Mr. Solomon arrives earlier than everyone else to the workstation. On most days, the rest of us arrive to meet him performing his morning rituals, which basically involves him drenching himself in worship songs playing from his HP Pro 3520 desktop PC. He says the music often helps him get through his early morning tasks, which are usually the most tedious. When he’s done and out of the office for...
It's a lethargic evening at Metroville. Mallam Hassan has, as usual, not arrived. Mr. Cele is also yet to arrive. Tokunbo is having a heated Twitter spat with someone, and so her concentration is divided between us and her phone. It's just Eddie and I actively present. We're having a casual chit-chat about football when I get a beep on my phone. At first I am reluctant to whip out the phone in the middle...
I had always read about how much properties had appreciated in value in a matter of years, and I had always had to imagine what it would have been like if I had the opportunity to buy the said properties at their initial value. Earlier this week, the company rolled out a Kid’s Investment Package, and most of our workplace conversations had been tailored around it. I had intimated my colleagues about my...
Mr. Cele stumbles into the gathering tonight later than usual. You can see the rage burning in his eyes. We know that he's a grumpy middle-aged man most of the time, but the fury in his eyes tonight tells of a more profound frustration. He sits down after Tokunboh helps him set his seat properly. He only manages to mumble a response to our greetings. He doesn't even rankadede with Mallam Hassan as he...
It's a slow evening tonight. Mallam Hassan has been on a phone call for hours. Mr. Cele isn't in the right mood to socialize. Tokunbo and I are having a light banter over red wine. Eddie is watching skits on Instagram. Eddie looks up from his phone and swears Mr. Macaroni makes the best comedy skits on Instagram. Tokunbo says she finds him cliché. I suggest he needs to change his wardrobe. Eddie is...