Over the weekend, I got outta town with a group and happened to share my hotel room with a young man who was also part of the trip. After settling in, we got talking about life in general. He’s a driver attached to one of the bosses of a finance house based in Lagos. During the discussion, he eventually disclosed his salary to me & I instantly felt sorry for myself.
"His salary is 4times my salary" …sorry; “his salary is my salary multiplied by 4”. I mean, “my salary is a quarter of his”. If you still don’t get it, what I’m saying is that “my 4-month take home (as the “Superstar OAP”) is what he gets monthly (as a driver)”. Na wa oooo. Me sef sabi drive nau.
…& I have a BSc and some other professional certificate jargons as well.. Not even sure he has any of those.
"His salary is 4times my salary" …sorry; “his salary is my salary multiplied by 4”. I mean, “my salary is a quarter of his”. If you still don’t get it, what I’m saying is that “my 4-month take home (as the “Superstar OAP”) is what he gets monthly (as a driver)”. Na wa oooo. Me sef sabi drive nau.
…& I have a BSc and some other professional certificate jargons as well.. Not even sure he has any of those.
Well, my point is, “being a driver / cook / security man (& the likes) is not always as bad as we think".
Let’s simply call this write-up, “You’re Not A Big Man (Pt 2). If you missed Part 1, you can read it here: http://bit.ly/1oWBGPU & kindly watch this space for my next write-up which drops next week. This time around, it’s an open letter (not to the government! Not to any politician! Not to any entertainer! Not even to God! In short, it’s not to anyone alive at the moment!) “then who?”, you might wanna ask. Well, you’d have to wait and see.
God bless you and yours! wink emoticon
By the way, if you find any ‘lucrative’ job opening for a driver, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I CAN DRIVE TOO.
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