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Where is our robust response? or god is still dictating it to him? |
scarr:As in!!! No be Ini Edo talk am o! My guess is this yeye OP na him organise the pictures and made it look like news. He should be banned for spreading foolish falsehood. And then shot. before being hanged. and then flogged. |
akinsadeez:You just spoke my mind. Why is the OP crying while typing? He walked out of the venue, thats rude enough. No matter how long it took, you should maintain discipline by remaining on your seat, according to the program. Now they demanding 25k is they having their pound of flesh. You did yours, now its their turn. Until you get ur certificate from the school, and disconnect the link they have on u, they still have ur balls in their hands and u should obey their rules. Moreso it being a private university. If it were a govt institution, u can get away with that walking away stunt. But christian private? u should have known better. Wipe those tears, many people have worse problems than just 25k. Pay up, get ur certificate, and then walk away. |
Chaleeee:ROTFL!!! You're sick!! LWTMB |
blemon44:LWTMB!!! Is this all you have to say? Ol boy, shake bodi. If you nor fit, nor dey console with ineffective prayers for hia |
HIPROFILE:I heard it too, and I said waaaaaaatttt! Chibuzor?! It was Oyegun the apc chairman. So to him, amaechi is not so important. Speaks volumes of APC. I think it's time to amaechi to rethink which party he deserves. |
Perhaps I have not been reading much, but this right here is one of the best I've read (of course by an 'unpublished', thats if you have not yet). This is incredible. you have it. You are the star. I love your descriptive powers, your use and choice of words. There's a lot to learn from you. Well done Ma. Apparently, you're a lawyer. Clap clap clap! Wow! Do keep writing please. |
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ednut1:Lol... olodo ![]() |
ednut1:Wow! You just became the silliest poster on this thread. That is completely uncalled for. Assuming she actually made the error, will it be her fault to have not been based it Lagos, or being incapable of speaking well? Because you were privileged, born and bred in Lagos, does that make you better than those who are not and cant speak well? And what right have you to judge yorubas as such? You are such a fool for making such a disdainful comment. Shame on you |
735i:Confam! I see you homie! |
shegzyvic:Damn, are you a dude? Hissing on a public forum? *In Riley's Voice* Nicca you gay! Did you even read the story at all? It was not the PA (there is none), that said that. really, and then u hissed after all that stuff you wrote? You kiss your girl with that filthy mouth? lol... but seriously though, u made sense, even though very little sense. |
touchmeder:1st Bolded. Thanks though, ive learnt my lessons. I hope readers will as well. 2nd Bolded: Thank you, i will consider it. ![]() |
kingphemy:Yes sir. Understood. Thanks |
Isiterere:Dem fire me yesterday, I no face panel. Na for Nairaland I come dey face the panel. Anyway, I wont include it in my CV, shikena. Il just say i was in-between jobs. Cos if future employers call these guys, Im sure the secretary will be the one to pick the call or answer mails. I can imagine what she will tell them about me. |
donigspain:Thank you for bringing that up. Now to clarify, if you noticed it happened, but you will also notice a few modifications as Fiction writers are permitted. For instance in the latter paragraphs where you find words like "That was me, I was proud", and such themes. That is to portray the anticlimax and resolution of the plot. From bad proud guy, taught his lessons, to a humbled guy. That is the message/lesson learnt. "Nobody will talk to me that way" is more or less a retrospective comment, depicting the pride in the character at that point in time. Not necessarily of the writer. So it does not follow that the author is completely ALWAYS what he portrayed himself as in a fictional work. If i never thought I was wrongly proud at that time, I wouldnt have stated it in the narrative. |
donigspain:Wow, look at that! All this analyses from just this story? Do you even know who I am? And you speak like you have first hand knowledge of me. Lol. Anyways, thanks and you too read this book: - Fallacies (Pdf) ![]() |
egopersonified:Yes, apparently the last auditor had fights on same issue. But thanks though. I appreciate your comment. You're right, a Jacket would have solved the situation. (Never thought of that). Ah well, we learn everyday. |
Debeloved87:Arrogance? If by Arrogance you mean having a high opinion of onesself, well thank you. What you cant accept as a rich man, you reject it when poor. A man needs a modicum of 'arrogance' to live, else when you lay yourself as a mat, shoes will be wiped on you. After a number of years in the University, downing coffee and spending late nights reading and molesting my calculator, I'd be dammed to have a secretary treat me with such disrespect. Mutual respect is all that is required. If you know how Ive hitherto respected this lady, you'd know that my response was belated. But thanks for your estimation. ![]() |
