I was at work today and needless to say, I didn’t get any work done. I had spent the whole day arguing with two of my colleagues. One is an older guy, close to 40, married with 2 kids while the other is a younger girl, barely 25.
We had been talking a lot, and anyone who knows me knows that I’m a controversial person. Yes, I admit. My opinions are at best – very unafrican. Because people always like to claim we’re Africans, so we’re expected to act and behave in a certain manner.
