Radiance No Be Family: Morayo’s Lagos Office Wahala

Radiance No Be Family: Morayo’s Lagos Office Wahala

Author: Kathy Cantrell


Chapter 3: No Be So Life Dey

Confidentiality, confidentiality.

I shake head inside. Na so company go dey use big English hide injustice. If you talk, dem go say policy, but when dem wan oppress you, dem go forget say you be human being too.

Na so old staff like me no go know say dem dey cheat us?

I reason am. If dem no leak payslip, person go dey there dey do mumu, dey thank boss for five thousand raise like say na gold. Omo, na so dem dey do us. E pain me well.

Vex catch me, I no gree: “I join when the company just start. I don work tire for years. Last last, my salary no even reach fresh graduate wey just join.”

I no even look face. My voice dey rise. E no concern me if e dey uncomfortable. Today na today. If wahala wan burst, make e burst.

“And even if we no talk seniority or title, my output and achievements pass her own, no be so?”

I remind boss say na me dey carry team. My viral videos dey save company when content dry. Everybody sabi am, except Oga wey dey form forget.

Just last month, I write five viral short video scripts.

I fit show am for phone sef. Everybody for TikTok dey comment, dey hail. But dem no use am do anything.

Halima Musa no produce anything.

If to say she try, I for no talk. But na me dey save her work every week. Na only her fashion fine for office.

Wetin make she worth pass me?

If dem dey use result measure, abeg, who deserve pass?

Boss voice come soft small. “Morayo, I sabi all your hard work and wetin you don do for the company, but company get e own wahala. To hire people for market now dey cost. To bring in top university graduate like Halima Musa, na that kind money. You be old staff, you suppose understand company pass anybody.”

He con dey use soft voice, like say na me he dey beg. But my heart still dey pain me. Top university, top university—wetin she don contribute since she enter?

I no understand o.

If to say na street, I for say make I reason am well. But for this office, abeg, how person go dey earn pass her mentor?

If labour cost don go up, why you no raise loyal staff pay?

If dem say market hard, why dem no look after person wey suffer with dem? Abi my own don finish?

I no deserve am?

I dey try reason with boss, but my heart dey shout.

“But e no make sense at all.”

I talk am with pain. E no just add up.

“Nothing dey unreasonable there. Company need new blood to move forward, na so market dey. No be only Radiance, na everywhere be like this.”

He dey quote market logic for me, but I no see sense inside. Na all these their big big English dem dey use confuse person.

I no hide my mind: “Boss, I dey request for raise.”

My voice steady, no fear. Today, I no go gree play mumu.

No be just raise—I want make my pay pass newcomer own.

Inside my heart, I dey pray make boss see reason.

But boss no even reason am. “Think well. No be company dey give you raise every year? Morayo, abeg, you suppose manage. No be so life dey?”

He look me like pikin wey dey greedy. Content? Abeg, who content dey help for Lagos?

Yes, he dey give me raise—five thousand naira every year.

That one na raise? Five thousand, when bag of rice don reach fifty. Na who I offend?

Six years of raise, still newcomer don pass me. Old staff no reach dog.

I dey reason am. If dog dey company, dem for dey feed am more.

I remember beginning of the year, boss tell me company dey struggle, say na only me go get raise.

I dey happy that day, dey tell people say boss get me for mind. I no know say na just talk.

I believe am, even dey thank am.

I even buy gala and coke to celebrate. See as I dey happy that time, no know say e just dey play me.

But see as he give fresh graduate big pay behind my back…

E pain me, e pain me. I fit cry if say na home I dey.

The thing pain me, even shame join.

Shame dey my chest. I dey reason whether na me get problem, or na company wahala.

I take deep breath. As I wan talk, my hand touch my ID card for neck. I look am, remember my first day—how I waka enter this office dey shine, dey hope for better. That memory just hold me for one second, like say my old self dey beg me to stay. But the pain no gree me. “If na so, I no fit continue here.”

I talk am with calm voice, but inside, my leg dey shake. E no easy to talk this kain thing, but I no fit take am again.

If na seventy thousand I dey collect, dey train newcomer wey dey collect one hundred and fifty thousand, make I just get heart attack.

Na true, my health don dey spoil. E better make I find my peace than make I die for here.

Boss face show say e no sweet am. “I go pretend say I no hear that one. Go back. I hope say you calm down, think am well. If na only money dey your mind, you no go last for this Lagos.”

He try play wisdom, but I know say na pride dey worry am. All these boss dem, dem no like make person challenge dem.

