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This is rather bizzare. Ruth Cox Amooti, a 62-year-old woman from Uganda who married her 25-year-old lover, is dead.

The prominent princess from Tooro Kingdom passed away after contracting COVID-19.

Her cousin Andrew Mwenda and friend Margaret Muhanga broke the bad news through separate Twitter posts.

It is understood the member of Uganda’s royal family breathed her last at Mulago Referral Hospital.



Andrew and his sister Margaret were saddened by the untimely death of their relative and urged people to be more vigilant when it came to protecting themselves from coronavirus.

He advised people to mask up and maintain physical distance because the disease was not a joke.

Really?


When does working for the government and the nation mean working for Mister President?

A Tale of Two Ministers.

What a gory tale.



This is not only outlandish, it is also inhuman.

It took so long.


But then, better late than never.

These are strong words.



Hmn......

That will be a piggy fight.


The lawmakers should make rational debates, not resort to political pugilism.

Yes, we must continue to uphold freedom to express and agitate.

No to undue censorship.

Our political leaders can be so melodramatic.


Imagine a statement like this.

The intrigues are still on.

I nodded but kept quiet. She had my resume in her hands and she looked at it. ‘You currently have no job, right?’

‘That’s right, Madam.’

‘If we decide to offer you this job, when are you ready to start?’

I appeared to think briefly. It was just an act. The fact was I was ready to start the job right now. ‘I can start the very moment the company wants
me to start.’

‘Actually, you need to start as soon as possible. Can you start tomorrow?’

Without any hesitation, I nodded. ‘Yes, I can.’

You’re going to be working as the driver to the Chief Executive Officer.’

I nodded. ‘That will be no problem.’

I thought of a humorous comment of saying that I could drive anybody. I however kept the humor to myself.

She put my resume in a file, closed the file and stood up. ‘Alright, let me take you to the CEO’s office.’

I stood up too and followed her out of the cool office. From a corridor, we moved to the end of the passageway. She opened the last door by the left. A lady was by the desk, typing on a desktop.

‘Good morning, Amarachi,’ the HR Manager greeted.

The lady behind the computer screen smiled. ‘Good morning, ma’am.’

‘Is Madam in the office?’

The lady she had called Amarachi nodded. ‘Yes, she is.’

Again, the HR Manager motioned that I should sit down. She opened the door that led to the CEO’s office. After about a minute, she came out
and beckoned at me. I stood up and entered the office. The office was a large, exquisitely furnished one. Behind the large desk was a woman
who should be in her late forties or early fifties. So, this was the CEO.

‘Good morning, Madam,’ I greeted.

‘Good morning.’ She looked at me all over the way you would check if a particular item was suitable for you or not.


The Madam at the Top: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_madam_at_the_top/38899

Zamar:
Following

You are welcome

Ride on

Welcome once again to another jolly ride.



Let us go.



The Madam at the Top

(18+)

Cover picture: Courtesy, Pexels

Nini Nova


© 2020





Working for a lady boss has its thrills and frills. For Ben, it went from the tough side to the sweetest he could ever imagine. It was a dream come true for him when his boss became the very woman he shared passionate moments with.
But then, sometimes, things do not really look as they appear.







I had prepared well for the interview. It was a corporate job, although what I applied for was as a driver. Yes, a mere driver, but it was a job I really needed. The unemployment situation had forced me to apply for the job. I had registered at an employment agency and had been highly recommended for the position I applied for.

I sat and waited to be called. I thought I would see some other applicants who had come for the interview, but saw none. I waited for almost thirty minutes before the secretary, a slim lady in glasses, informed me that the Human Resources Manager was ready to see me. I was directed to her office.

‘Good morning, Madam,’ I curtsied.

A woman in skirt suit probably in her late forties looked up at me briefly. She was on phone but gestured that I should sit down on one of the seats facing her. A couple of minutes later, she finished the phone conversation.

‘Good morning,’ she replied. ‘You’re Ben Bada, the driver applicant from Aries Agency?’

‘Yes, Madam.’

She nodded. ‘I was told you could drive very well.’

‘Yes, ma’am. I try my best.’

She nodded again. ‘Aries Employment Agency is a reliable partner that we use. Having somebody recommended by them means that person
must be good. We believe in their judgment.’

I nodded but kept quiet. She had my resume in her hands and she looked at it. ‘You currently have no job, right?’

‘That’s right, Madam.’

‘If we decide to offer you this job, when are you ready to start?’

I appeared to think briefly. It was just an act. The fact was I was ready to start the job right now. ‘I can start the very moment the company wants
me to start.’

‘Actually, you need to start as soon as possible. Can you start tomorrow?’

Without any hesitation, I nodded. ‘Yes, I can.’


The Madam at the Top https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_madam_at_the_top/38899

kweensheba:
Nice one

FairCritic:
Interesting

Thanks

Nice story.

We thank God for your life.