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Abike and Memory
A Memory. I once was an errand boy and had a big bike that had no gears and our town was hilly. In front of the bike there was a steel mesh box to put stuff in…sometimes when a doctor needed three chairs for his waiting room it was all loaded up and I could hardly see where I was going. But most of the time delivered things like typewriters or ash trays; or delivering letters to clients, the last part made me feel rather important as I was debt collector and taking the money to the bank. Banks back then had a churchly interior and I had to take my cap off before entering; a somber place never saw anyone smile. When not on call I worked in the office putting papers in folders in alphabetical orders, fetch cakes and coffee for the staff. I was offered a position as a junior clerk, but the thought of working in an office for the rest of my life was too much, mother said I had lost an golden opportunity, but she was thinking of what she could tell her sister:” my son works in an office”. As my aunt’s son was a welder and wore overall. It is a long time ago back in the days I was free to make a choice. Right or wrong I shall not know perhaps I could have ended up as a company director that would have made mother very proud.
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