Good. Am glad u know it's slavery.

Braggante:
The office is in Lekki, the ninth floor of a fifteen storey building, and that's where the administrative works for the enterprise is done. We are a real estate development company we build and sell and sometimes lease out luxury apartments. The income is tidy, for the owner of the company. He is the reason I’m writing this.
He is a rich guy, extremely arrogant and does not care about his staff. When I say extremely arrogant, I mean he is rude with it. So here’s a typical scenario, which has become somewhat normal to Staff. You are enjoying your day so far; just around mid-afternoon, when you hear your name bellowed in the passageway by the voice you now know to dread. "Tunde! Where is Tunde".
You adjust your tie and step out as quickly as you can, knowing that delay will result in abuses. You step out, and as he sees you, then he shuts his door behind him. You hurry along, while your co-workers pop their heads out of their door to see the look of a dead-man-walking.
His office is ice cold, and you wonder why your ac in your office makes a lot of noise for nothing. Here you won’t hear the ac complain, you just feel it. Like I feel it now, in the ostentatiously decorated office. I stand a few feet from the door, still afar from his large desk. To the right stands a huge portrait of himself, gazing down on you, and even though you are not looking at it, you can feel his stare. He is on the phone now, talking loudly to an old friend. He laughs and says his goodbye. Dropping the phone on his empty desk, his face changes immediately he sees you.
‘Are you daft?’ he says. That’s not a question, and so you needn’t answer. Answering might be disrespectful.
‘I’m sorry sir?’ you say, your hands still held behind your back, as you start to sweat.
‘Are you deaf?’
‘No sir’, you reply promptly, not knowing if it was a question or not.
‘Did you not see me on the phone? Are you so stupid that you don’t know that you should wait outside till I call you in?’
To that you keep silent. He looks at you as if his stares will rip you into shreds.
‘Are you not the one I’m talking to?’ he barks.
Now let’s take a pause here. You remember when you were doing your interview? When he sat in the middle, and didn’t say a word and you felt you had impressed him? You remember how he nodded every now and then, and you knew he was the boss with his bow-tie and expensive wristwatch, you recollect? That was a month ago. You had thought you’d do all you can and he will be impressed with your work. Well, doesn’t he look different now? Don’t you just regret sending your CV here in the first place? Okay, let’s get back.
So he’s still staring at you, his stare colder than the blistering ac. ‘.

lo que la basura es esto? Por lo que permitiría a sí mismo ser tratado como un perro ? realmente estás loco e ignorante

What an excellent write up


I read every word... May God help us all..

Spectrum Books Limited Ibadan is a typical example of this. Been there and saw how inhumane people can be.

Na wa o! Is is true or are you trying out your skill on a new novel.

Na wa o! Is is true or are you trying out your skill on a new novel.

Na wa o! Is is true or are you trying out your skill on a new novel.

