(28th of August)
I slept very comfortable today which was very unusual as my bed was a one man's bed, I hardly sleep comfortably but today was nice and special, it's the beginning of a new dawn and I know it is.
I woke up by 2:21am and I did laylatul fajir (the night prayer) I also prayed and read five pages of the holly Qur'an, I did this till it was 4:00am, I was now sleepy and tired, so I decided to go back to bed, which I did obviously.
I woke up a bit late as it was now 5:29am, and I was late for prayer, I hurried and went to the Masjid as I had already performed ablution outside the compound of the house, I waited for the Adan to call the prayer and I also waited for the imam to start praying we finished praying by 5:57am and I decided to walk home so that I get a little nap before I begin my day, I walked fast to my home as I was trying to save more time for sleep, and so I reached my apartment by 6:00am I went directly into the bedroom, I sleep deep.
I did not wake up not until my alarm woke me up by 7:00am and I stood up by 7:12am as I meditated before standing up, as I woke IP I went directly into the kitchen without hesitation and ate my left over from yesterday it tasted better than the way it did yesterday which I really liked, it was my meal from yesterday's morning when I was going to work I ordered cornflakes, and I am eating what's left of it now.
After all this I went banging into my bathroom to bathe, after a while I finished bathing, and so I left the bathroom to the main room to get dressed and also cream myself which I did in a split second and it was very fast.
I went out of the house and ordered an Uber which came 20 minutes afterwards and I entered it, I started thinking about yesterday and what I did wrong, I want to become a well known journalist I want to do something exceptional in my life, just as I was busy figuring out my life and diving deep into my taught which I was disconnected from by the load and annoying sound of my phone ringing, I picked it up and before I could utter a word the person on the other hand started.
"Hello?"
The voice said salamualaykum ya ukuti" I said
"waalaykumusalam, ya Muhammad" she answered it was my mom that was on the other side of the ojone, and she sounded very happy
Hammad, I watched the news yesterday, oh how handsome you have become, I was so happy to see your face I miss you my baby, when are you coming home to your mom" she said with joy in her voice.
"Mom I will have to think about that" I answered slowly
" OK, try coming home during Independence Day" she'd suggested.
Yes ma I considered a one-day journey to tour part of the city sure, ma" there was two seconds of silence before she said goodbye.
By this time I was exiting the car already as the taxi driver was honing for me to leave which I did.
Early bird" I heard a loud voice behind me, it was musa,
"Good morning, how has been your day?" he asked
"fine even if the day just began, how has yours been" I replied
"Been better bro" he said with a loud smile as if he just won a lottery of some kind.
We walked into the building majestically as if we were its founder's, the truth was that we were earl, and so we had all the time in the world.
As we moved into the office building I started remembering the first time I meet musa, it was the first day I stepped into the office, and we were both from the same state and spoke the same tribe, so this added to why I instantly got the job, typical Nigerian society so tribalistic but it was not all that bad as the tribal thing was working in my favor. I can still remember the first day we meet like yesterday, even if I had also meet with a lot of people over the years due to my kind of job I have people like musa are very hard to find.
I remember how I once meet a man who asked me about my job and I had to answer because he was an elderly person, even if I hated days like that as a journalist I had to answer and be nice to him cos who knows maybe he saw me on the news and would like to give me a better job. But really my job is not quite understood by most people, and I am sadly one of those people, I am very good with computers, but still I studied journalism in the university but hear I work two jobs with one pay.
I know its very much complicated that it seems My timetable is.....
Sundays: editing newspaper,
Mondays: journalism,
Wednesdays: video and show editing,
Thursdays: journalism,
Fridays: journalism,
Saturdays: show, video, picture and audio editing.
According to the board they believe this will make maximum use of people and the masses will always be tired of seeing your ugly face, so they kinda switch faces to make it look refined and interesting but actually they are just stressing us all in the company.
Yesterday was Friday and today Saturday I have the most work, these days as I was to edit every thing before it gets to the desk of the presenter.
"Ding, dong" my taught were interrupted by the sound of the bell, the time was 8:01am and every body gathered around it was a staffs meeting, We usually have staff meetings on Saturdays and there were long and boring as they had nothing to do with me.
"Welcome, welcome" a woman wearing black said, as we sat down on our different sits
"My name is Mrs.okafir as many of you might not know, yes I am your late Mr.okafir wife may his soul rest in perfect peace."
She added "I am the legal owner of this company as your late boss had no children of his, and his parents are too illiteratic to spell their name neither can they speak English talk more if running my late husband's company" she said with a cold voice as the hall became noisy as workers started side talking.
This was a big bullet for all of us to take, even if I had never meet him in person before he was a really nice and gentle man, at least that's what people say about him, he had a nice reputation and was a very hardworking man, and he pays he's workers good.
