Sometimes I sit in places and act invisible, not because I want to be alone but to make sure am in the right place at that particular time. Though mostly to find out what people think about certain things. So there is this place I usually get from lunch at campus, it is one of those places where you never find the “1st class citizens” – rich people’s kids or “rich kids” and the attitude kind. It is an open kafunda.
This kafunda attracts a large number of the non-teaching staff that is; secretaries, cleaners, students etc etc. If you have read Houseboy, am about to sound like Ferdinand Oyono, “these black, yellow, light and brown ladies and gentlemen gather not only to feed the parasites in their intestines but to ‘trash talk’ their bosses. Yes, it is sad and disappointing that we always make others apart of our recreation time. What a muganda would call “lugambo”. The worst thing is that today it was a man, guys! A MAN! was the one leading the conversation.
As an employee, you may have a bad employer but hey, you have better things to do than go trashing them in public. This is a place where several students come to have lunch. What if the boss you are trashing is his or her parent? What would you do if that student reported to their parent? This isn’t just about these rude employees but all of us. If someone hurt you, you should find a better way of letting it out than making it a public issue.
I looked at these employees and cried for them. I cried for the way they were being treated though cried much how they were letting out this information. In the loudest tones, clapping, laughing, parting each other’s backs and many other uncoth things as if this would add more years to their life. Lets just learn where to hold certain conversations and how to communicate.