So early last year I went looking for job. I just need something to start with. I finally found myself working in one of the private schools in pipeline slums.
This was a family owned institution, where the director and principal were a couple.
Apparently, the director was a young man married to an older woman.
The school had a large population, but the students were not charged too much. And this is very normal for schools in such areas, as bigger portion of the population around them are peasants. That said, you sure my remuneration wouldn’t be anything to smile at. All my motivation was intrinsic.
The first month ended, and as expected the directors called me to their office, presumably, to pay me.
After a short discussion, I issued a complaint to them, that whatever they offered was too little. They told me not to worry.
Then they brought in their complaint which to me seemed overstated. They told me that students had been complaining that they couldn’t understand my language. Then I was like, WTF. I asked her, madam do you mean I’m poor in English or what exactly are they complaining about? “You ain’t poor in grammar and that’s not what I meant. If that was the case, they would not realize cause their grammar is poor too. But students have always been complaining that your wording and vocabulary is too deep and complicated, they don’t understand. So following this, we’ve had a seating as the management and agreed on, giving you some time to think about this, then we’ll call you”
I gave the simplest reply, "madam, I know what you mean, thank you and all the best. " I took my cash, handed over their stationery and walked away. And that’s how I lost the job
Immediately after high school I got a mjengo job laying tiles kwa a new hotel. I did a good job and the manager akaskia osungu.dll yangu imeweza nikapewa job ya bartender. Sasa sikuwa naelewa pombe na cocktails etc…I used to mix kienyeji and most customers did not mind. Siku moja mzungu fulani, a major business associate wakakam na boss kukunywa hapo. Akaonja pombe akaspit, “Waristhis!!!”… boss akaniambia nichukue hiyo 5k iko kwa till na nisiwahi onekana kwa hiyo premises tena…even as a customer.
yangu ni contract iliisha ghafla, the project (was a fixed 3 year contract to deliver this particular project) we were working on was abandoned when the business realized the business case was not making sense with every passing day…too many variables which were either ignored or overlooked initially.
here i was, jobless 8 months into this new job…n rembr i had turned down a permanent job (was paying way less) coz this contract was paying me well, n being a big firm the experience to boost my cv was all i needed.
Some years back nilikuwa naroll na macolleagues na workmates wa my sister (she’s 11 years older) wote walikuwa wajaka. Walikuwa wanamix napoleon na Lime juice alafu wanaiita Komo aka camouflage. Weh, hiyo kitu hauwezi maliza glass mbili. Inageuka situation zile za watu wanakumbuka story in bits sasa kila mtu anachangia hadi mahali anakumbuka.
Mimi niliwachishwa kazi kwa sababu staff had more confidence in me than the managers among them wazungu. Shida yoyote ikitokea mimi ndio ninaitwa nisolve hao managers wakishindwa mpaka wakawa wananipigia direct nisolve isdues. Jamaa alikuwa na hopes za promotion akaona hazikuji na manager aliniambia live nataka kumnyanganya kazi wakaanza kunichomea kwa proprietor. Mwenyewe anakuja kuuliza staff nini inaendelea anaambiwa mimi niko sawa wivu ndio inamaliza watu. Aliniita kando, akanipa mshahara ya mwezi mzima, token plus bonus za manager na akaniambia amechoka kupigiwa simu every ten minutes.