Braggante:
The office is in Lekki, the ninth floor of a fifteen storey building, and that's where the administrative works for the enterprise is done. We are a real estate development company we build and sell and sometimes lease out luxury apartments. The income is tidy, for the owner of the company. He is the reason I’m writing this.
He is a rich guy, extremely arrogant and does not care about his staff. When I say extremely arrogant, I mean he is rude with it. So here’s a typical scenario, which has become somewhat normal to Staff. You are enjoying your day so far; just around mid-afternoon, when you hear your name bellowed in the passageway by the voice you now know to dread. "Tunde! Where is Tunde".
You adjust your tie and step out as quickly as you can, knowing that delay will result in abuses. You step out, and as he sees you, then he shuts his door behind him. You hurry along, while your co-workers pop their heads out of their door to see the look of a dead-man-walking.
His office is ice cold, and you wonder why your ac in your office makes a lot of noise for nothing. Here you won’t hear the ac complain, you just feel it. Like I feel it now, in the ostentatiously decorated office. I stand a few feet from the door, still afar from his large desk. To the right stands a huge portrait of himself, gazing down on you, and even though you are not looking at it, you can feel his stare. He is on the phone now, talking loudly to an old friend. He laughs and says his goodbye. Dropping the phone on his empty desk, his face changes immediately he sees you.
‘Are you daft?’ he says. That’s not a question, and so you needn’t answer. Answering might be disrespectful.
‘I’m sorry sir?’ you say, your hands still held behind your back, as you start to sweat.
‘Are you deaf?’
‘No sir’, you reply promptly, not knowing if it was a question or not.
‘Did you not see me on the phone? Are you so stupid that you don’t know that you should wait outside till I call you in?’
To that you keep silent. He looks at you as if his stares will rip you into shreds.
‘Are you not the one I’m talking to?’ he barks.
Now let’s take a pause here. You remember when you were doing your interview? When he sat in the middle, and didn’t say a word and you felt you had impressed him? You remember how he nodded every now and then, and you knew he was the boss with his bow-tie and expensive wristwatch, you recollect? That was a month ago. You had thought you’d do all you can and he will be impressed with your work. Well, doesn’t he look different now? Don’t you just regret sending your CV here in the first place? Okay, let’s get back.
So he’s still staring at you, his stare colder than the blistering ac. ‘I’m sorry sir,’ you say.
‘Shut up!’ he says with the top of his nose. ‘What document did you request for? The MD said he has given you a copy already, so what else is it you are asking for?’
‘We need it to send it to the bank for the-‘, you are saying.
‘Are you deaf?’ he cuts in. ‘I said he has given you. Are you stupid?!’
Now pause. At this point, you are close to breaking in tears. Not because this here man is shouting at you, or that even though you are talking in a low respectful tone, he speaks so that the whole building can hear how stupid you are, no that’s not why you want to break down. And it’s not because all of a sudden your tie is choking the life out of you, or that you haven’t had the opportunity to eat all day even though you have black coffee splashing around in your stomach and you can bet it runs through your veins. It’s because you haven’t been paid for last month and it’s the 20th already. No, it’s not about the money. It’ about honour, dignity; it’s about getting a fair compensation for your hard work. No scratch all that, it is about the forking money. Else there’s no difference between us and the slaves on plantations.
‘I don’t have it sir,’ I say.
Then he stares at me for eternity. I swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes. My legs are weak now.
‘Okay you can go’ he says, as if he’s had just enough of me and I was fouling the air. 'I said get out. Get out.' He waves his hand as if to wave off a pesky fly.
A wise man once said there is the permissible fifteen minutes of madness in every man’s day. The wise man? Me. So I’ve carved fifteen minutes out of every day to do something stupid; something I want to regret much later.
‘Are you done?’ say I.
‘What?’ he replies, befuddlement on his face.
‘I was just asking if you are done, you rat face.’
He was silent. His jaw drops, lips partly open.
‘Do you know just how bland you sound? Are you really this irritating, or you pretend to be? Do you sometimes stop to listen to the crap that actually comes out of your mouth? Do you-‘
‘Are you mad? Get out of my office!’ he yells. ‘Get out of my building! You are-‘
‘Fork you, I quit, you forking arrogant selfish bastard!
He stands up and walks towards me with determination. As soon as he gets close enough, I swing out a punch, meets him right on the jaw. I hear it click. He yells and falls to the floor, writhing. 'why?' he asks.
'Give me my salary first, you forker!'
Then I drag him to the metal safe under his table, and order him to open it.’

‘Yes sir,’ I say with a bow, and walk out.
That could have been my fifteen minutes, to talk back at The Man, to live, to be free, to start my own path as an entrepreneur...but I am in Nigeria where The Man knows you have no choice but to remain on his plantation, and a thousand more are gunning for your post and as soon as you leave, CVs will start rolling in. There may be nothing for you out there, so this was not that fifteen minutes of madness; no, it is not yet time. Will the time ever come?
I get back to my table, relieve the grip of my tie, fold my cuffs and get back to my slave labour.

You are not a slave except you agree to be one!
Plan and get out ASAP for something respective.
No man should terrorize others.

I can very well relate with the OP. Bro, keep maintaining your cool. Dont ever allow that 15 minutes madness. It may Hunt you for life. All the same, be on the look out for another job. It could be suicidal working for a horrible boss.

BTW, I love your narration coupled with its good mastery of English!

Even under him you can start something small but, of the same business.

The best decision I ever took was to quit from my old job. Men i saw hell under that lady. Left the same day I quit. Anyways I had another offer before I left sha, but It was sweet quitting without been sacked. At a point I dreaded Monday's, the psychological trauma was much.
Some bosses too wicked abeg

DEEP!

