became his house mate and helped him improve his English language speaking skills. The downside to this was he felt he knew all there was about Nigeria from meeting just one of us and he proceeded to share his knowledge with the group.

First Impressions and Culture Shock

I walked around a lot during my first week in Sydney and this meant I got to see and observe different places and people. What struck me as odd was the number of homeless people I saw on the streets especially at night. This was a stark contrast to the vision of picturesque and glamour I had in mind. My Nigerian mind could not…