A few months ago I had an internship at a firm I thought I would really like in the city. But it was really hell and that was largely because of the corporate culture that existed there. You know how gaalos be, after work they link up at the bar/pub and if you're not there drinking with them you are not apart of that inner circle. I was surprised to find that one of the senior managers there was a Somali guy. Him and another Pakistani brother were heading up management and although I hardly got a chance to speak to the Somali brother he was very helpful in the few instances I needed help. I got into a heated argument with one of the cadaan managers who criticised my work and threatened to drop me from my internship on the spot and was generally making my life at the firm hell. The Somali guy didn't know what was going on but he did tell me that there was another internship opening at one of the firms other spots in the city and said I would probably like it there better. At first I was really hesitant. I was comfortable earning the good money I was there. But I gave it a shot and it really was so much better. After spending some time there I was offered a really good part-time position and haven't looked back since. They culture is better there, I can make it to duhur jamaat at the mosque nearby, and I earn even more than I did before. But I always wanted to say thank you to the Somali brother who sorted me out with a job. I hand-wrote him a thank you message and gifted him a charity donation in his name, but when I came back to the security desk some months later, I was informed by security that the Somali boss was no longer working there. He left, was internally transferred to the U.S. and now I am devastated because I really put so much thought and effort into how I was going to say thank you. I wanted to even ask him if he could mentor me. But now it's like I doubt I will ever see him again.
He was a really nice brother, good aurora, was always fresh cut and bearded. He was well respected in the office, he even had an Brit and an Italian working under him like reverse colonialism. He was on 6 figures and in his early 30s. Stoic. He drove a velar too. He gave me an opportunity and I am so grateful for it.
He was a really nice brother, good aurora, was always fresh cut and bearded. He was well respected in the office, he even had an Brit and an Italian working under him like reverse colonialism. He was on 6 figures and in his early 30s. Stoic. He drove a velar too. He gave me an opportunity and I am so grateful for it.
