On this faithful day, while sleeping, I had this dream that I was chilling in Dubai. Only to be suddenly woken up by a call from a friend of mine whom I met back in my days in Covenant University. He said there was this job opening and that the man in question was looking for a Nanny. He asked if I was interested because the pay was three million naira per month. Immediately he asked me, without even thinking twice, I shouted that I was interested. Who wouldn’t be? Three million naira every month just to carry a baby? He then advised me to quickly edit my CV and send it to a particular Gmail address. According to him, the man would like to see me physically on Monday. Out of curiosity, I had to ask him again, because I was really surprised. I told him that I had never in my life heard of anyone paying a Nanny that amount of money in Nigeria. His reply was simple, “Maybe the child is a problem child.” I agreed with him instantly, thinking maybe the baby cries too much, or doesn’t sleep at night, or maybe needs special care. Immediately, I went to edit my CV and I parked it with lies. The only Nanny job I had ever done in my life was looking after my younger sister and cousins, but in that CV, I boldly wrote that I had five years work experience as a Nanny. By the time I finished, the CV looked so professional, that even me I almost believed my own lies. As soon as I sent the CV to the email address, I just had this feeling that I can’t even put into writing. You know that deep feeling when you are convinced that a job has your name on it? I kept telling myself that it couldn’t be a coincidence that the same day I was dreaming about chilling in Dubai, my friend would call me with an opportunity that sounded like my visa out of poverty. Because of this, I became extra cautious. Since it was a Friday, I refused to leave my house all through the weekend. I didn’t want my village people to suddenly remember me and spoil my opportunity. Monday finally came, and I went to meet the man. From what my friend told me, he was not a Nigerian, just someone who visits once in a while, as his main business was abroad. When I saw him, he looked like a wealthy expatriate indeed. He started explaining the job. He told me he just wanted someone to look after his baby, bathe his baby, and feed his baby. He then added that he had no idea where the baby’s mother was. My heart melted a little. I started feeling pity for him and wondering what kind of woman would abandon her baby and just run away like that. Then he mentioned how his previous Nanny left after just one month, claiming that the job was “hazardous.” In my mind, I told myself the Nanny was probably unserious and lazy. After all, in this life, another person’s own sometimes has to spoil before you can gain. That’s the Nigerian mentality we all know. He then asked me directly if I was sure I wouldn’t run away like the previous Nanny and if he should still continue interviewing others. With confidence, I smiled and told him that youths of nowadays don’t know their purpose in life, but as for me, right from birth, I knew my calling. My one true destiny in life was to look after babies. I didn’t stop there. I told him how babies naturally love me, to the point that a former client once gave me the nickname “BLM.” Out of curiosity, he asked me what BLM stood for, and I told him proudly, “Babies Love Morenike.” I explained that whenever I am leaving, babies cry because they don’t want me to go. That I understand all kinds of babies, the quiet ones, the noisy ones, the stubborn ones, and the playful ones. He was clearly impressed and told me his baby should have finished napping by now, so he would bring him out so we could meet. I sat up straight, ready to hold this bundle of joy and start bonding immediately. But to my greatest shock, this man came out carrying a baby Lion. A cub! Immediately I saw it, I screamed and jumped to my feet. He was busy calming me down, telling me how Simba does not bite and that I should not be afraid. In my head I said, “Simba ko, Mufasa ni!” He even added that his cub was a vegetarian. Please, in all your life, have you ever heard of a Lion that doesn’t eat meat? He kept insisting I should come closer, but by then I was already calculating my exit plan. Long story short, the way I ran out of that house and never looked back ehn! Till today, my legs are still paining me from the speed. The reason I’m sharing this is simple. If you ever get a job offer that sounds too good to be true, please shine your eyes. There is a 100 percent probability that there are hidden details you are not aware of. Don’t let greed or excitement blind you. In the pursuit of your daily bread, don’t go and end up in a Lion’s den. Thank you.