NairaMode:You have spoken as a wise man, and i appreciate your candor. Thank you. I have learnt from that experience, even though i still believe I was right to take a stand for myself. Its better to keep the devil at the door, than having to send him out of the house. Thanks |
standd:I was not against regulating the AC, I always did that before she just took the remote and hid it. Anyways I don't want to cry over spilt beers. Make I sha no catch any of them for my area. |
McWhillion:Amen. Thank you... |
dayosaurus:Yes, the little dude prepared the sack, and the big boss okayed it. Im avoiding stating their names, they read Nairaland too. |
seagullbabz:Lol. Thanks. No be small thing o! About the writing, thanks il look into it. |
Learn from it, il write in first person narrative. So, this is how it happened today at the office. Nothing could have prepared anyone for such an eventuality. Let me give you a brief history. I joined this office a few months ago, and I am relatively the newest employee in an office of seven auditors and five supporting staff. It’s a two room auditting firm; no don’t get that impression of some shack Audit office with hungry set auditors. This one makes sense. One is occupied by the Boss man himself, while the bigger other is just an open office. The employees have their tables round the office, in effect everybody is in everybody’s business. Also translating to no separate offices for the auditors from the clerks, secretaries and all. Part of the supporting staff is this lady, although well aged in the firm, she is not an Auditor nonetheless. She is the secretary of the Principal partner; a position she has occupied for a long while now, and by virtue of that, she believes herself to be a personal assistant to the Boss. Indeed, I have heard her refer to herself like that numerous times on the phone. Hey, whatever works for her, right? Part of the auditors is this one guy, recently made a Partner by the Boss man. And I tell you, meeting him you will wonder what the boss was thinking when he made him a partner. Perhaps because just like the boss man he's the only employee also from Benue. He was small and frail in structure, with a relatively larger head. The head sits on this lean chicken neck. Perhaps to hide his frailty, he wears big shirts, with fat ties. To go with that, he walks with his arms up as if he has boils under each arm pits. He’s a real fart, that one. I hear he used to be nice, that was before he got promoted for being the oldest one here. No one really respected him. He was lazy, bogus attitude with no interpersonal skills. He had a very queer sense of humor. True, he was intelligent, his leadership skills wasn’t worth being calling home about. Part of the inhouse auditors also is me, a young handsome and intelligent chap who the ladies just can’t resist. Nah, I’m just playing. If you believed that, well I own Third Mainland Bridge as well. Anyway, so this is me, sitting at a corner of the office, files open and papers scattered on my table and my cuffs folded. A cup of Nescafe Three in One steaming at an edge of the table. All this to look busy. It’s a quarter after nine and everyone was active. My table was directly beside the split Air Conditioner, hanging and blowing violently above my head. I reached in my drawer for the remote control. It wasn’t where I usually kept it. Somehow I got the inkling that the secretary had removed it. Her desk is farther from the Air Condition, and she has at numerous times complained of heat. I at such times complained of cold, and took the liberty of regulating the temperature suitable for all. Today, I was certain the remote thief was she. Well, I walked to the socket and switched it off from the main. When it gets warmer, I’ll put it back on. Barely three minutes later, here came this woman, walking like she was in a race, towards the AC and switched it back on. I didn’t say a word. After three minutes, I switched it back off when the cold got unbearable. Almost immediately she darted here again, putting it back on. The lean little boss saw the silent cold war. “Where is the remote” he asked with his falsetto deep voice, his arms on his desk, resting his hands on his laptop as if he was just interrupted from something other than browsing Nairaland during office hours with the screen brightness at its lowest so we won’t see. Well I did see. “She removed it here and…” I was saying. “I returned it to Mister Tunji” said she. Mr Tunji was the building maintenance officer, a Janitor if you will. “Because we are not supposed to have the AC in the first place, so I returned it,” she said. How dare you, I thought. “Well then, we will have to switch this off until we can regulate the temperature,” I said, as a matter-of-factly. She was saying something in response but I don’t remember, I just repeated myself, again like I meant it. That was when the little boss rose to his feet. At this point all others had joined, posing questions at her. He walked over to the AC and put it on. I was silent now, typing something or nothing on my computer, fuming. I told