BasketMouth. HoL 171

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Humans of Lagos

"My boss being a politician is good with words. He's well known and the masses revere him for his oratory skill. Though we think of him as 'all talk but no action', this opinion of ours do not count in the eyes of the multitude that have sort of canonized him.

Most times, he is the opposite of every speech he delivers to the public.

One day, he promised free medical check-up for a community, just to boost his political presence. He made us, his staff, the health care deliverers. Though he had not enough medical materials to aid this task, we had no choice but to go.

On site, we knew we would not be able to cater to everyone that showed up. Nonetheless, we started our job, attended to the few that we were able to serve, and announced to the rest that we were out of supplies.



Suddenly, we were mobbed. They chanted that we diverted their philanthropist aid for our personal use. We were called thieves and saboteurs. Some of my colleagues were beaten into a coma. I was lucky to escaped but not without losing an eye. We got no compensation from our boss, and the masses will never believe our story.

The point is, be careful when working for an overly ambitious person, lest he sacrifice you to meet his goals.

© FERT, 2019"

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