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Chapter 1 - The Transfer
Like any other Lagos workday, Monday morning began with noise, sweat, and half-baked optimism.
By 9 a.m., the site in Lekki was already boiling. Mixers blared, spades squeaked, and labourers shouted at one another like vendors at Mile 12.
Chapter 1 - The Transfer
Like any other Lagos workday, Monday morning began with noise, sweat, and half-baked optimism.
By 9 a.m., the site in Lekki was already boiling. Mixers blared, spades squeaked, and labourers shouted at one another like vendors at Mile 12.
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Engineer Obinna Nworgu stood by the edge of a half-poured concrete drain, hands akimbo, watching two men argue over whose batch had less water. His white helmet tilted slightly forward, making him look like a man who’d been in the sun too long and was tired of everyone’s excuses.
“Gentlemen,” he said, finally, in that crisp voice he used when he wanted laymen to know he had a degree. “Wetin dey happen for here naw, eh? Shebi I say no put am too much water, you think say concrete na pap? No provoke me o! Better mix this thing well before I mix una money!!”
The men laughed, partly from fear, partly because his Enugu-accented pidgin sounded funny when he tried to be tough.
Just then, his phone buzzed - a call from the HR manager, Mr. Akinyele.
He frowned. HR hardly ever called him directly. He was more of an email and copy-all type
Just then, his phone buzzed - a call from the HR manager, Mr. Akinyele.
He frowned. HR hardly ever called him directly. He was more of an email and copy-all type
"Engineer Nworgu,” the voice came, formal as usual but strangely rather cheerful this time, “Oga wants to see you in his office immediately.”
Obinna’s heart jumped. “Any problem, sir?”
“Not at all. Just come immediately. He said I should tell you to bring the project file too.”
Obinna’s heart jumped. “Any problem, sir?”
“Not at all. Just come immediately. He said I should tell you to bring the project file too.”
The call ended. He stared at the phone for a second, then turned to his site foreman. “Bia, Chukwudi, occupy till I come. Make nobody try use watery mix, and make sure say dem compact am well.”
Leaving the site, he found the next available minibus and hopped in.
Leaving the site, he found the next available minibus and hopped in.
On the road, Obinna's mind ran faster than the vehicle he was seated in. The MD’s office? On a Monday morning? Bring project file?
It was either trouble or good news. And in Lagos Nigeria, both sometimes came wearing the same perfume. Which will it be?
(To be continued...)
It was either trouble or good news. And in Lagos Nigeria, both sometimes came wearing the same perfume. Which will it be?
(To be continued...)
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