Mr. Big Man I drove down for a meeting and walked up the stairs up to the fifth floor because the lift wasnt working and I was silently complaining as I waited to see the big man. There were others too waiting. Come and see people blowing grammar to whoever they were speaking with on phone. I had to remind myself that we were in Nigeria with the kind of accents coming from different mouths. Na wa o!! Then he walked in and there was nothing to suggest that he had issues with walking up all those stairs. He had nowhere for him to sit as all the seat were occupied so he quietly stayed by the window and leaned against the wall and no one heard what he was saying as he answered his calls. They called me in at the same time they called him in to see the big man. The big man told him they wouldnt be able to talk much as he had to catch a flight to Lagos. The man asked, Would you like to ride with me then so we can talk? Mr. Big said, How? Im flying down to Lagos so how can I ride with you? The man said, Im offering you a ride in my private jet. From their discussion, I found out that the man has other jets and they are all less than two years old. No foreign accents, no show, no notice-me and no airs. I beg, what makes you a big man is the size of who you really are. Letss stop forming jare.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 21:52:28 +0000
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