"Quit you full" she added
"I will not tolerate this stupid attitude of yours, you all work for me now and....." She kept quiet for a while as the hall was still noisy "you!" She pointed and started shouting at an attendant who was busy talking and laughing.
"meeeee?" She said with shock, as she was pointing her self.
"Yes, you fullish none entity" she was screaming at the top of her voice now
"Now get your things and leave this firm, you are fired" she said softly, I wondered why?
"Ma, what did I do" the attendant said innocently
"Get your filth and leave before I cut you in halves" she said screaming again with a serious look on her face.
Just like that the hall was as silent as a graveyard, it was as if she had sprees her poison all over the place, and the poor attendant left with a disappointed look on her face, but I did not know who she was disappointed on her self or her crazy ex boss.
"This is more like it" she said with a smart look on her face which shows satisfaction.
"You bastards all work for me and your fullish boss was a screw up, what did he know, I own this place now and anybody who has a problem with that?" She asked with a low voice.
The hall was silent
Are you all deaf, I repeat those anyone have a problem with me being the owner of this firm?" She was screaming again.
"No ma" we all chord
"Good" she took a minute to smile before she continued
"now, who casted the news about the fullish girl that needed to die?" she asked
i.... I... I... d.I.d..... ma" I answered with panic, nobody wants to lose their job
"What's your job schedule ? " She asked
"Sundays: editing newspaper,
Mondays: journalism,
Wednesdays: video and show editing,
Thursdays: journalism,
Fridays: journalism,
Saturdays: show, video, picture and audio editing." I gathered momentum to speak as I answered her and also I knew it by heart.
"Good, you in journalism throughout" she said with a smile that did not make me fell better.
*shit* I am so happy I might!, wow I am excited.
What's the name?" She was still talking to me.
"It's Muhammad yunus ma" I answered immediately
" good now dismissed"
Everyone took to their heals including me, I stood up almost immediately after she spoke and some workers were already at the door, I don't know why we all fear this bitch of a new boss but I know this is going to be a hell of a ride.
"And where did you think you are going to Muhammad?" She asked.
You said dismissed ma" I answered
" Not you those bastard I said! " She replied me.
Yes ma" I started moving back into the hall and you should know that my heart already left my body about an hour ago.
"What do you want from life?" She said slowly with a soft voice.
I want to become a well known journalist I answered *shit why did I say that*
You know I can help you with that?, why don't we both help each other out?" She was moving around in the hall slowly.
What?" I asked with a confused look on my face, she noticed that I was not getting what she wanted me to get from the discussion.
"Get out" she instructed and I did as I was told to
I guess it was because I was not following her that lead to her asking me to leave.
I quickly walked as fast as my body could Cary me to the editing hall, everyone was staring at me and I really felt uncomfortable even if I usually do on a normal day today was just abnormal.
They started murmuring and talking behind my back which was very unusual as I even overheard some workers saying bad things about the new boss which I don't think I have any problem with her yet besides she does not seem that bad and all this happened for my own good, I think even if I am sad about the bosses death and all it was for my success may be, I think maybe my success was dependent on him dying.
My heart was filled with joy throughout the whole day and beside it came back into my body after the relief of my promotion, it was only a matter of time before 1:45pm reached, immediately I noticed the time I went to musa's office to call him for prayer and today we went to pray together.
We reached the mosque and joined the prayer which was short and brief, then musa started.
"I don't like that woman" he started the conversion
Really, why?" I said as I tried to look for my shoe outside the Masjid.
She is too bossy arrogant and insultive, she is unemotional and too bratty for my liking he answered
" true" I replied
The truth is I don't know her and I just can't stand for her and besides I don't like gossips of any kind.
" Let's leave the woman alone, maybe this is how she grieves I said
by insulting the dead man, I don't think so, or maybe you are just defending her because of your promotion, besides congrats dude" he replied with frustration on his face
" Nooooo, let's not judge" I quickly said as we entered the building back, Like I cared about any of that all I do care about I have gotten.
We both went to do our various jobs as we walked in opposite sides of the building.
Two hours thirty minutes later I prayed my late evening prayer and headed home.
I got home by 5:00pm I went straight to the kitchen as I was starving, I quickly took out a bowl and prepared gari with groundnut, I ate until I could no more I was satisfied by today and as from tomorrow
*I Muhammad yunus will become a full time reporter*
How wonderful I can't wait, the rear of the day went fast like lightning as I could not remember what I did, but I knew that After isha prayer I went home and I slept on my sofa, I woke up by 10:30pm I was damn tired I had to walk all the way to my room which was not funny as I bumped into a wall before I full y woke up.
I had to tell my mom the good news and all of a sudden I had a knock at my door, it lasted for ten minutes before I asked "who is there" I said aloud it's me open the door" I heard a woman's voice I went close to the door and I saw....., the woman .....