Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Working Up

Have you been on the same team with people who are so repulsive and object to almost every idea ? The usual feeling toward these people is resentment. They can be really obnoxious. Though they seem critical yet they are very emphatic. I had an experience with one today. 


Harry is a senior colleague at work. He's been around for the past 11yrs. But he's quite repulsive and rebuffs ideas easily. Most of my colleagues think he creates unnecessary pressure. Something happened today at work that change my perception about him.


We were to fix a gas pipeline system to a burner that has been fixed on to a furnace. Trying to do that, we encountered a design error. We tried our ways around it, but no avail. We blamed the previous shift of wrongly fixing the burner onto the furnace...it was getting dark, so we decided to leave the job for those who will come in the morning.


Half an hour later,after we returned back to the control room, Harry asked about how the job went. We told him that the situation at hand. And as his culture, he rebuffed...

"No no no no....there's a way around it...get your helmets and your gloves and let's get to the field."

You should see the look on our faces. We quickly grabbed our helmets and gloves and joined him, under the furnace. He made us remove one burner and tried to turn it to the side and fix again, but that wasn't possible. Then he made us remove all the burners that didn't fit with the gas pipeline. We tried to exchange their positions to see whether,it wasn't fixed in the right place. That too didn't work.

Comments had started flowing from mine colleagues (including me)...

"Oh it won't work...there's a problem with this and that..."

Harry was quiet and still, starring at the heavy burner that was on the floor.... Few minutes on...he sighed! He had noticed the problem.


Few days ago the burner was taken to the mechanical workshop for welding of some parts...in welding it, the cut off a rim, and mended it, but when fixing it back, they missed the original position of the rim, thus the holes don't fit into their places, thereby making the burner part that is to fit with the gas pipeline to exceed its length. The only way out, is for the mechanical guys to drill new holes on the rim of the burners, as they try it on the furnace, or they cut out the rim again and re-weld as they try it on the furnace.


How come we didn't notice this. A team of six guys, and a supervisor couldn't see the problem. It took another team member who wasn't part of the first troubleshooting to find out.


As we walk back to the control room, I could hear Harry's name on everyone's lip. Just then I recalled, a training event I attended two years ago. It was the festival of ideas. One of the thoughts that was shared,was building a team for transformation.

The presentation lead by Albert Ocran, highlighted the need to include several people with qualities he allegorically referred to as the Ace,the Spade, the hearts, and the king. The spades, were people who are very categorical and critical, just like Harry.


Harry's critical discernment, has changed my opinion. He's thought me vital lesson in problem identification and problem solving. The rest of us spent the next half hour talking about Harry's repulsiveness, and his veracious point of view. It was all alluded to the time he invests in studying and taking short courses on various subjects, including his vast interest and involvement in politics.


To me Harry has set a new standard. For me, I have decided to study and know every detail about every equipment and system in the plant. Each day, apart from my duties, I spend about 20-40 minutes tracing pipelines to and fro a system or equipment and study my manual. I believe if I'm consistent in this, by the next two years I'll be a master of the plant.


The confrontation of my life

Since I began to live on my own and champion this course of life independently, I never gotten myself into any trouble somewhat. I try to live my life void of delinquent and irreverent inclinations. Governing my life with moral certainty and probity.

But as I woke up this morning, I felt a sense of pride. as if I had won an award. I felt so fulfilled. Apparently, last night I had the confrontation of my life. If it were not for God's mercy, I wouldn't be strong enough to write this.

I was coming back from work late in the night. I arrived around the accra mall, at 11:10pm. I stop by a guy selling books, to purchase a small bible. Which later turned not to be of the quality I was looking for. As I was tossing thoughts of how I had bought an inferior bible...then I chanced on a guy, holding a Nescafé drink and urinating just beside the new construction site at spanner junction. As I have always reacted to such obscenity, I voiced out...and this led to the confrontation of my life. Here's the dialogue that ensued...


me: (walking past) stop urinating on the streets, it's not good.

