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The Confession Of A Workaholic. by johnhood(m): 2:58pm On Nov 22
Hello there, I am Chima. I don't know whether I should be proud about it but I'm a workaholic. Yeah! That is  life I adopted.
I wasn't like this in my young age. I was more than playful to be frank but my parents always hated it. They were poor. My father was a roadside Mechanic and my mother was a petty trader.  If we are able to eat twice a day it is been seen as a great feat by us.
Not until  the end of my junior secondary school that I started taking education serious. I sat down and reasoned for the first time in my playful life. Most of the pennies my parents make the put in my education. Even though I  am not attending the best school. To them I am their messiah and the way for my  "messiah-ship" is to finish my school and get a work in any Oil company and lift them off from poverty. For me I am the boy that doesn't care about anything apart from play.
I just finished my junior WAEC and to be honest I never read any of the questions I just sit and wait for the my friends to give me the answer and alas when result came out most of my friends failed. I didn't bother checking mine because since they typist failed no hope for the photocopier.
I got to turn a new leave.
So starting of my senior secondary school was very uncomfortable for me. I struggled with almost every topics I was taught. I stayed up at night reading. My parents was happy their only child is now serious with his academics but it was better I didn't even read because I wasn't assimilating even iota of what I was reading.
Anyway I coped through secondary school finishing my final exams with mostly "Credit(C)"
I finished varsity through the skin of my teeth. Not only Academically but also financially. My parents borrowed money from whoever cared to listen to their misery story on how they want to train their only child in school. I did menials works in the campus to feed. My social life was messed I couldn't keep female friends because I am aware for their hate towards us who don't have money. Even the girl I like I never talked to her for one day. I was ashamed of myself. I felt I was not up to her standard not just her to girls in general. I have no good clothes and I am dark in complexion considering their like toward fair color. Better put I was more than lonely and depressed. I always felt like a bum.
Five years after graduation I was still at home and I am not only a bum this time around but a burden to my parents. I can sense the frustration in their weak bodies.
  I later got a job in a bank as a cashier(a petrolchemical engineer). I vowed not Bleep up on this job. This is where my workaholic behaviour started. In my attempt to impress my boss I always work non stop every day without going for break. I eat the little food I can find in the morning. I will starve till day end before I look for whatever I can lay hands to eat. On the long run I develop Ulcer. I worked in the bank for five years before I decided to be my own boss. I opened a clothe and shoe boutique with my savings. I didn't fancy employing a sales boy/girl. Any day I didn't go to market for wears  I am always in the shop morning till evening. Again there still no improvement in my social life. This time my parents are already hinting me on marriage. See me that can not even talk to a girl.  I was always depressed. My depression that start right from senior secondary school is still with me not only that I am also a mood Player. My mood seems to change  hourly.  I am always worrying on how to improve my poor sales. 
I later merge with someone own a bread factory. I am to receive 30% of the profit from the factory. He will have to run the business himself that is why he is having the lion's share.
I later employed a sales girl(Peace). Since I have someone to stay in the shop I decided to market wares house to house. Mobile hawking. While Peace in the shop I myself hawk. I started developing attraction towards Peace. Yeah! You heard me right. It might be due to the fact she was the only female I can confidently talk to.
I am always in pain every night. My legs aches, my whole body mostly weak at night.  Peace advised my to reduce my hawking but I can't. I hawk both on Sundays. If she really care she should help me with the hawking but... heh! That was not our agreement. She might see hawking as a way to belittle herself. Is there anything that is not belittling? Even been a sale girl is belittling.
I must say at least my parents can confidently eat thrice daily. At my own detriment . That is no what to brag about about, I still need to build house for them and ...they need to see their grand child(ren) before they kiss the dust.
I prefer my daily hawking to night rest  'cos I am restless during nights.
To keep myself busy during the nights I buy cigarettes I smoke during the nights. I only smoke at night.  I am still learning to smoke I have not graduated to day or smoking outside.  Nobody knows about my smoking habit apart from me and that part of me that gave me the urge. Somehow it calms me somehow I feel like it is aiding in harming my already failing weak body.
This is what fate gave to me. Am I to continue in the struggle? You will mostly say yes. What you should know, whatever happens, I tried my best.


