My driver is a Kanuri man from Borno state. Mohammed Markata is 70 years old and a Muslim. He drives me and my children to school and work every day. Baba Mohammed will never miss a 6am appointment. He is disciplined enough to arrive 15minutes before time. I have found him to be trustworthy that I could leave my bag with any sum in it, and I will meet it intact.
Two weeks ago, I had given him a leave off work to mourn his father since then; I have been at the mercy of Ayo, who was employed only a month ago.
Ayo, 40years old, is an indigene of Warri in Delta state. He is supposed to be a ‘brother’ right?
Well, he is NOT.
Ayo represents everything against work ethics. He reports to work late. He lies. He is mouthy and manipulative. I hold on to my handbag no matter how brief my next engagement. Even though I am driven by a ‘brother’ from the South-South.
This morning, I am grateful for my upbringing, which informs my detribalized ideals. My father could have passed for an Igbo man, with his fluid knowledge of the language and culture, having schooled almost all his life in the south- East, except for his Masters and PhD in UI with his teaching days in Ilorin.
My mother on the other hand, speaks Hausa fluently and is effortlessly inclined to the Yoruba tribe. My background has helped me to treat people on the merits of their character. This is why my best friends are Yoruba and Fulani. My man is proudly Egba. My Mentor is Wanba Nassarawa. And by best buddy is an Ibadan man.
I would have stopped living, the day I choose an inept Oron man against a very qualified Ogori person.
I am above religious and ethnic manipulation. This why I have already on my desk, Ayo’s sack letter. I will work with Mohammed until he gives me a reason not to.
POSTED BY PROGRESS OKUK, THE WRITER IS A SOUTHERNER FROM AKWA IBOM AND MARRIED TO WESTERNER.