Man: hey, hey (still urinating), wait, wait let me ask you where I should go and urinate. (quickly stuck his urinal organ back into his pants and comes after me)...Tell me where I should urinate


Me: but you should know...it doesn't make sense to urinate on the streets


As he drew closer, I could smell a pungent stink of strong alcohol from his breath.

Man: streets ?....(.pointing to the road)...that's the streets...I didn't urinate on the streets...


Taxi driver: (intruding),that place is a walk way...

Me: (speaking directly to the man, and pointing to the road), that is not a street, that is a road for cars, you urinated on the street and that is not good.


Just then, another man joined the argument, he is a friend of the first man, also intoxicated.

Man 2: (hitting me on the chest), show him where he should urinate.


Me; go and ask the government, not me. You should learn to control yourself..


Man2: (talks to his friend), leave this guy, he is v-e-r-y stupid.


Me: if I'm to compare what you did with what I said, which do you think is stupid.


Man2: I see you are very very stupid


Man1: you see, you started this whole thing.


Me: what did I start ?, you called me stupid, and I was comparing what you did with the reason why you think I'm stupid, to see who is actually stupid.


Both men goes to stand beside a taxi...


Me: if you don't have anyone to tell you the truth, I'll will.


Man1: ( comes to hit me on the chest and pushes me) you are acting all religious.


Me: (holding a small bible) religious?...this has got nothing to do with religion...this has got to do with being patriotic...aren't you a Ghanaian? You think I'm acting religious because of this bible?, i could put this bible away.


Man1: I dare you to put this bible away and see, if I don't beat the hell out of you...who are you at all ?...who are you?


Me: (responding abruptly) I'm a Ghanaian, I'm a Ghanaian. ..and I care about my country...about how my tax is being used. Don't you pay tax,!!..(at this time my pitch had reach it's limit)


Man2: this guy is very stupid..,leave him...if he jokes I'll beat him up...(walks up to me and holds my shirt...pulling me)...drop the bible and I'll beat the daylight out of you...(he leaves me)


Me: as if I'm scared...look if I'm counting those I'm scared of in this life...you don't even show up...me scared of you...if you beat me...will that make you big or small?, mtcheew

(They both walk towards the taxi)


Me: (continues to rent aloud) if you've got some to drink and you don't know what to do...only unintelligent people will urinate just anywhere...


Man2: what are you saying...who is unintelligent...(hitting me on the chest again)...you a big fool...I said you are fool..


Man1: leave him alone...he's really a fool...i say he should drop the bible...and I will teach him a lesson of his life.


Me: you expect me to be shivering huh...not me...

(Negotiates with a taxi driver, and gets into the taxi)


Man 2: (approaches the taxi) what are you even saying...I say drop the bible...and I will...


Me: (cuts in) the bible is mine...so what's your prob'em, what's your prob'em....if you beat me, it will neither make you big or small or add to your weight...what's your prob'em...


Man2: look at the way you are speaking...as if you are British...I'll beat you..

Me: (beckons taxi driver to move on...stick out my head...and screams)...only unintelligent people will urinate anywhere...(taxi zooms off)


I got home feeling so courageous..,checked the time, 1am..huh...couldn't even say a prayer...I slept off.


In my courageous mood...when I arrived at work today ...I couldn't hesitate to tell my colleagues of my story...but I had the the worst answer of all. As I was narrating the incident...they abruptly cut me...with Ghanaian exclamations and comments

."...arrhhhh...eeeerrrh....massa, don't try that again...if someone is urinating ah...leave him and walk away....even after telling him to stop, the moment you realize he's angry...just run away...what if they injured you or killed you..."


As I sat in the room listening to them take turns in sharing experiences of night confrontations...my heart bleed...I don't want to start another argument here...they'll all conclude I have a problem.

What are they telling me?....this is a typical way a Ghanaian will react? Was I wrong to have stood up for my country?...hmm