Òyì nke e mepụtara

I used to work at a terrible factory. The job was exhausting… but the boss was the worst part. He treated people unfairly. Fired workers for no reason. Acted like he could do anything… because his uncle owned the company. But there was one thing that drove me crazy. Every single day, during our break, he would come down to the floor… and use my gloves to check the machines. My gloves. We had to buy them ourselves, and I paid good money for a comfortable pair. It was the middle of summer. H