You may also like

My Boss, My Daddy, My Wahala
My Boss, My Daddy, My Wahala
5.0
Morayo’s playful WhatsApp messages land in the wrong hands, sparking a scandalous romance with her mysterious boss, Olamide. As family pressure, money wahala, and forbidden office love collide, Morayo must decide if risking heartbreak is worth the price of true love. With her chest peppering like ata rodo and village people on her case, can she escape heartbreak or will Naija drama swallow her whole?
The Moon Broke My Family
The Moon Broke My Family
4.9
Morayo, a struggling Lagos massage therapist, uncovers a haunting murder secret from her client, Uncle Bala. As painful memories resurface, she’s forced to confront the dark reality behind a child’s death, a father’s broken spirit, and the true cost of silence in a city where justice is bought and sold. The truth threatens to destroy everything she thought she knew—about her client, herself, and the streets she calls home.
Betrayed by My Lover’s First Love
Betrayed by My Lover’s First Love
4.9
Morayo fights for respect and love in Lagos after her boyfriend’s loyalty shifts to another woman—the one he’s always cherished like first love. As social media drags her name through the mud and old secrets resurface, Morayo must choose between pride and survival, risking her career, family’s reputation, and her heart to reclaim her voice. In this world of betrayal, scandal, and survival, she discovers her true strength when all else fails.
Reborn as the Palace Villainess
Reborn as the Palace Villainess
4.9
Three years after faking her death, Morayo—once the feared villainess princess—returns to the palace in chains, betrayed by those she once protected. Her old enemies now rule, and the brother she helped crown wants revenge for blood secrets she thought were buried. With her system gone silent, Morayo must face the blade alone—unless she can outwit the very destiny that turned her into Lagos’ most notorious woman.
My Husband’s Secret Broke Our Home
My Husband’s Secret Broke Our Home
4.9
Morayo thought her marriage was unbreakable—until a public bar scandal exposes her husband's betrayal and drags her into a fierce battle with his side chick. As family pressure, old wounds, and new humiliations threaten to destroy her, Morayo must choose between revenge and survival. In Lagos, love and loyalty are never what they seem, and one woman’s pain could set the city on fire.
My Boss Chose My Rival
My Boss Chose My Rival
4.9
Amara’s loyalty to her boss is tested when a phone mishap exposes her private life and a younger, ambitious colleague threatens her place at work. Torn between pride and survival in Lagos, she must fight for respect, love, and her own future before everything slips away. One wrong move, and she could lose everything—including her heart.
My Allowance Don Ruin My Life
My Allowance Don Ruin My Life
4.9
Morayo’s world scatter as her mama slash her monthly allowance from ₦120,000 to ₦40,000, making her struggle to survive university life in Ibadan. Forced to beg, hustle, and depend on friends, Morayo faces hunger, shame, and her mother’s wahala—until one risky WhatsApp stunt threatens to disgrace her whole family. If she fails, she fit lose everything, including her dignity and the small support wey remain.
Fifty Million Broke My Heart
Fifty Million Broke My Heart
4.9
Morayo thought love would conquer all, until her destiny became a script where money, betrayal, and class war tear her from Seyi—the only man she ever loved. When she’s paid to vanish, her heartbreak echoes from Lagos danfo horns to cold foreign nights. Now she’s back, facing rivals and family secrets, with everything at stake: her pride, her family, and the last chance for true love.
The Intern Dey Chase My Husband
The Intern Dey Chase My Husband
4.9
Morayo’s world scatter when a bold, peppery intern targets her husband, Ifedike, right under her nose. As her marriage balance on top office gossip and betrayal, Morayo must decide if love and strength fit save her from public disgrace. One wrong move, and everything she build fit crumble for Lagos wahala.
I Reincarnated as the Family Scapegoat
I Reincarnated as the Family Scapegoat
4.6
After dying in Lagos traffic, I wake up as Morayo—the notorious troublemaker sister inside a popular Nigerian novel. My new life is judged by WhatsApp gossips and family drama, with everyone waiting for me to ruin my quiet brother, Ifedike. But I refuse to let the story turn me into the villain again; this time, I’ll fight for my own happy ending, even if it means breaking every rule in this Naija house.
I Married My Househelp Spirit
I Married My Househelp Spirit
4.9
Morayo thinks she's found the perfect shortcut to Lagos life by ordering a handsome spirit for housework, but discovers her new incubus has other, hotter intentions. With neighbors watching and her own desires waking up, Morayo must choose between Naija practicality and supernatural passion—before her secret love turns into a full-blown compound gist.
Rejected by the Okafor Heir
Rejected by the Okafor Heir
4.8
Morayo gave Okafor her heart, but in public, he denies both her and their daughter, leaving them nameless in a mansion built on secrets. Humiliated before all Lagos, Morayo must choose: stay in the shadows or fight for her child’s place in a family that never wanted them. When the Okafor heir threatens to erase them forever, will a mother’s courage break the chains of shame?