Various stories of people working in London - 2

Various stories of people working in London – 2

We were in this restaurant for some food. Everyone was talking about their jobs. A very loud lady had a lot on her chest.

“My work life is so intense. I wake up at 5 am. Do yoga. Do you people do yoga? If you haven’t, please get started. I’ve been doing it for 15 years now. It helps me cope with stress and daily demons. I started yoga while I was pregnant.” 2. I suffered a lot during my first experience.

A nurse advised me to try yoga. At the time, I wasn’t sure about yoga. I am a Christian. And I was thinking – and many of my friends say the same thing – yoga against religion. When these yogis sit with their eyes closed…it sounds like some kind of Asian religion. But I was ignorant.

I also thought I wasn’t flexible enough. I have never done any exercise in my life. Even when I was a little girl, I hated sports. Got a recommendation from a friend of a friend.

“My first class was frustrating because I couldn’t keep up, but the trainer was so supportive. I haven’t looked back since. Yoga in the morning helps me kick in. Then I took the dog for a walk.”

Half an hour later, prepare breakfast for the children. and husband. By seven in the morning we are all seated at the dining table. Come at 8 a.m., it’s the school trip. I’m at work by nine in the morning. What provokes eternal gossip. Everyone talks about everyone else. It doesn’t matter who you are, someone will talk about you.

So and so other people’s cheese is in the fridge. So and so my husband is always calling. The other day I heard my name being mentioned as I walked down the aisle of the building. I was going to keep walking when I heard, loud, loud laughter. I thought I stuck. I know those sounds. You should have seen their faces. I said. OK. Spill the beans. They were like rabbits caught in the light at night. Oh really sorry Mel. Please we didn’t mean that. I was pissed. Well, tell me what’s so funny to me? Story Short. Ended up with a general staff meeting. Some apologies etc. On the premises but there you go!”

What about Tanzanians abroad?

There are a million stories, but let’s end with this one. Many years ago I wrote a column about how to underestimate Tanzania and not know it abroad. The outlook on Tanzania has changed these days, in part due to the work of the late President John Magufuli.

His hard work is greatly appreciated across the continent. I met a guy from Sierra Leone who couldn’t even pronounce his name correctly, but he asked me to bring him a Magufuli shirt when I get home for vacation. But despite this, Tanzanians were seen as just nice people. And no one explained it better than this lady.

In Swahili, she said, “You know that if you go somewhere and meet other nationalities here in London, they expect you to be Jamaican or Nigerian, not Tanzanian. I used to work as a cleaner in this large establishment. During tea breaks or lunches, we would crammed ourselves.” In the rest room.

There was a small fireplace as it was in winter. Three women I worked with heard that I was a Tanzanian. They saw me as a soft touch. They were bullying me and making fun of me. I used to not retaliate or say anything.

It took about three months. I just want to be silent. They were talking badly about my work. I prided myself on doing better. They will try to intimidate me because they know our line manager has hinted at my promotion and that means more money.

One day someone started spreading rumors that I was a sleeping bitch. Another said I’m crazy. Even the police knew I was mentally ill. I called them one day and closed the door.

I would usually talk to them while they were staring at the floor. I was smiling the whole time. On that day I stared at their faces. Tell them to stop smiling. I told them they are stupid. I told them if they continued their nonsense, I would not only inform them, but also take care of them. I was speaking firmly. They were shocked. She took the tea, picked it up and poured it on the floor.

“I took the other one and threw the cup and smashed it. They were shivering. They thought I was really crazy. That was the end of their trash. At the end of the month they left. I don’t think they would psychologically terrorize anyone, Tanzanian or not.”

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