OGA BOSS 2
I received the letter from him still outweighed with shock and I was yet to receive any clue from above as to what next I was to say. I swear I didn’t see that coming, and worse still when I had not gotten any query since I started work at Banjo’s Conglomerate.
“Drop whatever you are doing and leave the office premises immediately” he then dropped the last bomb, and immediately turned to look into the file he held all this while.
I stood there for some more two minutes, still hoping he would burst out laughing and start confessing and teasing of how much of a joke he had cracked. But no, he did not even look up to me, he simply said without taking his head off the file “if I see your face one more time in this office, I would not be held responsible for the consequences”
And so I let go of the door frame on which I had placed my hands all this time, and walked with my head bowed low to my tiny desk. Took out my bag from my last drawer, stocked with every little thing I owned on my desk, and started for the door that stood in between my job and a world without it. As I walked, I tried not to look at anyone, I knew for sure they would want to offer a sorry and pitiful face to me, and that was big enough to make me cry. So I just manned up and walked out of a job I had held for three years.
As I walked home everything seemed slow, and it seemed everyone was laughing at me. My world was sure crumbling down like Jack and Jill falling from the mountain. My thoughts quickly raced to Baba Alaye my landlord whom I owed rent; I had been due two months back, and he had given this week as my last to pay up. Then I remembered my sister Tessy’s school fees were still owed. I remembered we still owed the hospital that treated mama when she had stroke, I had thought ten thousand out of my salary would be used to clear the bills. All these ran across my mind in split seconds, and these thoughts made me consider suicide as I walked home. I even started to weigh which suicide process would be less painful and yet cheap. I was like a dead man walking.
In my vague state, I remembered the one person that was never going to deny me of happiness, Yemi, my fiancée. So I picked up my phone to call Yemi, she was the only one around I knew I could talk to and ease my pain. Yemi was more than the woman I call my girlfriend; she was the full description of a sister from another mother. She was the catalyst to my getting a job at the Banjo’s, and I owe most of my fat and healthy nature to her.
“Drop whatever you are doing and leave the office premises immediately” he then dropped the last bomb, and immediately turned to look into the file he held all this while.
I stood there for some more two minutes, still hoping he would burst out laughing and start confessing and teasing of how much of a joke he had cracked. But no, he did not even look up to me, he simply said without taking his head off the file “if I see your face one more time in this office, I would not be held responsible for the consequences”
And so I let go of the door frame on which I had placed my hands all this time, and walked with my head bowed low to my tiny desk. Took out my bag from my last drawer, stocked with every little thing I owned on my desk, and started for the door that stood in between my job and a world without it. As I walked, I tried not to look at anyone, I knew for sure they would want to offer a sorry and pitiful face to me, and that was big enough to make me cry. So I just manned up and walked out of a job I had held for three years.
As I walked home everything seemed slow, and it seemed everyone was laughing at me. My world was sure crumbling down like Jack and Jill falling from the mountain. My thoughts quickly raced to Baba Alaye my landlord whom I owed rent; I had been due two months back, and he had given this week as my last to pay up. Then I remembered my sister Tessy’s school fees were still owed. I remembered we still owed the hospital that treated mama when she had stroke, I had thought ten thousand out of my salary would be used to clear the bills. All these ran across my mind in split seconds, and these thoughts made me consider suicide as I walked home. I even started to weigh which suicide process would be less painful and yet cheap. I was like a dead man walking.
In my vague state, I remembered the one person that was never going to deny me of happiness, Yemi, my fiancée. So I picked up my phone to call Yemi, she was the only one around I knew I could talk to and ease my pain. Yemi was more than the woman I call my girlfriend; she was the full description of a sister from another mother. She was the catalyst to my getting a job at the Banjo’s, and I owe most of my fat and healthy nature to her.
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