her, “Whenever I get cold, I put it off. It’s as simple as that.” The little boss stood by my desk, “Eze” he called as if that was just the magic word to calm me down instantly. “It’s okay,” said he. It was funny because I knew what he was attempting to do: flex his muscles my way. And I wouldn’t stand for that. “No, it’s rubbish. Why would she remove the remote and…” “Hey, watch your language,” he said. I wanted to smack that head off that skinny neck of his. “It is rubbish. I can’t be freezing here just because someone is feeling warm down there. This is directly on my head and…” “Don’t raise your voice at me.” “I am not raising my voice at you, I am simply stating my position.” I tried as much as I could to calm myself and not to say something I might regret. But on this, here, now, I will speak. See since I joined this office I have been the meek and gentle guy. A friend once told me I had a bogus impression of myself, but what the hell, if you are not yet great you have no business being humble. There are times when you set the record straight when your path is crossed, else your humility will be seen as stupidity. I will have nothing of that. “I said that’s enough. I don’t want to hear another word from you,” said he with a firm voice. Everyone was silent now. That was my opportunity. That was my cue. Nobody will talk to me that way, especially not before women. What was I to do, recoil and keep mute just because some guy directed me to? Hell, this is a free country, and I had the right to bear my mind. This time, I increased the volume so he could hear me clearly. “If I ever get cold, I will put that shit off. And that…” I just kept talking, I don’t recollect what sense I made, but I did make some. He stared at me, defeated. I’m sure he will have wished corporal punishment could be some sort of discipline in the office. I wish he had dared, I’d have beat the be-Jesus out of him. A slap or two and he’d be a-fainty. He locked eyes with me, and I added a scowl to it. He nodded, like ‘I know what to do'. My co-workers came to my desk to calm me down, and act the peacemakers. They all supported me. One even secretly handed me a shake of well done. I was proud. Yes that was me, I set the records straight. I won’t let anybody take me for a ride here. That was three hours ago. Let’s fast forward to now; I’m at home now, my laptop open. My fiancé just called me; she has found a suitable hall for our engagement. “Beautiful”, I said. “I’ll come check it in the weekend.” It will be a long week for me. I swallow what’s left in the Star bottle, and I fold my Letter of Dismissal back into its envelope. I hope to meet that fart someday on my street. |
agohmamuda:LMAO! That No 2 is possibly the cause. loll. this is the funniest post ive read all day. Your head can like to dey there |
CityNG:Shame on you, what is proactive in subtle discrimination? Brainwashed m0ron! You should weep, and feel embarrassed that Nigerian children/youths are treated like this. |
Perhaps you have no idea of the massive propaganda and misinformation being peddled by western media, case in point CNN concerning 'infestation' of Africa of Ebola disease and any other 'bad bad thing'. CNN is completely annoying in this aspect. Any mention of Ebola in their news, even if it is a news item on a Spanish nurse, they show the map of Africa and red flag Nigeria, Liberia and other west African countries, as if the whole sub-saharan Africa is plagued. Then they come up with false scary statistics, '500 people die of ebola daily in West Africa: WHO' and similar rubbish from nonsense organisations. This is the result, global discrimination by ignorant fools against Nigerians based on lies and propaganda peddled by the western media. It used to be exaggerations only about boko haram, and corruption, now ebola is added. see, we need to tell our stories ourselves. Our media isnt really helping matters, as we only announce 'bad bad news' or ourselves. (Not that our leaders are helping anyway). But we need to fight to preserve our own image as hardworking smart and honest people. The western world can go to hell! WE WILL OVERTAKE THEM, INSHAALLAH AND INSHAJESUS. The white man knows how strong we are, that we can overtake them soon, and that is why they constantly brainwash us to make us feel inferior in all aspects, want to keep us down. But 'Aye o le pa kadara da, won ko le f'owo ago seyin ni' (The world cant change our fate, they can only slow us down.) we need to tell our own good stories. Always. All respect to Chinua Achebe, who understood this long ago. |
Are you guys really believing this crap? |
He kneels on both legs?!!!! Who is this bush man!!! Both legs?! That neccas Gay! |


There would have been more opportunities to take a stand for yourself but pride and the fact you didnt wish to for your boss to disrespect you especially in the presence of women made you feel you must have something to say. So is it right for you to be disrespectful to your boss in the presence of staff? Very few people will stand for that even if its not a one man firm! You need to watch how you speak back at people both big and small even when provoked. 