This is completely fiction - no part is related to real life event
Please rate
Re: The Confession Of A Workaholic. by johnhood(m): 3:04pm On Nov 22
johnhood:
Hello there, I am Chima. I don't know whether I should be proud about it but I'm a workaholic. Yeah! That is  life I adopted.
I wasn't like this in my young age. I was more than playful to be frank but my parents always hated it. They were poor. My father was a roadside Mechanic and my mother was a petty trader.  If we are able to eat twice a day it is been seen as a great feat by us.
Not until  the end of my junior secondary school that I started taking education serious. I sat down and reasoned for the first time in my playful life. Most of the pennies my parents make the put in my education. Even though I  am not attending the best school. To them I am their messiah and the way for my  "messiah-ship" is to finish my school and get a work in any Oil company and lift them off from poverty. For me I am the boy that doesn't care about anything apart from play.
I just finished my junior WAEC and to be honest I never read any of the questions I just sit and wait for the my friends to give me the answer and alas when result came out most of my friends failed. I didn't bother checking mine because since they typist failed no hope for the photocopier.
I got to turn a new leave.
So starting of my senior secondary school was very uncomfortable for me. I struggled with almost every topics I was taught. I stayed up at night reading. My parents was happy their only child is now serious with his academics but it was better I didn't even read because I wasn't assimilating even iota of what I was reading.
Anyway I coped through secondary school finishing my final exams with mostly "Credit(C)"
I finished varsity through the skin of my teeth. Not only Academically but also financially. My parents borrowed money from whoever cared to listen to their misery story on how they want to train their only child in school. I did menials works in the campus to feed. My social life was messed I couldn't keep female friends because I am aware for their hate towards us who don't have money. Even the girl I like I never talked to her for one day. I was ashamed of myself. I felt I was not up to her standard not just her to girls in general. I have no good clothes and I am dark in complexion considering their like toward fair color. Better put I was more than lonely and depressed. I always felt like a bum.
Five years after graduation I was still at home and I am not only a bum this time around but a burden to my parents. I can sense the frustration in their weak bodies.
  I later got a job in a bank as a cashier(a petrolchemical engineer). I vowed not Bleep up on this job. This is where my workaholic behaviour started. In my attempt to impress my boss I always work non stop every day without going for break. I eat the little food I can find in the morning. I will starve till day end before I look for whatever I can lay hands to eat. On the long run I develop Ulcer. I worked in the bank for five years before I decided to be my own boss. I opened a clothe and shoe boutique with my savings. I didn't fancy employing a sales boy/girl. Any day I didn't go to market for wears  I am always in the shop morning till evening. Again there still no improvement in my social life. This time my parents are already hinting me on marriage. See me that can not even talk to a girl.  I was always depressed. My depression that start right from senior secondary school is still with me not only that I am also a mood Player. My mood seems to change  hourly.  I am always worrying on how to improve my poor sales. 
I later merge with someone own a bread factory. I am to receive 30% of the profit from the factory. He will have to run the business himself that is why he is having the lion's share.
I later employed a sales girl(Peace). Since I have someone to stay in the shop I decided to market wares house to house. Mobile hawking. While Peace in the shop I myself hawk. I started developing attraction towards Peace. Yeah! You heard me right. It might be due to the fact she was the only female I can confidently talk to.
I am always in pain every night. My legs aches, my whole body mostly weak at night.  Peace advised my to reduce my hawking but I can't. I hawk both on Sundays. If she really care she should help me with the hawking but... heh! That was not our agreement. She might see hawking as a way to belittle herself. Is there anything that is not belittling? Even been a sale girl is belittling.
I must say at least my parents can confidently eat thrice daily. At my own detriment . That is no what to brag about about, I still need to build house for them and ...they need to see their grand child(ren) before they kiss the dust.
I prefer my daily hawking to night rest  'cos I am restless during nights.
To keep myself busy during the nights I buy cigarettes I smoke during the nights. I only smoke at night.  I am still learning to smoke I have not graduated to day or smoking outside.  Nobody knows about my smoking habit apart from me and that part of me that gave me the urge. Somehow it calms me somehow I feel like it is aiding in harming my already failing weak body.
This is what fate gave to me. Am I to continue in the struggle? You will mostly say yes. What you should know, whatever happens, I tried my best.


This is completely fiction - no part is related to real life event
Please rate

Why is nairaland automatically changing some words?
Re: The Confession Of A Workaholic. by chatinent(m): 3:12pm On Nov 22
Fiction?


I should arrest you.
Re: The Confession Of A Workaholic. by johnhood(m): 3:22pm On Nov 22
chatinent:
Fiction?

I should arrest you.
Boss! Why?
Re: The Confession Of A Workaholic. by Ay04z(m): 3:45pm On Nov 22
Fiction keeh..
Re: The Confession Of A Workaholic. by johnhood(m): 3:53pm On Nov 22
Ay04z:
Fiction keeh..
Bros na fiction oh

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