I just could not help but post this……
It had been a very uneventful day. I got to work and as per usual I had things to do. I decided to get down to business and after a war broke out in my stomach. There were several casualties, the main one, ME! I rushed downstairs to eat my food. I did so in record time and decided to go back upstairs. After about 15mins, there was a lot of noise downstairs. I decided to do ‘gbeborun’. On getting downstairs, I found out the receptionist and the cleaner were the ones fighting.
Let’s call the receptionist Titi and the cleaner Mama Ify . The conversation went thus:
Titi: Mama Ify I don dey warn you since make you no they follow me talk anyhow.
Mama Ify: who you be? Who you be wey I no go fit follow you talk?
((((((Shouting on each other)))))))))
Then the admin manager steps in and asks to find out the reason for the fight ….
Mama Ify: Titi chop ma food
At this point I laughed so hard that tears came to my eyes.
Admin Manager: Is that why the two of you are shouting?
Titi: Sir, she abused me.
Admin Manager: Mama Ify, why did u abuse her?
Mama Ify: Why she chop my food?
Admin Manager: It doesn’t mean you should abuse her. Apologise to her.
Mama Ify: Over my dead body. Shey na because she don dey give u breast make you press dat na why you wan make I apologise? Oga no be only you they press the breast ooooo, gateman sef dey press am…….
At this point I ran back upstairs as the situation became very awkward.
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