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7 years ago

Must Read: Awkward Ways I Met Girls

The Unexpected.

At the time I was working with a consulting firm, freshly graduated, banks were merging and being swallowed up in a consolidation process initiated by the Central Bank of Nigeria. Some banks have consultants who do auditing and accounting processes, recruitment etc for them.

When it was time to merge with other banks, they had to reconcile all branches across the nation.

Most banks did not have the human capacity to carry out the reconcilations nationwide so they outsource such project to these consulting firms to handle.

This is how my firm came in.

This particular bank that hired us has its Head office at Lagos Island. Victoria Island specifically.

Smart peeps can start their wild guesses Lol!

Off we went on that Monday morning to the Island for briefing on the job.

Myself, my boss and other colleagues. Were were many. Such that could cover the entire nation in teams. Of course, to be that many my boss had to outsource for extra hands.

We are to collect certain data and relay direct to Head Office for merging and subsequently make manual changes on some systems in the branches for accounting. Some states have a lot of branches while some had fewer branches.

Lagos and Ibadan had very many branches.

To make the task easier, we were grouped into teams. Each team of four had a team head which “will be communicated to you later…”

we were told. And the team heads are members of staff of the bank. So each team had three people from my firm and one person from the bank who reports to the Head of Project.

My boss picked a leader among his workers in each team that would send reports to him directly. That leader for my team was me.

Though my leadership is still subject to the overall team leader, who was a staff of the bank and appointed by the bank to lead. That was the order of ranking. my other team mates from my head submitted reports to me while I in turn submitted to the Team Head to report to the Head of Project.

We had a break for lunch.

At the cafeteria, food was free but for staff of the bank alone. We (from the firm) needed to get clearance before we could eat. So we had to get off the queue and wait in clusters round some tables, very humiliating.

The queue went on while we chatted among ourselves, of course creating some attention as many of the bank workers didn’t know who we were.

A lot of lovely babes worked in this bank o!

The cafeteria was alive with activities as people moved about, ate and left. Many of the ladies in high heels, glasses, trousers and blouses, skirt suits revealing very lovely shapes. Beautiful skins that told they were being well taken care of. even my nose at some point got confused because there was just too many nice smelling fragrances coming off these beautiful chic figures.

Many of them ‘lovelies’ in here! But one seemed to have caught my attention. Nothing out of the ordinary though but she had a batty. Yes, she had this huge butt0ckz that caught my eyes and as a sure guy na, I began to assess it.

Analyzing those curves that seemed to speak directly to my eyes.That type of butt0ckz that instantly makes u think of nothing more but s*x.

She was clad in black skirt suit. A white inner blouse. But I couldn’t see her face well.

“Wow” I thought to myself
I shook it off and ran my eyes around some more.

The more I tried to ignore it, the more i got more and more attracted to it.

“Which kain wahala be this nau” I said to myself.

Just then, the authorization came and we ate.

After which we went back to the meeting room.

There were more people this time around. I soon found out the difference. The team heads from the bank had joined us. Apparently they had their own morning session elsewhere. I was grouped in Team 7. One by one the project head called out the names of team leaders who either waved or briefly stood for identification.

“Team 1, the leader is…”

On and on the teams and the corresponding name as leader was called out. It was getting boring having to hear all those and my mind began to drift. Among the people being named by the bank were mostly guys (all looking smart in their black suits and tie), there were only two ladies. One of the ladies looked a bit too old.

The other face looked like one I had seen earlier.

I was wondering which of the guys might
My mind kept wondering and wandering until I was jolted back to the meeting room when I heard…

“Team 7, your team leader will be Tega Oghaga.” A lady at the far end of the long conference table waved. I could see her properly.

I could only see she wore a white blouse and a black jacket.

“Team 8…” The Project head went on.

later, we were to be issued ID cards from the bank. The arrangements seemed like we were staff of the bank. Surely, this bank had good working ethics: Everybody called everybody by name regardless how intimidating the superior’s position is. Old or young, experienced professional or newbie.

Hmm, but that ends with the bank o, any attempt to call Mr Adekoya (my boss) by name and the next day, your colleagues will hear there are reasons why “…he couldn’t continue with us”.

After the session we at an inner meeting among the Prits Integrated Systems Ltd members of staff. We were to meet team heads in each team’s meeting the following day.

Later that same evening, I received a text message saying we were to meet next morning at 9am in meeting room 3. It read something like
“Team 7 will be meeting in meeting room 3 by 9am tomorrow morning. Please be punctual. T. Oghaga”

Next morning at 7:30, I was already there waiting cos I left home quite early at 5:30am. The AC did a good job in assisting me sleep. I rested my head on the table and took off after setting alarm on my phone…

Other colleagues started arriving and I awoke.

