I had a meeting this morning with a big boy to talk about a job.
During the meeting, an antique car passed by the bistro and we talked briefly about antique vehicles. He told me a rather interesting story...
During the meeting, an antique car passed by the bistro and we talked briefly about antique vehicles. He told me a rather interesting story...
He worked in Abuja for a decade, and when he moved back to Lagos at the end of 2019, he felt he needed a driver, so he hired one.
Now, Oga has an antique 1968 Mercedes Benz W115 convertible, Wilma, which he drives once in a while when the weather (and traffic) permit.
Now, Oga has an antique 1968 Mercedes Benz W115 convertible, Wilma, which he drives once in a while when the weather (and traffic) permit.
A few months ago, his new driver, let's call him Bob, took Wilma for a spin and bashed her.
Even worse, Bob didn't tell Oga the fate that had befallen his beloved Wilma.
He simply put her back under the tarpaulin and said nothing.
Even worse, Bob didn't tell Oga the fate that had befallen his beloved Wilma.
He simply put her back under the tarpaulin and said nothing.
About a month later, on a Sunday morning after a night of rain, Oga decided to take Wilma out for a spin, and lo and behold, after removing the tarpaulin, there was Wilma, in a pool of her own engine oil, with a dent, a broken radiator, and a cracked oil sump.
Oga flew into a rage, but after Bob did the dobale, blamed poor Lucifer, and begged, Oga relented, and had Wilma towed to a specialised mechanic for repairs.
The bill came to just under ₦500k, and being that it was Wilma, Oga paid without demur.
The bill came to just under ₦500k, and being that it was Wilma, Oga paid without demur.
Two months after, and Oga had still not seen Wilma, so he called Bob to ask how far. This was the week of Easter, so Oga had given Bob the week off.
Bob did not answer. Oga called again after a while, and Bob had switched his phone off.
Bob did not answer. Oga called again after a while, and Bob had switched his phone off.
This unacceptable situation continued for two more days, so Oga decided to call the mechanic, Ayo, directly.
Upon receiving the call, Ayo dropped a bombshell. Bob came last Friday, said that Oga had dashed him the car and that he wanted to sell it.
Upon receiving the call, Ayo dropped a bombshell. Bob came last Friday, said that Oga had dashed him the car and that he wanted to sell it.
Bob even came with the buyers, he had taken money from them, and so they started to take Wilma away.
Ayo said nothing, but by Monday, Ayo's boss, Habeeb, looked at the situation and said, "Nobody who has a car like this will sell it to this kind of people. Don't let them take any more of Wilma away until the owner comes and confirms."
Yes, Bob had sold Wilma to metal workers, and they were in the process of butchering her.
Let's just say, it hasn't ended well for neither Bob nor the metalworkers.
What is the lesson here?
Some people don't understand value.
The only person I'm pissed at in this story is Ayo.
How can you fix a car for ₦500k then allow some idiot to sell it for ₦120k?
What is the lesson here?
Some people don't understand value.
The only person I'm pissed at in this story is Ayo.
How can you fix a car for ₦500k then allow some idiot to sell it for ₦120k?
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