By Feyisayo Anjorin
I had been working for Mr Graham for over a year, from his first day in Akure I had been driving him around on pothole-riddled roads, preparing his tea, running errands, typing his letters; he had been using me like a slave from our first day in this new office complex and I had not been complaining. Then he comes with this bullshit that I had stolen his money.
I was not even aware that money is kept in the office. In our former office – that three storey building opposite GT bank- we would take each day’s profit to the bank before we close for the day.
That is the thing about these white people that pisses me off! They come to our country and treat us like shit, as if they own the land; they make tons of money and still act as if they are doing us a favour.
He did not even consult any of the staff before relocating us to this dead end surrounded by tall trees, linked to the rest of the world by a narrow dusty road; which he said was best for the farmers because they would get their produce to us easily.
Since when did Graham care about the farmers? He buys their goods cheap and exports it and makes profit! Isn’t that simple enough? What is this patronising nonsense about bringing his service closer to home? Is this his home?
Does he think a green passport and a few Yoruba words and a few pidgin words and a love for our wood carvings would make him a Nigerian?
I gave him a piece of my mind! That blue-eyed devil, the idiot, did he think I would accept his condescending disposition? [Read more…] about I Didn’t Do It