This happens everywhere. Most of the bosses are not bosses at all but tyrants. We can't blame them all though. The economy controls the mood of most of them.

Mehn i know the feeling...

If you've boss like op described ,please run for your life before you become emotional depressed. Talking from personal experience

Entrepreneurship is good but that doesn't mean that you went experience similar character from some customers or suppliers too.

Endurance is a virtue but don't take it any longer when your personal honour and dignity is being trampled upon.

I pray you get a better job soon.

Ameen.

Na female bosses worse pass, i always go to my desk even as a grown up man to weep my eyes out. She sure knows how to dehumanize her staffs with her mouth,thats why it pays to work in an organization with board of directors and share holders not one man business called Company. Whether owned by Nigerians, Chinese, lebanese or Indians. I

Dey dint even use "bond" to tie u down & u say it's slavery?? Mtscheew go & work in a bank, u'll undastand d meanin of slavery. Sme bankers no even fit resign because dem don sign bond, resignin will mean payin 2M. I feel ur pain bruv tho, but I hav very Lil tolerance 4 shit, I 4 Bleep dt nigga up main mane. 1 man's coy, banks insurance firms are all slavery. U're no dft 4rm kunta kinte(@ least his children R americans)

Na female bosses worse pass, i always go to my desk even as a grown up man to weep my eyes out. She sure knows how to dehumanize her staffs with her mouth,thats why it pays to work in an organization with board of directors and share holders not one man business called Company. Whether owned by Nigerians, Chinese, lebanese or Indians.

Braggante:
The office is in Lekki, the ninth floor of a fifteen storey building, and that's where the administrative works for the enterprise is done. We are a real estate development company we build and sell and sometimes lease out luxury apartments. The income is tidy, for the owner of the company. He is the reason I’m writing this.
He is a rich guy, extremely arrogant and does not care about his staff. When I say extremely arrogant, I mean he is rude with it. So here’s a typical scenario, which has become somewhat normal to Staff. You are enjoying your day so far; just around mid-afternoon, when you hear your name bellowed in the passageway by the voice you now know to dread. "Tunde! Where is Tunde".
You adjust your tie and step out as quickly as you can, knowing that delay will result in abuses. You step out, and as he sees you, then he shuts his door behind him. You hurry along, while your co-workers pop their heads out of their door to see the look of a dead-man-walking.
His office is ice cold, and you wonder why your ac in your office makes a lot of noise for nothing. Here you won’t hear the ac complain, you just feel it. Like I feel it now, in the ostentatiously decorated office. I stand a few feet from the door, still afar from his large desk. To the right stands a huge portrait of himself, gazing down on you, and even though you are not looking at it, you can feel his stare. He is on the phone now, talking loudly to an old friend. He laughs and says his goodbye. Dropping the phone on his empty desk, his face changes immediately he sees you.
‘Are you daft?’ he says. That’s not a question, and so you needn’t answer. Answering might be disrespectful.
‘I’m sorry sir?’ you say, your hands still held behind your back, as you start to sweat.
‘Are you deaf?’
‘No sir’, you reply promptly, not knowing if it was a question or not.
‘Did you not see me on the phone? Are you so stupid that you don’t know that you should wait outside till I call you in?’
To that you keep silent. He looks at you as if his stares will rip you into shreds.
‘Are you not the one I’m talking to?’ he barks.
Now let’s take a pause here. You remember when you were doing your interview? When he sat in the middle, and didn’t say a word and you felt you had impressed him? You remember how he nodded every now and then, and you knew he was the boss with his bow-tie and expensive wristwatch, you recollect? That was a month ago. You had thought you’d do all you can and he will be impressed with your work. Well, doesn’t he look different now? Don’t you just regret sending your CV here in the first place? Okay, let’s get back.
So he’s still staring at you, his stare colder than the blistering ac. ‘I’m sorry sir,’ you say.
‘Shut up!’ he says with the top of his nose. ‘What document did you request for? The MD said he has given you a copy already, so what else is it you are asking for?’
‘We need it to send it to the bank for the-‘, you are saying.
‘Are you deaf?’ he cuts in. ‘I said he has given you. Are you stupid?!’
Now pause. At this point, you are close to breaking in tears. Not because this here man is shouting at you, or that even though you are talking in a low respectful tone, he speaks so that the whole building can hear how stupid you are, no that’s not why you want to break down. And it’s not because all of a sudden your tie is choking the life out of you, or that you haven’t had the opportunity to eat all day even though you have black coffee splashing around in your stomach and you can bet it runs through your veins. It’s because you haven’t been paid for last month and it’s the 20th already. No, it’s not about the money. It’ about honour, dignity; it’s about getting a fair compensation for your hard work. No scratch all that, it is about the forking money. Else there’s no difference between us and the slaves on plantations.
‘I don’t have it sir,’ I say.
Then he stares at me for eternity. I swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes. My legs are weak now.
‘Okay you can go’ he says, as if he’s had just enough of me and I was fouling the air. 'I said get out. Get out.' He waves his hand as if to wave off a pesky fly.
A wise man once said there is the permissible fifteen minutes of madness in every man’s day. The wise man? Me. So I’ve carved fifteen minutes out of every day to do something stupid; something I want to regret much later.
‘Are you done?’ say I.
‘What?’ he replies, befuddlement on his face.
‘I was just asking if you are done, you rat face.’
He was silent. His jaw drops, lips partly open.
‘Do you know just how bland you sound? Are you really this irritating, or you pretend to be? Do you sometimes stop to listen to the crap that actually comes out of your mouth? Do you-‘
‘Are you mad? Get out of my office!’ he yells. ‘Get out of my building! You are-‘
‘Fork you, I quit, you forking arrogant selfish bastard!
He stands up and walks towards me with determination. As soon as he gets close enough, I swing out a punch, meets him right on the jaw. I hear it click. He yells and falls to the floor, writhing. 'why?' he asks.
'Give me my salary first, you forker!'
Then I drag him to the metal safe under his table, and order him to open it.’

