Chapter 3: Gen Z Tactics

The next day, she come confess to me, almost give me heart attack. I sharply reject her:

As she open mouth, I almost pour coffee for body. I just sharply clear throat, say, “No vex, abeg. E no go work.” I sidon tight, dey pray make she carry herself go jejely.

I never waka far when I hear her dey complain with her phone: “I don already confess to oga. Will he, as una talk, now come dey fear to give me work tomorrow?”

She even dey use fake American accent dey do IG Live. Na wah o! My office don turn reality TV set.

“So, overall, this work still dey alright.”

E shock me. After all the drama, she still dey act like everything normal. Who dey teach these children tactics?

I just shock:

My mouth hang, I no fit talk. I just dey pray make HR carry am go another branch. She dey cook plan, dey act movie, I dey survive by grace.

This new generation sef. All these their games na straight ticket to sack letter.

In my time, you go dey respect boss, hide feelings, dey thank God for work. But these ones? Na them dey write their own rulebook, dey find shortcut anyhow.

Next day, I give her normal work, but who fit know say half month later, Halima Musa go craze for public, accuse me say I dey do anyhow with her:

All this time, e be like say she dey keep receipt, dey gather evidence. Na so she just burst for company group chat with voice note, start her wahala.

“I don do enough—night, for bed, on top table, even for office you no gree leave me, day time you still dey pile work on top me. I don tire!”

Even security man wey dey sweep hear am, begin dey avoid my eye. Janitor sef dey dodge my office.

She dey talk rubbish, nobody fit stop her:

Everybody fear social media wahala. People just dey screenshot, dey forward. Nobody wan talk make e no turn to online dragging.

Na so butterfly effect start: my wife hear, go premature labour, both mama and pikin die. Company stock price crash, I go bankrupt, my name spoil everywhere:

For this Lagos, na one tweet dem need to spoil your name. Before I fit talk, my landlord dey call me say dem no dey rent house to man wey dey trend for bad thing.

Internet people dey use me do lesson for stubborn men, say na me scatter my own family and life:

Sahara Reporters, Linda Ikeji Blog—everybody dey use my story preach. “Men, fear women!” “See your life outside!”

Meanwhile, the real person wey cause wahala dey form innocent.

She dey do pity face for her own page. “I be victim. I just want peace.” Na only God go judge.