Shaibu my gateman, brought Isa his friend to me as temporary replacement for the two weeks in which he would be gone to get his wife from Niger Republic.
Isa the new guy turned out to be nothing short of awesome. My car looking like it was steam washed every morning, generators are squeaky clean, Usain Bolt–speed on errands. Proactive to a strange degree.
Checking for ill intention, I asked him on Friday if he had a job somewhere else and if he would want to work for me. His polite answer to both questions was NO!
No, he didn’t have his own job and only freelanced like this but also ‘NO’ he wouldn’t take over his friends job.
My curiosity awakens. I offered more money than the usual as bait. His ‘NO‘ sounded more resolute. I asked if he was going to get a cut off Shaibu’s salary for his two week service. He threw me off balance when he said that he was hoping to raise some for his friend as his wife had just had a child. ‘He need money pass me‘ he said.
Dumbfounded by the golden degree of loyalty I saw, I drove to work running every single friend I had through this type of scenario. Yes, including you. I just wondered if those I called my own would hold it down this much for me in my absence.
A spirit of sacrifice from someone who barely had for himself. In his eyes I saw the forbidden disposition towards moving ahead at the expense of a man who called him friend. The effect of a promise of much more money on his resolve was like pulling on a pillar with a shoe lace.
His mode of operation had no room for greed. Oh Shaibu my lucky gateman. How many of us have pals of whom we may vouch are unshaken with their loyalty? Standing by us no matter what we go through. With whom there is no selling out. If you’ve got just one person like that… you are good.
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