The refined gold.

The mid day sun was hitting the earth in an unrepentant banter, causing every living creature to scuttle away fast in order to escape its scotch. You could count the number of people walking along Arthur Eze Avenue, Awka the capital city of Anambra State. Obiora, one of the very few people on the same route walked with careless abandon, kicking up dust as he went. A young handsome man who ought to have everything going well for him yet he was a picture of a frustrated man with his jacket hanging loosely on his shoulder and his tie loo4sened from the knot and left dangling his neck. The presence of a mad man dancing at the other side of the road didn’t even pique his interest for a man who naturally loved to watch things that were out of the ordinary. The only picture that he could see playing in his head was the drama that had just unfolded a few minutes back in his office.

He had gone to work that day without any hint that something was going to go wrong, at 9 am his boss entered the office angry about something as he usually was. About three hours later the man came out of his office with a letter in his hand which he flung at Obiora without any word and stormed back to his office. Obiora who had been working on a system was taken aback by what his boss had just done. It wasn’t like there had been any problems between them. With shaking hands he opened the carefully folded note. The letter terminating his employment was carefully worded to accommodate all the reasons why he was being relieved of his duties. Including in-subordination and complains from his colleagues. His duty at the Cyber Cafe had included repairing the faulty systems, checking the internet connections, and general maintenance. Obiora could not believe what he was seeing because he had a good relationship with most of the members of staff of Mezim Cyber Field Ltd where he worked. How then could anyone complain about him? He wasn’t much of a talker and never gotten in anyone’s way, he also made it a point of duty to avoid Chief Chimezie and his mood swings. He had only worked in the Cafe for 14 months and never for one day had he quarreled or exchanged words with anyone.

Life had crushed his natural bubbling Spirit, he graduated from the faculty of Electronic and Computer Engineering, Nnamdi Azikiwe University where he bagged a Second Class Upper and best graduating student of his set. After such a result one would expect that he would have gotten a job with the best companies in the country or that the government would pick him up, he had even expected that some of the alumni who were working in those big companies would link him up having been a popular person back in school because of his academic performance. He had also represented his school in international competitions but none of his expectations where met, even those whom he had personally contacted to help him all disappointed him after making vain promises to assist him. He was counting the sixth year since his year of graduation. He had never imagined that he would be working in this cyber café which was more of a business centre than it was a cyber café.

The mid day sun was hitting the earth in an unrepentant banter, causing every living creature to scuttle away fast in order to escape its scotch. You could count the number of people walking along Arthur Eze Avenue, Awka the capital city of Anambra State. Obiora, one of the very few people on the same route walked with careless abandon, kicking up dust as he went. A young handsome man who ought to have everything going well for him yet he was a picture of a frustrated man with his jacket hanging loosely on his shoulder and his tie loo4sened from the knot and left dangling his neck. The presence of a mad man dancing at the other side of the road didn’t even pique his interest for a man who naturally loved to watch things that were out of the ordinary. The only picture that he could see playing in his head was the drama that had just unfolded a few minutes back in his office.

He had gone to work that day without any hint that something was going to go wrong, at 9 am his boss entered the office angry about something as he usually was. About three hours later the man came out of his office with a letter in his hand which he flung at Obiora without any word and stormed back to his office. Obiora who had been working on a system was taken aback by what his boss had just done. It wasn’t like there had been any problems between them. With shaking hands he opened the carefully folded note. The letter terminating his employment was carefully worded to accommodate all the reasons why he was being relieved of his duties. Including in-subordination and complains from his colleagues. His duty at the Cyber Cafe had included repairing the faulty systems, checking the internet connections, and general maintenance. Obiora could not believe what he was seeing because he had a good relationship with most of the members of staff of Mezim Cyber Field Ltd where he worked. How then could anyone complain about him? He wasn’t much of a talker and never gotten in anyone’s way, he also made it a point of duty to avoid Chief Chimezie and his mood swings. He had only worked in the Cafe for 14 months and never for one day had he quarreled or exchanged words with anyone.

Life had crushed his natural bubbling Spirit, he graduated from the faculty of Electronic and Computer Engineering, Nnamdi Azikiwe University where he bagged a Second Class Upper and best graduating student of his set. After such a result one would expect that he would have gotten a job with the best companies in the country or that the government would pick him up, he had even expected that some of the alumni who were working in those big companies would link him up having been a popular person back in school because of his academic performance. He had also represented his school in international competitions but none of his expectations where met, even those whom he had personally contacted to help him all disappointed him after making vain promises to assist him. He was counting the sixth year since his year of graduation. He had never imagined that he would be working in this cyber café which was more of a business centre than it was a cyber café.

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