Nigerians need to start respecting themselves with this “I’m in a meeting” phrase. What meeting? Most of you are on your bed going through Instagram, in your office playing candy crush or somewhere lounging with friends. Just as I found out today
I have been calling a particular man all week because he bought product from me and has refused to pay for a long time. This is a supposedly big man who has a little over a hundred staff and goes to dubai for the weekend when he’s stressed out
Today, I decided to call him again to remind him of my payment. He eventually picked up the second time and whispered dramatically “I’m in a meeting please let me call you back”. Liar! I’ve heard that before. I know a fake whisper when I hear one. “No problem I’m on my way to your office I’ll see you soon”. I cut off the call without giving him a chance to respond. Seconds later, a text message came in “I’m not in the office. At Abuja in NNPC”
Okay…So maybe he’s not lying after all. I fixed another lunch with a colleague at a sea side hotel because I was already dressed and needed not to waste make-up and outfit.
The sea side of the hotel can be seen from the reception. So, as I got into the hotel, the first person I saw through the glass doors was Mr. Debtor drinking beer, lounging. I wondered to myself if I had unintentionally teleported to Abuja. I took a deep breath and walked in a straight line towards him. I was on the phone telling my colleague I had arrived, she asked me to look to my left and I’d see her. I looked to the left, waved at her and continued to head towards the lounge. THE DEBTOR HAD DISAPPEARED!!!
No o. I didn’t care about my heels, I picked up the pace and looked left and right immediately I pushed the glass door open. Mr Debtor had not gone too far. So I shouted his name “[Mr debtor] is this the new NNPC? He stopped in his tracks, walked back to me and said “don’t make a scene. Respect yourself” I laughed really hard and grabbed his arm nicely, walked back to where he was seated and sat with him and his friends. So I said “bring out your cheque book please. Let’s not make me ‘disrespect myself'”
He sent for his chequebook, wrote me a cheque in anger. I thanked him and bid his friends farewell. I could hear him talking furiously in hausa. Who cares, I had a “meeting” to attend.