PRIDE & HUMILITY

I was a staff of a Bank.
An architect, in charge of the building & maintenance of bank buildings.
I usually hold meetings with contractors on site once in a while to check work progress, vis-à-vis timelines.

Of course, as the architect, I was a big boy...
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I'd go to site & strut my stuff, the contractor would be saying "yes sir, yes sir" to me.

Why wouldn't he? I could, with a stroke of my pen, blacklist him & he wouldn't get any contract from the bank again!
So they treat me as "Oga".
I was the HNIC!

Until one fateful day...
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A new contractor was given a branch to build.
I went to handover the site to the contractor.
He sent his engineer to take over the site- he didn't come himself!
Who does he think he is???
I had my eyes on him from that day.
The day came for the site meeting.
He was absent!
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I put a call across to him: "Where are you? Are you aware we have a meeting on site right now? Don't waste my time!"
"Sorry, I forgot! Ok, why don't you come to my office for the meeting? Let's meet, I haven't met you before, architect! Come to my office, I'll send the address."
If I was mad before, I got madder!
Who does this man think he is?
I should come to his office!
Mstcheeeeew!
Nonsense & ingredients!
"If you're not on this site in 30 minutes, I will kick you off this project! Nonsense!"
I cut the call.
I sat down, counting the minutes...
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About 15 minutes later, I got a call: the MD of the Bank!
My Oga at the top!
"Architect, go to the office of the contractor for the meeting IMMEDIATELY!"
Hian???
Haba, can't someone play with these people again?
I rushed to my car & drove to the address the man had sent...
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Pent Floor, Dunes Plaza, Maitama!
Ok...
I got to the waiting room to his office: I saw pictures of him with the President, Governors, Ministers, Senators...

I broke out in a sweat, despite the air conditioner working at maximum capacity.
What have I done?
Who sent me???
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I entered his office.
"Architect Haruna! How are you? I'm surprised to see you in my office! You got a call, I guess?"
"Y-y-yes sir..."
"From who?"
"My MD, sir"
"Ah! He called you himself! Let me tell you something, young man: if I tell your MD I'm closing my account today....
He'll be here to beg me not to.
Now, if I tell him the only condition I'll not close it is for him to sack you, what do you think he'll do?"
"He'll sack me sir!"
"Good. Let's start our meeting, shall we?"

I learnt humility that day.
I never harassed any contractor again!
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Sometimes, we think too much of ourselves.
We raise our shoulders & arrogate more importance to ourselves.
But sooner or later, we will come crashing down.
And great may be the fall.

God helped me that mine wasn't in public, but in a cosy office in the Pent Floor of Dunes...
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One Party Chairman was once brought down to earth in public:
It was a National Event at Eagle Square.
There was protocol to be observed.
The President, the Vice, the Senate President, the Speaker & the Service Chiefs stood in line.
The short man went to stand with them...
Until a Military Officer asked him to leave.
I think that was the day he was demystified.
Where he is today?
Nobody remembers him for good.
Pride goes before destruction, scriptures say (Proverbs 16:18).

May we learn humility early in life in Jesus Name.
Amen.

Shalom!
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*HNIC: Head Nigger In Charge.
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