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Every Job is Worth Celebrating

Yesterday I went to the office in the morning to plan my work schedule for the next two weeks after Mr President's speech.

My office was the same as I had left it on Wednesday, last week.

Due to the stay at home order, we had dismissed on Wednesday last week to enable us abide by the instructions and work comfortably from home.

I got to the office and it was crystal clean, the air was fresh and scenting nice as usual. 

I didn't even notice because nothing  was out of place or order.

I am used to working in a clean environment and so I expect the office to be always clean without even thinking about the whole process... Besides its not my job or responsibility... Right? 

But then I saw the cleaner respeonsible for my office and because we have a close, warm relationship,  I asked her...

"Hello, so you are here today, aren't you supposed to be observing the two weeks stay at home abi curfew...?"

She laughed and said, "Well, we run shifts, you know we are on essential duty besides if I stay at home, how will you see a clean office to work in?"

Immediately the light bulb in my head switched on... 

I found out later that she and her colleagues have been running shifts and coming to work even while the rest of us programmers, copy writers, graphic designers and admins were working from home. 

I quickly went round the entire building and it was exactly like it has always been... Clean and fresh!

Evey job is worth celebrating!

We need to respect the skills and Jobs of this small time, low level skill holders, because without them,  life will be terrible for us.

The cleaners, the hawkers, the supermarket cashiers, the refuse collectors...

Learn to value people for the contribution they make.

Learn to value people for the value and service they provide.

Learn to value those small time service providers whose contribution, although crude and manual, yet primary to our sustainability and existence.

Imagine how much our homes will smell if the refuse isn't disposed.

Imagine how dirty our offices will look if the cleaners aren't there to clean.

Imagine how risky it would be if the security men(gate men) goes home to be with their own family and observe the two weeks curfew... Who will lock the gate or open it for you, or clean your cars,  and pump water for you because I'm sure most of you don't even know where the pumping machine is. 

Every job is worth celebrating as long as it provides a service you can't or won't because of social class or status.

If it's not your responsibility, be responsible and kind to those who shoulder the responsibility. 

Just be nice and kind...  It doesn't cost much and if you can't afford it.... You are worse than the coronavirus...You are a plague!!!



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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