DESPERATE LESSONS
I was 19 years old at the time, waiting to gain admission
into the university. I'd never been one to sit around doing nothing plus I
desperately needed the money. So, I asked around for available jobs and a
church member told me to check a new spot where an eatery was about to be set
up by one of the top members of the church. I checked it out and was hopeful about being the cashier and also get to
use the computer: this was in the 90s and I was among the few who had learnt
how to use the computer. I was asked to return the next day before 9AM for
the interview, along with other people of various age grades.
From Surulre I headed for Costain and I arrived
by 8AM. However, other DESPERADOS like me we already there waiting for their fate to be decided by the boss. After an hour and thirty minutes crawled by, we met with the boos, lady...
This woman, you could tell from the nature of her skin that she was of
the high-class society. She smelt, spoke and walked expensively, telling all of us present what and what not to do. There were guys my age
and women my mother’s age and I wondered what they were there to do. My wonder
became a scary land when some of us were asked to do the dishes. The guys chose to do
the cleaning of the house which seemed to be this woman’s and the older women there
were asked to cook the foods that were going to be used for the opening of this new eatery. I
was at first reluctant but thought "oh maybe this was part of the interview." So
I joined this wacky train whose destination we knew nothing about.
From 10AM, we were there washing plates. Then it
turned 12 noon and the plates just kept on coming from nowhere. The guys kept
on cleaning and the women were still there cooking variety of foods while the boss worked hard monitoring every thing we did.We had
not eaten breakfast. Every time I heard the rumble in my stomach, the words of the boss would set my brain aright: “nobody
should even dare to steal or taste any food (even the women cooking).” This chorus went on and on so much that I wished for the soloist to change track!
It was obvious that this was a startup restaurant but what
was more obvious was the fact that it was going to be run by a witch from hell.
We kept on working and by now; 3pm, my hands were numb from washing. I could
feel the cold creeping into my system and my back ached because we weren’t
given even a seat to be comfortable in while we worked.
One thing about work is that it steals time away
too quickly. We had all been there for 8 hours without food and we did not even
realize it until this woman announced that we were going to keep working till
7pm and if there was any food remaining for the day, then we’d get something to
eat. It then dawned on me that all this while the food and plates were going
and coming from the main restaurant. This woman did not want to pay for labour
that was why she told us it was an interview and we fell head over head over heels because of desperation.
There was nothing to think further. The dream of
pressing a computer and being a cashier fell from my eyes as tears, as I
dropped the plate in my hands like a ghost and headed home without anyone noticing, not
looking back. I got on a bus and the tears just kept running down. There was
nothing like shame left in my bones, just sadness. I was sad for not being in
school learning. I was sad for coming from a poor background and I was sad for
allowing myself be used by that woman.
I did not wash plates for almost a month
after that incident…
I would ask myself sometimes: "was I the foolish one for failing at the interview or were the ones who waited behind just senseless? Why didn't anyone of us stand up to that woman for dehumanizing us like that?
A Shared Experience.
Don't Forget to Be Honest!
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