Greener Pastures

I quit my job for greener pastures as my people would say. It was not an easy decision. I had become comfortable in the job. I had more sales, it had exceeded that of Lora and although I couldn’t buy a car, my salary was now N200,000 from commissions in good months and on bad bad months it was about N90,000. It was nice taking into consideration that each internet bundle I sold was an average of N10,000 and my commission was just 10% of each sales, you do the maths. All months were not as good but the month I earned N200,000 was when I had a rethink. Lora was angry with me, maybe she was not angry but just envious. How else could I explain the nasty look she gave me each time I approached her for advise.

She was unwilling to talk and the environment became too hostile for me. I tendered my resignation letter but this was not before I got another job as the personal assistant to a Managing Director of an IT firm.

The salary was N300,000 and, it was not tied down to sales. I even heard that they give end of the year package and it was not limited to people who had worked with them for over a year.

Lora bumped into me and my resignation letter fell off my hands. She quietly picked it and read it.

‘So, it is true you are leaving. You won’t last a minute in that new job of yours.’ She hissed.

‘Goodbye Lora.’ I said and walked with my head held high like a princess.

I was due to resume in my new place of work at the start of the next month. I had one month vacation with my family. Now my family comprised my Greg, my mom and the three children. They were all in school and my mom took care of the home. We did our best. She sold food stuff and provisions at the corridor of our house. I got her a shop. It was about N5,000 per month. She was happy when I broke the news to her.

“My daughter, God will bless you. He will keep you for me. Nothing bad will ever happen to you.” She prayed.

“Amen.” I muttered.

Her business was going on well and we were happy although we had little to eat and drink but we were always merry. The past was behind us.

By floramichaels

Hi, I am Flora Ngo-Martins. I love writing and I am passionate about fashion, stories, news and food. Sometimes I get a little bit serious but that's alright, I can also be mischievous. I also like to analyse stuffs people do and sometimes judge.*wink* Most of all, I love to influence the lives of people positively and tell people's stories from a totally different perspective. Feel free to contact me if you have any suggestions or....

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