Stop The Meeting Madness

5 June 23, 2017 By Dang

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.


5 comments on “Stop The Meeting Madness

  1. Free Spirit

    I’m glad you got your money. Some people don’t have consciences at all. They can comfortably pay yet they choose to owe others.


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