We were chatting at about 8:50am when the door opened and a lady wearing glasses walked in.
“Hello everybody, my name is Tega. Oghaga Tega. And I am the team leader, sorry we could not meet yesterday…”
Wait a minute I had seen this hourglass figure somewhere, I tossed at my memory. Then it hit me, yesterday at the restaurant! Ah! Imagine remembering someone by her shape tells those curves must really be unforgettable! That awkward moment when you don’t remember a lady’s face until you see her hips! Then it hits you instantly. identification by butt0ckz. Lol. Show me your butt0ckz and I’d remember your name kinda moment.

“Wow” I heard myself say under my breath.

Such a beauty up close. She was thick. Not fat, thick with a s£nsu@lity. Her skin looked soft at a glance. The type of skin oil money produced. She reminded me of Halle Berry. Dark definite eyes.

Elegant!

One by one we introduced ourselves.

“So we will start at exactly 9″ she was saying. And left.
She’s the only lady in Team 7, the rest of us are guys. Myself, Idowu (we called I.D) and Kingsley (we called KC the menace). KC is the jovial one. He cracks jokes anytime anywhere not minding who was listening. Many times his jokes are not for office environment. He’s a loud, careless talker. He’d talk about the girls he meets and many times in a very joking manner that u just end up laughing even when u know the jokes are too raw.

Soon as she left with the door barely closed behind her, KC cleared his throat in a way a guy would know what he meant.

Tega had an asss! Damn! Thick batty.

As she turned and slowly walked out, her huge batty rolled mildly. Up and down her butt0ckz went, creating a roller-coaster of feelings that cummullated in blood gushing to the pelvic region.

KC’s eyes copied. And I heard him say
“May the gods save us from the yanshes of this world”
Me and I.D bursted into laughter. KC was such character!

I caught myself quickly as I needed to keep the team on track internally.

“Let’s hope she carries the team along well. If she’s a difficult person I’ll let Mr Adekoya know if we can’t work with her” I said
“Meanwhile, who knows Ibadan well enough to navigate?” I asked.

Nobody.

Minutes later, Tega walked back in. Pencil in one hand and a writing pad in the other.

Tega looked a little older than the rest of us.

A glance at the fourth finger of her left hand, no ring. I tried to look closely if the finger had that lighter skin that the prolonged use of a marital ring produced around a finger. None. Could this mean she’s not married, and never had?

Throughout the meeting she talked like a professional with the aura of an independent woman. Her fixed hair packed to the back. Very minimal make-up. Her glasses looked recommended for an eye defect, slightly thicker than average glasses. Well, I could manage with her. She didn’t seem bad at all. She wasn’t bossy, and did not try to assert herself.

She later explained why she was chosen as leader for the team to Ibadan was that she knew Ibadan a bit well amongst other considerations.

(Or did the management know someone here wouldn’t mind such batty?..)

Through the week we had trainings by the bank’s staff. By Friday we had known Tega well enough. She wasn’t judgmental at all. I’m sure she’s a leader somewhere cos she was so natural at coordinating things and seemed to know how to deal with people. Even when u didn’t catch on to something fast, she took her time to explain it. Soon, though KC still passed side comments about her fine shape, he had come to learn a lot from her. KC was the slowest learner among us, yet the craziest.

We were to leave on Monday. Although we were not given any official vehicle from Lagos, official vehicles were waiting in Ibadan, provided by the branches we were to work while we were at the branch.

Enough money had been made available to Tega for the round trip and all expenses (feeding, accommodation etc) had been arranged. While the bank made money available, Prit Intergrated Systems Ltd made money available to me for the project too as the leader of the team. So money was not a problem at all. We were well ‘over stocked’ with money.

Other teams headed north, east and south-south were put in flights to major cities with airports, from there they’d connect their destinations.

We met at the Head Office at 7am to collect material we needed and by 7:30 we were in a taxi headed to Ojota park to charter a car.

That old park in Ojota on the right, after the bridge from Maryland, Lagos. It was a very dusty park. I had two bundles of N500 notes in my bag that morning while the rest were cooling off in a temporary ATM meant for the project alone and couldn’t be used once the money in it was all withdrawn.

Tega definitely had something higher. Chicken feed compared to the money made available for the entire week project which was cooling off in my account with instant access through ATM if need be.

The idea is that nothing must hinder you being at the branch at the time slated. ‘You must deliver and on time’. No lateness. No excuses. We were to be in the branch 12noon that same day and we were to spend one week to cover all the branches in Ibadan. Iwo road, Dugbe, UCH area etc. That was a whole lot of work.

We chartered a Peugeot 504 for 15,000 Naira.

That classic interstate traveler. KC sat in front, myself and ID sat on same seat. Tega ‘the boss’ sat at the back seat. With our bags loaded in the boot…

We left for Ibadan.