Let Go

As I walk away from the office with my little piece of belonging, I heard my colleague, former colleague since there's no way in heaven I'm going to come back to work in that company again. You see I used too love my work, I still love my work but I used to love my work with relevance to the company I worked for.

It wasn't easy initially, in fact it was very tough but I thought it would get easier by the day. I thought wrong. My boss was a mean old lady, a sadist to the core. Working for her was really traumatic for me, she played on my emotions, intelligence and anything that had semblance of me. She tore me naked and lashed me in public (not literally) but I held on to the job, the emotional abuse started causing depression for me, I started seeing myself less and less of a human.

She told me on several occasion that I was less of a human and she could treat me as she see fit, I believed her, she told me I was a victim of life and would never amount to anything, I believed her. She told me my life was nothing without her, I believed her.

So on this particular occasion, she refused that I closed at the normal closing hour, so I stayed back, four hours later she wasn't still ready to let me go, so I just sat back doing nothing.
Its 6hours now, its getting to the wee hours of the night when ''area boys'' as they are called in Nigeria would be out, drinking, smoking, raping or even chopping another human. I didn't want to experience such so I went to her, asked for permission to leave. Like she would let me go, she refused, told me never to come back if I left.

Staying over at the office was forbidden, I didn't own a car, I was going far and it was getting really late, I was left with only one choice. I took it, I left for my house, running as fast as my leg could carry me, suspicious of every movement. Finally, I got home safe.

The next day, I got to the office, sat down and was waiting for her to arrive. What's the worst that could happen I thought, she would mock me and tell me to get out of her office. As I was waiting, I got a call from her "get the fuck out of my office" apparently, somebody from my office told her I was around.

It wasn't that I didn't have a choice to report to higher authorities, it's just that the so called authorities protects only people in their caucus. And I didn't even want the drama that would come with reporting, so I packed my things.

As I was leaving, I heard my colleague say, "what you are holding on to is what is blocking you". Deep right? That's what I thought too.

One week later, at home, having decided not to hold on to anything too tight but to learn to let go, I got a call from a company. They wanted me to come work for them, same job description but 5 levels higher and almost 4 times the former pay with loads of benefits.
I'm like wow! Why didn't I let go a long time ago.

Sometimes, you just have to let go to let in. There's always a miracle in every seemingly bad situation. We just need to know when to let go.