BANK WAHALA
Tuesday afternoon: Meeting at the office was taking so long that I started becoming angry with people asking questions and making contributions I needed to leave, I was hungry so at a point I was asked to say something.
I had what to say but I also needed to say something to the worms in my tummy so I was like "they've said what I wanted to say and I agreed with everything they've said".
The meeting was concluded and immediately I rushed out to get something to eat but lo and behold my wallet was empty I had given Sandra the last cash, so I walked to the bank, it wasn't that far.
I felt it was working hours and that the bank won't be that crowded but to my surprise it was as if they all came to prove me wrong.
When eventually it was my turn after spending what felt like an hour at the #ATM line because someone wanted to marry the machine, my card wasn't working, annoyingly it was the day my card had expired, I was to busy to notice.
I was trying to wrap my head around what happened 'oh yeah, I didn't use the card that week, I had cash at home ahh stupid me I didn't have a choice than to enter the bank, I was so starving, I could eat a whole dinosaur, I didn't even answer the security that was greeting me.
Straight to the #customer #care another cue 'what tha..' ok I had to calm down, next thing one guy neatly dressed was shouting that he needs to see the manager that he's N500 needs to be reversed hmm.
The person the customer care was currently attending wasn't understanding English He came with a translator "oh my #Lord", still on the line and checking my time I need to get a new card, redraw, eat and go back to the office.
It didn't occur to me, I could just redraw over the counter and save myself the stress for later, well I wasn't thinking.
It was my turn after 30min they attended to a lot of elderly people that couldn't see what was written in the forms, when I told them what I came to do they directed me upstairs, I felt like crying, I had wasted my time in the wrong place.
"are you kidding me" I asked in my mind.
As I walked towards the stairs looking hopeless, tired and very hungry I started murmuring saying next time I won't bring my money to the bank, the stairs looked like it led to heaven I had to loosen my tie before I die.
I got upstairs, asked for directions, went into the office with high hopes only to get a form that read 42 behind it, the lady asked me to go into the waiting room pointing to where I saw almost 20 other people waiting to get ATM cards.
I almost fainted, at this point it was either die here or die here, then my phone rang, it was my #HOD, I wasn't sure I'll make it to the office "I'll die on the road" so I didn't pick.
It was 2:30 and people kept collecting numbers and sitting down, my tommy started rumbling only for a lady sitting close to me to pull out meat pie from her bag and started eating, "wicked people everywhere".
I didn't know when I fell asleep I woke up to someone tapping me and asking me what my number was, I showed him the back of my form and he was like "oga they called your number na, u dey here de sleep" next thing I heard was 48 and someone stood up and went.
I was shocked that I ran to complain to the lady that please she had passed my number that I was asleep, she then asked the other customer to please wait so she could attend to me, and that was when the network started its own wahala.
I got the card but no network to activate it, she asked me to please wait and told the other customer to "please sit" I got up and went to stand outside, It was very certain that half of my small intestines was already eaten, I couldn't wait I left the bank completely forgetting I could redraw over the counter.
When it came to my mind, I couldn't go back into the bank it was 4pm.
I had to walk back to the office hoping I could find someone to beg for transportation at least, on getting there it was locked, no one but the security was standing there before I could say anything he was asking me "senior man anything for your boy?"
I didn't know when I grabbed him and began to punch him really hard in my mind, I just ignored him and began the walk home, it was a situation of (Father, into your hands I commit my spirit) "I don't blame people that dig holes and put money" so I said forgetting I'll need to still trek home to access the hole. 'Suffer e no de finish' was the song that came to mind as I moved as an Israeli out of #Egypt.
©️ Hope Rush Jayson
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Tuesday afternoon: Meeting at the office was taking so long that I started becoming angry with people asking questions and making contributions I needed to leave, I was hungry so at a point I was asked to say something.
I had what to say but I also needed to say something to the worms in my tummy so I was like "they've said what I wanted to say and I agreed with everything they've said".
The meeting was concluded and immediately I rushed out to get something to eat but lo and behold my wallet was empty I had given Sandra the last cash, so I walked to the bank, it wasn't that far.
I felt it was working hours and that the bank won't be that crowded but to my surprise it was as if they all came to prove me wrong.
When eventually it was my turn after spending what felt like an hour at the #ATM line because someone wanted to marry the machine, my card wasn't working, annoyingly it was the day my card had expired, I was to busy to notice.
I was trying to wrap my head around what happened 'oh yeah, I didn't use the card that week, I had cash at home ahh stupid me I didn't have a choice than to enter the bank, I was so starving, I could eat a whole dinosaur, I didn't even answer the security that was greeting me.
Straight to the #customer #care another cue 'what tha..' ok I had to calm down, next thing one guy neatly dressed was shouting that he needs to see the manager that he's N500 needs to be reversed hmm.
The person the customer care was currently attending wasn't understanding English He came with a translator "oh my #Lord", still on the line and checking my time I need to get a new card, redraw, eat and go back to the office.
It didn't occur to me, I could just redraw over the counter and save myself the stress for later, well I wasn't thinking.
It was my turn after 30min they attended to a lot of elderly people that couldn't see what was written in the forms, when I told them what I came to do they directed me upstairs, I felt like crying, I had wasted my time in the wrong place.
"are you kidding me" I asked in my mind.
As I walked towards the stairs looking hopeless, tired and very hungry I started murmuring saying next time I won't bring my money to the bank, the stairs looked like it led to heaven I had to loosen my tie before I die.
I got upstairs, asked for directions, went into the office with high hopes only to get a form that read 42 behind it, the lady asked me to go into the waiting room pointing to where I saw almost 20 other people waiting to get ATM cards.
I almost fainted, at this point it was either die here or die here, then my phone rang, it was my #HOD, I wasn't sure I'll make it to the office "I'll die on the road" so I didn't pick.
It was 2:30 and people kept collecting numbers and sitting down, my tommy started rumbling only for a lady sitting close to me to pull out meat pie from her bag and started eating, "wicked people everywhere".
I didn't know when I fell asleep I woke up to someone tapping me and asking me what my number was, I showed him the back of my form and he was like "oga they called your number na, u dey here de sleep" next thing I heard was 48 and someone stood up and went.
I was shocked that I ran to complain to the lady that please she had passed my number that I was asleep, she then asked the other customer to please wait so she could attend to me, and that was when the network started its own wahala.
I got the card but no network to activate it, she asked me to please wait and told the other customer to "please sit" I got up and went to stand outside, It was very certain that half of my small intestines was already eaten, I couldn't wait I left the bank completely forgetting I could redraw over the counter.
When it came to my mind, I couldn't go back into the bank it was 4pm.
I had to walk back to the office hoping I could find someone to beg for transportation at least, on getting there it was locked, no one but the security was standing there before I could say anything he was asking me "senior man anything for your boy?"
I didn't know when I grabbed him and began to punch him really hard in my mind, I just ignored him and began the walk home, it was a situation of (Father, into your hands I commit my spirit) "I don't blame people that dig holes and put money" so I said forgetting I'll need to still trek home to access the hole. 'Suffer e no de finish' was the song that came to mind as I moved as an Israeli out of #Egypt.
©️ Hope Rush Jayson
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