Chapter 1: Resignation Wahala

Me: "Oga, you see that document wey I submit?"

Boss: "Mm... I see am."

Me: "Why you no reply? You no agree?"

He just keep quiet. My mind dey race—abi I offend am? My mind vex sotey my chest dey pain me—like fufu wey no digest: "If you no talk, I go take am say you don gree. I go come your office this afternoon."

Boss reply sharp sharp: "So quick like that?"

Me: "Which one be quick?"

Boss: "I need to reason am..."

Just two seconds later, he send another message: "E dey okay?"

I gree. Next thing, he close from work early, give everybody for company three whole days off.

People begin pack their bags, some dey laugh, some dey call home say, "Mama, I dey come house early today!"

I just sit for my desk dey reason: Chai, so dem dey try this hard to make me stay?

I feel somehow, my leg dey shake under table, na so I just dey tap biro for desk. For my mind I dey wonder, this resignation letter, shey na magic I send so? Person go drop letter, dem go dey behave like say dem wan cry. Na wa o! My Naija people sabi surprise person.