"When agents pitch to you about working in Saudi Arabia, they will tell you great things about the place; they’d tell you that you can work as a nurse or paint some decent jobs to you.
They would also tell you about the huge amount of money that you would be paid.
When you earn N10,000 per month in Nigeria and someone says you can earn N150,000 per month, the idea of traveling begins to look enticing.
My brother, it is all mostly lies.
My first job when I got to Saudi Arabia was to be a care-giver, to take care of an aged woman in diapers. The aged woman I was to take care of was the mother of my boss.
Upon my arrival, I was told that I couldn’t own a phone and so my boss seized my phone.
I protested that I’d need to speak with my people back at home and so I was allowed to use the phone once a week and that was on Fridays.
The crazy thing about it all was that I could only call one person every Friday. I wasn’t cool with the arrangement and so we dragged the
matter back and forth. In the end, I was allowed to buy my own sim and keep a phone that wouldn’t run WhatsApp. With that phone, I could only check Facebook.
Not only that, in Saudi Arabia, you’re not allowed to go out at all. On no account should you ever go out.
If I needed anything, I’d write a list and my boss would get the items for me. I stepped into my boss’ compound on my first day of work and that compound became my world. I had been trapped.
So even though when I was taking the job, the job description was to be a caregiver,
...in reality, I was the maid that took care of everything in my boss’ house. I’d do the dishes, cook, vacuum the floor, do the laundry, and scrub the walls sparkling clean till it was spotless.
Not only did I work in the apartment but it was my responsibility to keep the
compound clean as well. I was also the one saddled with the task of washing the cars.
My boss had nine children and she has about twenty-five grand children in all.
The first frustrating part of the job was that one grand child could say he wants a particular food and
another grand child would say he wants a different food and the way they will order you around, it was so disgusting.
In my boss’ compound, there are three buildings. The first building is occupied by one of my boss’ sons – he is married with two kids.
His younger brother also had an apartment in that first building. This younger brother was married too. They had a son already and at the time I was in the house she was pregnant.
Whenever I was done, I’d then go to the sons’ apartments and do the same work in each apartment.
Whenever I was done and I returned to my boss’ building to rest, I may get there to discover that the kids in the house have turned the whole house upside down while I was away working in the other building; that means that I’d have to start the chores all over again.
Let me put it in perspective for you:
it could take up to 4-5hours to wash the dishes, pots and to tidy up the kitchen. I would have completed the whole thing and while I am away at the other buildings working my sock off, the children in the first
building (where I had worked for hours) would have scattered the kitchen.
As I return exhausted from the other building, I have to resume back at the kitchen I had already cleaned and I’d begin to wash all over again.
Sometimes I would see the mess they have made and
I’d just burst into tears.
Cleaning the sitting room was always a serious deal. I would single-handedly remove all the furniture out of the sitting room and then I’d get the hose, connect it to the water source to channel water into the sitting room.
I’d get scrubbing brush and soap and begin to scrub the floor and all walls of the apartment.
By the time I am done doing all these chores, I’d be so worn out. By, say 2am, when I am going to sleep, my boss may then call me to help massage her body and yet I had to be up early.
If I am still giving massages by 2am, please how many hours do I have left to sleep?"
The man mentioned a Muslim name as the person who had used the phone to call and that he wasn’t at home but that when he got back home he'd let the caller call back.
I didn’t know anyone in Dubai by that name. It was when the man allowed her to call me back that I
found out that it was my friend!
What I didn’t know was that she had told her boss that she had an elder sister in Dubai. My friend is Christian but in the Arab world, it is not advisable that you provide a name that is not Islamic and so she had adopted the Muslim name
which the man had mentioned over the phone.
We began to talk but she couldn’t talk freely, her boss was right next to her – anything she said that sounded suspicious could get her into more trouble.
Luckily the man walked away and we could talk freely.
I had spent two years in Saudi Arabia and I had nothing to show for it. I came to the country to work and earn some money but there I was in the airport with nothing. I called the big sister.
She told me to use my remaining money to buy a train ticket from Saudi Arabia to Dubai.
The big sister met me at the train station and welcomed me. She was the one who connected me with a family in Dubai where I worked for a year.
The purpose was so as to, at least,
earn some money that I could come back home with. In this family, the work was still much but there was ease too – I had a measure of freedom, I could use my phone with no hassles and I was paid my salaries.
The sister however warned me that when I was ready to leave I should
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"Sometimes we’d go to the desert and spend some two, three days and the cold in the desert is indescribable. Whenever we are going to the desert, we will pack so many bags you’d think we were leaving for the moon.
Sometimes we wouldn’t even spend more than a few hours in the desert yet they would pack everything they can pack.
A whole car is loaded with boxes and everything they believe they’d need to replicate their home in the desert.
It didn’t matter if we’d only be
spending a few hours in the desert - they didn’t care! They still expected you to cook several dishes as though we were back at home.
While you’re moving up and down through the sand in the scathing evening cold, these guys just sit down, cross their legs doing
"The worst period of work was during Ramadan. If you work within a house, just take it that you will not sleep for the whole period of the Ramadan.
The thing about the Arabs is that they love to see all sorts of meals on their table even if
no one would eat it - so we’d set a grand table that has all sorts of meals.
On the day the fast starts, I’d begin to prepare sahur from around 11pm the previous day and I will cook all through the midnight till about 3am.
Now when sahur is over, I’d begin to
wash all the plates, bowls, cutlery and pots used to serve and eat. All of that washing and cleaning up will start from when sahur is over till about 9am.
Then I’d resume cleaning the compound, washing cars etc., that could last for another 2-3hours.
This is the story of @AdewaleYusuf_ and how he began what has become the biggest tech media company in Africa - Techpoint Africa.
He was magnanimous enough to share every detail - the good, bad & ugly and over the next 4 days, I'll be reposting the story here.
Here is 1/4
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“People meet me and think I am one ajebota. I am not. My father had a block industry while growing up and I was always at hand to help me. My mother was a trader and so growing up was just the regular life. We lived within our means, no extravagance, no luxurious lifestyle.
Just the normal quiet, regular life.
After graduating from Loyola College in 2004, I couldn’t advance my education to the tertiary level at the time because there was no financial resources to do so at the time. I was introduced to computers in Ibadan. My father had a friend