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Now, that’s professionalism
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I was inside the building of P1, Wimax one afternoon and while waiting for my stuff to be dealt with at the counter, a negro in a tight-fitting white tee stood beside me and asked
Considering the fact that he was filling in a form, I figured that it was nothing but a innocent question. So I answered
The next thing I knew, he began badgering me with questions like
“Do you live nearby?”
(Note that this was an outright lie)
“Oh, I live very far away too.
Where exactly do you live?”
I began to feel uncomfortable & blurted out a random location
“I write a lot”
“Wow that’s so cool. I write too.
Nice fantasies, so you publish books?”
“I’m not that kind of writer.
More to a journalist”
“Oh we have so many things in common!
I was a journalist too back in my country”
Feeling annoyed, my sarcasm took over
I began to fake an urgent phone call and “had to attend to it immediately”.
My “call” took almost half an hour but that ass was still waiting for me. When I returned to the counter to continue the transaction, I told the staff to hold me up a lil longer because I’m avoiding him
After waiting for another 20 minutes, he walked right up to me at the counter
He winked and said
need to have a word with you”
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