#Nikesh-Writes

  I met Keshia Johnson in Tannersville; Pennsylvania. She was the CEO/Manager of an ever-growing and reputable children’s daycare, and she also ran verification for some higher authorities.   From her job description; you would know that she had nobody’s time; not even me. The day I walked into her office, it took her about 45 minutes of moving from one place to another, to actually sit down and talk with me.   “I can’t employ you” she said; “you’ll be leaving for your country in a few weeks time, so there won’t be any need to train you for the job which I do.   Every other person would have gotten up to leave; but I sat, staring at her directly in the eyes; and then I spoke;   “I’m willing to do any other thing for you aside working in your organization. I’m ready to work”   “Do you have the strength to work?” She asked; an indication that I was in for something tasking. I nodded affirmatively, and that’s how I started working for Keshia.   I never kn...

  Photo by Specna Arms on Unsplash  https://unsplash.com/@specna_arms_4s No matter how hard I tried to avoid them, I was always attracted to military men, and I ended up marrying Jim, a high-ranking officer. The day I lost him; I felt like the whole world was over for me. I hadn’t even enjoyed my marriage for so long; I was only 4 months pregnant for him when he left. It was devastating. My mind went back to how it all started; since my childhood, I just had this attraction towards uniformed individuals; maybe because of the films I watched, or that I suddenly became strangely obsessed with them.  My institution of study happened to be close to an army barracks and on one of such busy days, while I was going back to my lodge from the school, I met him. He was sitting under a stout tree with another uniformed man; their guns lying on the ground close to their feet. The duo kept discussing in raised voices. I overheard and understood what they were saying, perfectly. It was...

  Photo by  Christian Holzinger  on Unsplash Zara was a thorn in the flesh. I learnt that she wasn’t an approachable individual, that she was harsh and usually insulted other colleagues occasionally.  Once, I was told that she was involved in a fight with one Mr. Robinson, a high-ranking officer in the organization where I worked in. The fight had taken place a few weeks before I was employed, and I also got to know that she had gone home that fateful day with a swollen face. “That day was something else,”  Mr.Obiora, one of my colleagues said to me. We sat around my table; my laptop facing me; while we talked. “It was even recorded” he added. “You mean she fights?” “Ha, you needed to see Mr Robinson’s clothes that day; all torn and in a sorry state” “Didn’t they relieve her of her job?” I asked with more curiosity and surprise. “Shhhh!” The expression on his face indicated that I wasn’t meant to say such and that I should never say such again.  Mr Obiora q...