Hi guys. It's Sydney O again.
So today was a very hectic day at work for me. I have been requesting for my annual vacation from my supervisor for about a month, and for whatever reason he has just refused to approve it. Well, there's nothing I can do (unless I blow the whistle on him of course, but this will only put him in trouble), I will just wait till the end of the month before I take any action.
Today, I met one of my customer's wife. So I am from Nigeria, he is also Nigerian and this woman, his wife, is a Chinese. In Africa, we see people with white skin in a certain way; everyone wants to be noticed by them and wishes they could have them speak to them. So I had to take this woman to my office from their shop in the market.
As we were on our way to the bus stop, people were beckoning on her, calling her 'oyinbo', nwanyi ocha(meaning white woman), among other names. Those who knew her were calling her by her married name. She tried to respond nicely to them, though not giving them so much attention. We got to the bus stop and had to wait for sometime for a free 'keke', as tricycle is normally called in Lagos, to come by. After waiting for what seemed like a long time under the scorching sun, the woman ran under a shade lest she got sunburned. Her husband came along and met us there, then asked us to get on a bus, which she was not happy about. She felt the buses are dirty, but we really didn't have any option than to get in.
After she finished what she came to the bank for, she told me not to worry myself as she could go back to the shop on her own, then she left. I called her husband telling him that she was coming back alone, and he told me to come with her because the market is a very rowdy and chaotic place. I ran downstairs to catch up with her.
As I was stepping out of the building, she was about to cross the road. Just then, some students were walking past her, and one of the boys made a move, as if to snatch her bag and she panicked.
I ran quickly to her and boy, was she happy to see me! She immediately grabbed my arm and held it tightly as we crossed the road.
We got on a keke and headed back to the market. When we got to the shop, I could tell that she was relieved to be in a familiar environment with familiar faces.
Her husband was greatful for what I had done. I know she would tell him what happened, though I don't know if he would understand her well as her English is not so good and even his English too. He would rather speak Igbo, the native language, and she, Chinese.
So today was a very hectic day at work for me. I have been requesting for my annual vacation from my supervisor for about a month, and for whatever reason he has just refused to approve it. Well, there's nothing I can do (unless I blow the whistle on him of course, but this will only put him in trouble), I will just wait till the end of the month before I take any action.
Today, I met one of my customer's wife. So I am from Nigeria, he is also Nigerian and this woman, his wife, is a Chinese. In Africa, we see people with white skin in a certain way; everyone wants to be noticed by them and wishes they could have them speak to them. So I had to take this woman to my office from their shop in the market.
As we were on our way to the bus stop, people were beckoning on her, calling her 'oyinbo', nwanyi ocha(meaning white woman), among other names. Those who knew her were calling her by her married name. She tried to respond nicely to them, though not giving them so much attention. We got to the bus stop and had to wait for sometime for a free 'keke', as tricycle is normally called in Lagos, to come by. After waiting for what seemed like a long time under the scorching sun, the woman ran under a shade lest she got sunburned. Her husband came along and met us there, then asked us to get on a bus, which she was not happy about. She felt the buses are dirty, but we really didn't have any option than to get in.
After she finished what she came to the bank for, she told me not to worry myself as she could go back to the shop on her own, then she left. I called her husband telling him that she was coming back alone, and he told me to come with her because the market is a very rowdy and chaotic place. I ran downstairs to catch up with her.
As I was stepping out of the building, she was about to cross the road. Just then, some students were walking past her, and one of the boys made a move, as if to snatch her bag and she panicked.
I ran quickly to her and boy, was she happy to see me! She immediately grabbed my arm and held it tightly as we crossed the road.
We got on a keke and headed back to the market. When we got to the shop, I could tell that she was relieved to be in a familiar environment with familiar faces.
Her husband was greatful for what I had done. I know she would tell him what happened, though I don't know if he would understand her well as her English is not so good and even his English too. He would rather speak Igbo, the native language, and she, Chinese.
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