The Nigerian Rat Race

You see I had to specially qualify this rat race, because if I'd simply written 'The Rat Race', all you Western-World-Living folk would have started nodding about experiencing the same thing. Big. Fat. Lie. There's the Nigerian Rat Race, and then every other kind.

I was just about to bbm the other contributors and scold them for not posting, when I remembered that one of them is outta town for work-related matters, one is prolly not home from work yet, and the other is most likely too tired to even look at her phone. It's a quarter to 11, at night, as we 'speak'.

I'm writing this post on my phone, 'cause I don't even feel like looking at a Computer right now. What's the point if you spend more time going to and coming from work, than you do actually being AT work. A comedian cracked a joke about a guy who went to drop his woman at the airport for her trip to London. After her plane took off, he got into his car to embark on his trip to Ajah. It so happened that girlfriend called dude just as he was getting to the third roundabout, that her flight landed safely. It may be funny, but I won't be shocked if someone has experienced this.

Oh, and God help you if your company is a one man business. You can't complain about working late all the time, because the boss'll tell you that the work hours listed on your appointment letter were only gotten from a template. 'You stay at work as long as necessary, my friend. What? You live in Festac and the Office is in Ikorodu? And you don't have a car? Well, I'm sure you're not the only one. Think of all the people who don't have jobs. Suck it up!'

See but what is interesting is that people don't quit. They'll keep waking up at 4am so that they can get to work on time. They keep responding 'Yes Sir' and crying in the toilet so they can keep their jobs; money is so important.

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I can't think anymore. The electricity just went out.

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