Following from my previous post, here goes my first Seinfeld Productivity Story…
The dry northern harmattan winds blew over Nii’s face as he calmly walked towards the kiosk in his sadly, filthy neighborhood. Nii had grown to hate everything about this place; its people, the streets, the dilapidated and menacing buildings, not even the greenery was spared from his hate.
If there was one thing he relished about the harmattan, it was the fact that, for most of the day, the stench no one else seems to have noticed from all the rubbish lying about was absent. All the moisture had evaporated and thus considerably reduced the smell.
Despite knowing this, he stench-o-meter could still pick up signals from all around him. Nii really hated this neighborhood. He didn’t understand how people could happily live in such a place.
He almost had a seizure the first time he had moved into the neighborhood with his dad following his mum’s death. His mum had always been the breadwinner and his dad could barely sustain a job because of his deteriorating health and incredible hospital bills.
His dad had been disgusted at the sight of their new neighborhood much like his son, but being the father he was, assured it was only temporary, they would move out within a matter of months. He had after all, recently landed a job that seemed to have considered sustaining him especially because of his health. It was one of the many corporations striving to stand out from the rest by discarding the widely held view of them as anti-humanists.