THE TYRANNY OF THE AGED. So my boss and i were recruited to work on a community owned farm. My boss is the administrator and am his loyal deputy. He is thought of as being brash, high handed, and accused of showing favoritism amongst workers mostly along ethnic leanings. Hes alleged to have a mastery in inflating the requisition files which deflates the collective wealth of the community. He does this with so much dexterity that people misconstrue his acts to be hardwork and rare ingenuity. They say my boss has made his immediate family second to none in the award of adhoc jobs and contracts, then the crumbs go to his kinsmen, with the overiding interest of the community never his priority. Well, we both have stakes in the management of the farm,and experienced hire as it were, but being my boss, whom i have meritoriously served for the length of time my contract permits, i have never sternly crossed his path on the irregularities iv always observed in his style of administration. My responses have always being YES SIR, even when the collective interest of the community is being mortgaged. I have always kept my cool in the midst of clear cheating, corrupt practices, racism, ethnic enthronement, and partiality. When things distastefully go wrong as often as they do, i consider it maturity to keep quiet, after all its a wait for your time parade. Of course my overiding principle is patience, perhaps if i speak the truth, it may hurt my boss and il get kicked out of the farm, which i get my daily bread from and from whence i fend for my family. By the way his erstwhile assistant whom i replaced did so, and was shown the stiff locks of the door. My loyalty for now is to him and not to the community because its easier to correct his wrong deeds while am still a staff of the farm, than for me to get laid off and not even have access, not to talk of sitting on the seat to effect the change i desire. So my appeal to the wailing community is to exercise patience, when the tenure of my boss expires, i will come in and clean up the mess, i will resurrect the dead, i will correct all the wrongs, i will restore all he has taken away. For now i cant dare say a word, in the interest of the envisaged change. Although a stitch in time saves nine, however, my brothers not in farm matters!
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 08:48:32 +0000
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