My holiday went perfectly well ,to an extent, well that’s if we take out the details of the attitudes i got from my sister(leaving me alone in the mall and me almost getting missing since it was my first time and her second she knew the way more than i did); add all the luxury of it. we stayed at the Marriot Harbour hotel and apartment in dubai marina(i know, not the atlantis or the burj, but next time, whatever ours was a 5star too), our three bedroom suite on the 30th floor had such a beautiful view of the marina. it was so glamorous, the resturants were out of this world, the resturant at the obsevartory on the 52nd floor with a breath taking view of dubai marina and palm jumeirah. the spa was glorious and so chic, we were treated like some hollywood stars, my sis and i made them wonder who we really were:) with all the shopping and bla bla bla I’ll save the story for another day.
I got back home, went to work on Monday, avoided my GM, I walked to his office when I was about closing for the day, I overheard him laughing , decided I wasn’t in the mood for fake smiling with the boss and walked away.
The next morning as we prepared for the EGM of the company, I heard he was dead, that’s the disadvantage of getting every news that comes before every other person, because you're freinds with the directors. Apparently he slumped in the office when he went to get some files to meet us at the lagoon for the meeting, he was rushed to reddington where he died.
I had to go about the meeting smiling like I knew nothing when inside I was screaming. Not him, how? I didn’t even say hello to him a day before, I heard him laugh….
He liked me, he kept telling some clients I was ‘staff of the year’ a day before I traveled, the last time I sat down with him, he laughed and asked me if I knew what his driver called me? I said I did ‘asa’ and he told me asa means beautiful in igbo.
He wasn’t so popular with the staff, but he was nice to me.
I was at the hospital after the meeting, I refused to go in to see his body, but as he was wheeled into the ambulance to move him to a mortuary I saw his body wrapped up and there was this feeling of 'jeez lifes got jokes'
I headed to the airport for porthacourt, I felt dreadful during the flight, I kept seeing the lifeless form of his body floating in the clouds as i kept wondering how possible…I didn’t sleep that night.
I’m back to the office for the first time since he died last week. I’m really not that weak I think, but I dreaded coming in, I had a near panic attack, I’m holding on to my inhaler. I cant bring myself to go downstairs to his office where he slumped, I heard his shoes are still in there and his jacket.
I saw the papers yesterday, the net is full of stories, they said he died of cardiac arrest from the downward trend of the market. What a joke that paper should be sued.
I’m trying to get myself together to work today.
I’m not sure if I’m to say ‘rest in peace’ cos I remember 30+ saying it doesn’t make sense saying that.
So I guess adieu it is.