I sadly watched their Human Resource Manager throw All application letters from different applicants in the trash bin!
Part I.
Along Rashid Khamis Road sits a mega luxurious hotel that once employed me as a Receptionist from 2012 to 2014. I was a University graduate who majored in Journalism and Mass communication and had walked miles from one media house to another almost every day dropping my curriculum Vitae (CV) hoping to get a job in one of the best media houses in Kampala but I was Wrong!.
🎥FLASH 🔙…………
Oh yeah! The last media house I dropped my CV at dried the last drops of hope and passion I had for Journalism because I sadly watched their Human Resource Manager throw All application letters from different applicants in the trash bin!. Daaamn! Who in their rightful mind would do such a thing in the presence of applicants?!. She didn’t care about our emotions. We were so hurt by her evil act that some of us silently cried in agony.
My friends and I checked the trash bin and picked our application envelopes up, dusted them off and left the Devil’s room in pain.
We wished that Tall, Curved, chocolate skinned and stammering Runyankole accented woman knew how much time and energy we had invested in those application letters right from buying blue Bic pens, Envelopes, L.C letters, photo copies of our IDs and School Transcripts etcetera, wouldn’t have done what she did!.
We regretted having walked in to that devilish office that day but we would do nothing about it… Anyway! Uhm… The poor have no right to sneeze in public lest they infect the rich with their bacterial disease!.
Having had my last trial at that media house, I changed my game plan. I would now hunt for another job regardless of how it looked like so long as it paid me well and kept my dignity, Godliness and personality in shape!. I became a cashier/Attendant at one Makerere University student’s food kiosk (“Restaurant”) in Kikoni.
That job was gotten for me by my neighbour who was also a MUK student who knew how much i needed a job! I had told him about it.
So I made my first appearance at my new office🙈 by 6am to start working. My boss man guided me on how to run his “restaurant” before he went to school which was a few miles away from the kiosk.
I worked at the kiosk for 3 months as i looked for a better paying job that would help me save enough money to start up my own dream business. My dream business had a ray of light from the daily Ugx500 I dropped in my metallic box(something like a piggy bank). 🙈 I was paid my “salary” on a daily basis and it was very hard for me to save. I sometimes found myself “eating” all the “salary ” in a way I didn’t even understand. That’s why i pinched myself to a rule of dropping a Ugx500 coin in my bank every day without excuses!. It worked out for me.
One of my best memories on this particular night of July, 2012 is when Chance struck through my window with great news through a phone call at 8:30pm that I would go for an interview the next day at the hotel i had applied as a receptionist. Uh la la! I danced around our single room and even broke my only cup in the house besides Bae’s cup which I accidentally kicked as i danced backwards to a lingala song by Kofi Olomide.🙈😂
It didn’t matter anymore because I would buy another cup according to how i strongly felt inside me that I had already gotten employed in that hotel!. You could see the confidence in my eyes that sparkled with tears of joy and enthusiasm in my next journey of life.
My boyfriend worked at a certain petrol station and earned cartoon salary. In fact the difference between his financial status and mine was as thick and straight as an intergluteal cleft(butt crack)!. I mean, We both worked but earned for house rent, food, Electricity and clothes etc. There was nothing like ” BETTER FUTURE” written on our mind if we continued to work in such places….
But well, life is a journey, people have to walk, crawl, run, fly and swim in order to our final destinations at different paces. So appreciate your speed and wish other Athletes Goodluck as they run past you to the end point because they have trained(Worked) alot to be where they are today unlike those who cheat the whole game!(“Ani akumanyi” “Mwaana wa gundi” “mpaka nkuwe employers” /Job harassment etc). This category of athletes/workers don’t deserve the Champion’s Trophy or medals not even certificates of merit!. 😏
But you still want to know more about my man, right? He he he… See your life! 😂
He was a private guy, so I can’t tell you much but the little i can share is… He had that dark skin adonis look going on, dark eyes that made me weak at the knees, the heart of a lion and the soul of an angel that made him look fairly few inches taller than me which I liked.
He was muscular with an almost perfectly symmetrical face and of Itesot heritage that showed in his features and body type. Everyone at work or in the neighbourhood loved and easily got drawn to him.
I could see it in the way they hang on his words and reciprocated his smile so quickly. They wanted to be close to him just like I did.
If he wanted to, he could have had more friends than hours in a day but for the most part, he just wanted me and for that I felt truly honored. I think He could have had almost anyone, say….. A girl with a bigger bust, smaller waist, Afro or tinted hair and more self-confidence but he still chose me over them slay Queens of our regime. 😂
But wait! Men don’t age as fast as women.
Do they?
He he he unlike the Eve culture that held a special dialogue with the snake!. We’re over the hill at twenty six and the Adams are still good till sixty, more if they stay trim. Apparently, my love was enough for him in all aspects of life.
(Dear Reader, You gerrit? Irriz what Irriz!
My man wanted me, PeriodT!. 🙈).
My Ancestors were pleased with me so I finally got a high end job which I told my boyfriend about. He was so happy for me but had no idea where that hotel was located even after putting all my high school Geography course on paper!, Could he have deliberately refused to understand or it was unidentified syndrome scientists should have tackled earlier to save the future?!. Nevertheless, With all my fake or Genuine smiles I could wear while at my front desk attending to our guests were all meant to keep me at that job whether by hook or crook!. Ha ha ha…
That job on itself was a life changing trip itinerary i don’t regret to have embarked on.
I interacted with all sorts of personalities from allover the world so long as they chose to stay at our Luxury hotel. I once encountered an angry South Sudanese guest whose water heater and Air conditioner(AC) had failed to work.
The tall, rich melanated skinny man with tribal marks/Scars carefully drawn allover his forehead and cheeks almost slapped my teeth out without remorse! 😂😂😂
“You! This hotel is puckin pake!(Fucking fake) My wora(water) is cold and my A-chee (pronounce that word as a 1 year old child) is not working! What the puck!(F*ck!).
Did i fay(pay) my money to be treat like tis(this)?. I am Shecking(checking) out now! Give me beck(back) my puckin money and call your manager! I can’t C-leaf(read” sleep”) in tis puckin hotel!”.
Mr. Madeng Deng(not real name😜) complained as he reached out to me in my cubicle. His intention was to slap me but I was very quick to notice that and bent down for safety(nagwa cover! 😜).
I called one of the house keepers to go to with him back to his room and check why his heater and AC weren’t working. The house keeper switched them on and came back laughing and told me that the guest hadn’t switched them on mbu he hadn’t seen the switch nor the A-Chee, oops! I mean AC remote! 😂.
Later that night, Mr. Madeng called me on the room intercom in a low voice to apologise for his bad temper.
“Hello Mariah, Flease(please) I am cho chorry(so sorry) por(for) my bad temfer (Temper). I just had a bad night because my Cars got stick(Stuck) in Dubai so i need to fay(pay) more money to clear tem(them) .
But Flease Porgive(forgive)me”.
I told him all was fine but inside me was wondering if that slap would be reversed had he slapped me!. 😅
He Inifakiti tipped me a $50 note. He he he…
I almost asked him to have a bad temfer on me every day so that i get paid in dollars…mehn!😜, for a fortnight he would spend at our hotel. It felt good!. Oh yeah! It was my first time to own a Dollar bill in my wallet!. 🙈(Hmmm…. Sips ☕😋).
……….to be continued in part II ….
By: Marian Mbabazi Kemigisha
Writer is is a Diploma holder in Journalist & Mass Communication [UMCAT], Ugandan Journalist turn into Crop & Animal Entrepreneur based in Rwanda.
