Having a woman as a secretary or personal assistant is not a bad idea but a very dangerous one.
Let me gist you this.
Just late last year, we were reshuffled round and an Arab lady was pitched next to my workstation.
Since we have to peer-review each other’s project cases, we became more relaxed with each other.
Mind you, an Arab Muslim girl in hijab and an African teacher of the word next to each other!
Before we knew it, boundaries became blurred. We could joke and laugh at each other’s errors. She introduced me to Arabian and Persian delicacies, I introduced Kilishi to her.
And the next stage scared me.
WE STARTED WEARING THE SAME COLOUR OUTFIT without knowing or planning it. Everybody started noticing and called our attention to it. This was really strange to me.
The familiarity of our work and the fact that we could not but relate for 12 hours per every shift made it scary.
I told my wife about the lady and she understood that the lady who is also married had no ill intention. But the fact both of us were now spending more time with ourselves at work than our respective spouses made us more vulnerable. I only see my wife on Saturday and Sunday. Her husband works day she works night. They may not even see each other for 3 days. That’s how bad hustling in this country could be!
If we were both singles, we could have called ourselves soulmates.
February 14 this year. I killed it off.
I decided to put on a combination of colours that did not look like one doing Valentine. Yet, I walked into office to see this lady in the exact colour combination I had on. She screamed too when she saw me. She laughed over it and jokingly called me her ‘work-husband’. I was not having it.
I just dropped my bag and case WIP, picked up my phone and called my wife.
“Sweetheart, I need £100. I will explain to you in the morning”.
‘Ok’ she said. She transferred it.
I ran across to Debenhams just opposite our bank and bought a new outfit. I broke the soul-connection with all anger. Either it was coincidence or not, I wasn’t ready to jeopardize my testimony. We know the escapades of some people in the system but I was not ready to be part of the statistics.
She was disappointed when she saw me in new outfit. But I topped it up. I walked up to the Ops manager and suggested another shuffling around. This time around, I was the only one in an area meant for 4 people. My friend was so devastated that she did not speak with me from that valentine day up till the beginning of June.
Truth is, when a man leaves his wife in the morning, other women will sandpaper his eyes and feelings the whole day.
He gets home, wife is tired, she has her hairnet on, she is in wrapper or one loose cloth that will not activate ‘Mr Rodney Moses’. Even, should she cooperate to let Rodney Moses part her Red Sea, it will be reluctance, complaint, tiredness, headache and just sex and not love making.
If this goes on for long, that personal assistant will unconsciously understand and bond perfectly well with the needs of this man. Their hands will brush each other. Nice perfume will trigger unusual feelings. Neckline clothing will become breastveering. That man is cooked the moment the first sight is registered. In the innermost wishes of his heart, he wants to see more.
Before you know it, one line will be crossed one day.....only God can save afterwards.
Get your sister as your secretary if you are a pastor. And make sure your wife is ‘walker-about’ during counseling. Better to be safe. My opinion.
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