‘Yes sir,’ I say with a bow, and walk out.
That could have been my fifteen minutes, to talk back at The Man, to live, to be free, to start my own path as an entrepreneur...but I am in Nigeria where The Man knows you have no choice but to remain on his plantation, and a thousand more are gunning for your post and as soon as you leave, CVs will start rolling in. There may be nothing for you out there, so this was not that fifteen minutes of madness; no, it is not yet time. Will the time ever come?
I get back to my table, relieve the grip of my tie, fold my cuffs and get back to my slave labour.

Hmmmm my MD. Is even worse. Ave tried to endure him for a year. Now it's time to say gud bye. Atleast, I Ave something to fall back. I dnt mind to start from little. Afterall, it's my own.

I would employ you anytime any day with this wonderfully narrated piece.
Don't forget that some doors close for a bigger one to open.
God help everyone going through this right now.

Hmmmm nahhhh OP. I will quit that job and tell the forking boss he is stewpid!!!! Fork him and his silly money. If you investigate carefully this boss of yours could have gotten his money illegally so that is why the foolish pride and arrogant from him

I remembered when i was working with a logistics firm in Ikeja and my boss was a pain in the arse. He talks down on you and makes you loose your sellf worth and dignity that sometimes you dont believe in yourself again.

Our major client then was Nigeria Brewries so i was the face of my company there and i was close to most of the Ogas in their Hqtrs. One day my boss took out his nasty attitude on me in a meeting with some senior staff there in Nigeria breweries. The Ogas were suprised wih my boss attitude towards me there that the meetng had to be adjourned.


I just knew then that its time to take hold of myself or i will loose every little respect i have. Before we left there i called my boss by his first name *John* never you try that thing you just did to me inside there again. Im not your slave and i refuse to be one. When we get to the office fwd my last month and this month salary to my account or else ........
I left him there for home, i also told him to expect my resignation letter tomorrow on his desk.

The next day i got my salaries and a text of apology from my boss but i never went back to that company cos ive built up my client base when i was enduring his insults.


Our fears today is because we are scared of the Unknown but we should know that if that your arrogant and silly boss caan do it why cant you do it.

Remember you learnt some business ideas from him and you also have yours so you are fully loaded

hmmmm. I can't take that rubbish from anybody. The last guy I worked for still have fresh memory of what transpired between himself and my humble me. arrogancy cheap and I sold it out to him #5 only + some punches .

we all see this bullshiit in workplace ...my prayer point is God make me mop up some funds to start my own little firm ....this wage salary slavery got to stop.

once there is will there is a way and I am planing my exit strategy

bro don't complain till you hearvtgw bankers and insurers problem


it sucks to work for someone for long ....try and always try and float your own ...it helps in long run

sylve11:
hmmmm. I can't take that rubbish from anybody. The last guy I worked for still have fresh memory of what transpired between himself and my humble me. arrogancy cheap and I sold it out to him #5 only + some punches .

that's the spirit ...so what happened ..gist us

Ecoterrorist:
I remembered when i was working with a logistics firm in Ikeja and my boss was a pain in the arse. He talks down on you and makes you loose your sellf worth and dignity that sometimes you dont believe in yourself again.

Our major client then was Nigeria Brewries so i was the face of my company there and i was close to most of the Ogas in their Hqtrs. One day my boss took out his nasty attitude on me in a meeting with some senior staff there in Nigeria breweries. The Ogas were suprised wih my boss attitude towards me there that the meetng had to be adjourned.


I just knew then that its time to take hold of myself or i will loose every little respect i have. Before we left there i called my boss by his first name *John* never you try that thing you just did to me inside there again. Im not your slave and i refuse to be one. When we get to the office fwd my last month and this month salary to my account or else ........
I left him there for home, i also told him to expect my resignation letter tomorrow on his desk.

The next day i got my salaries and a text of apology from my boss but i never went back to that company cos ive built up my client base when i was enduring his insults.


Our fears today is because we are scared of the Unknown but we should know that if that your arrogant and silly boss caan do it why cant you do it.

Remember you learnt some business ideas from him and you also have yours so you are fully loaded

can we be friends ..I am in this shiit..the ish is much and I have built a large client base and gatherers much experience ...I am scared of taking these ish at 40s ..I have made up my mind

I will leave ...let me have ur Num.... like your type

Lol..so many young men and women of these days like shakara with nothing ..they take fine looking jobs with pay that can't even foot thier transportation all cos they wanna wear tie and look good. .Smh

Rukemi291:
I would employ you anytime any day with this wonderfully narrated piece.

Don't forget that some doors close for a bigger one to open.

God help everyone going through this right now.

you are so on point ...if we can have this mentality these stupid bosses will learn to respect people

I left a slave job some years ago, barely two months after getting the job I realised it is not the kind of place I could work. The month I left the man refused to pay me but with hindsight now, do I regret it? Definitely NO. Sometimes it is better to take the risk or risk remaining a slave in the name of one senseless job.

popcykaylah:
Lol..so many young men and women of these days like shakara with nothing ..they take fine looking jobs with pay that can't even foot thier transportation all cos they wanna wear tie and look good. .Smh

that's the fact

they want to wear starched clothes and suits yet earn 70k a month with lots of insult ...well they are training to get experience


we can so be owners of business

Eddygourdo:
Love your narrative, but I disagree with you on something. Everybody works for somebody, the entrepreneurs also work for their customers and stakeholders. If you feel entrepreneurship is the solution cos he was a beast to you, then you simply are wishing to leave there so you could be a beast to others. Life isn't fair, but humans should be fair.

Your boss is a dweeb, that is his personality and would remain so whether rich or poor. He is the type whom if he was an employee would be the office snitch, bully, amebo, juju man and what not.

Perseverance is key though, don't forget you are working as a means to an end and not an end in itself. Use the opportunity you have there to determine your end. Cheers

Totally agree wit u BT I feel Dis guys pain in DAT he goes home daily feeling worthless... Some of d abuses just cont to ring in ur head.. Lol.
continuous verbal assault can break one ,depression sets in, u loose ur self esteem and worth and d ripples go on... Ending in suicidal attempt...
DAT man needs to b told though I don't kW how o! BT smbdy needs to tell him. Should b well thought out since he's d boss.

AmuDimpka:


can we be friends ..I am in this shiit..the ish is much and I have built a large client base and gatherers much experience ...I am scared of taking these ish at 40s ..I have made up my mind

I will leave ...let me have ur Num.... like your type

Im sorry its dicey replying pm here because a lot of people want my head on the chopping block so i protect my privacy.


Thanks for the understanding. We can still discuss here or i will recommend someone to you that will never ever reveal my identity