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THE BULL WORKERS by Blessing Chidinma Amadi

We are the bull workers and we need a little more passion
The world is unfair to us 
Yet again we are the fairest to the world
Look how we give in our best to create the best
Yet never been served the better

Some people work like bull in this world, yet are paid the least of wages. It hurts me so badly because it is something I have experienced very closely. My uncle was once a brick layer and stress almost killed him. This is because while doing a stressful job, he did not afford to eat a healthy meal to support his health. Uncle Agbanwe got married with the help of his elder brother, but you know, the elders would always say; "we cannot marry a woman for you and still buy you the mat you two would lie on". He is not educated and so life had been tough on him.

With 90% surety, his wife knew his situation. I cannot remember the much she brought to the table though. They are obviously in the same academic situation. Uncle Agbanwe went as far as laying bricks. Whenever he got totally broke, he went to lay bricks which only helped for a day or two's survival; actually depending on the much you lay and carry, because unfortunately, some people are not able to make enough money for a day's meal.

This is the case of many many people. Worst of all, when I see women doing that kind of job, which is at least physically unsuitable for them. It is very common in India. In fact, you can come to a construction site and see more women than men in India. Their case could be a little different and need a little more aid by another anointed bashing, because since 19...unknown, the spirit of caste system have dominated beyond reason and compassion.

Many people resort to brick laying to make some money to push forward a lot of thing; either to save a dying mother, father, sibling, to further education or pay a detrimental school fees, to even help oneself out with hospital bills, to meet a dateline. Unfortunately, some gave up the ghost in the course as stress pulled their last breathe. 

Menial jobs. All these petty jobs of survival. The waste carriers; oh my goodness! I feel for them. In fact, my friend feels for them so much more that he never seizes his breathe when they pass by, especially close to him. He never even want them to see him closing his nostrils, should they sight him out of the several people clutching their nostrils and passing by the waste which once was in their rooms and kitchens. He did be like; 

"If I cannot manage the ooze for a few seconds, what about them? We shouldn't make them feel like they are doing a very dirty job and humiliated. In my opinion, they are serving us and they are the best of all workers".

After the dangerous exposure of these people's health, you think they get any better compensation? Think if it were you. Some of us would prefer to prostitute, steal and lie to earn than do menial jobs. Personally, I am so allergic with smell and scent. I can throw up within minutes because I cannot accommodate strong scent and smell. Treating people like that as if they are pigs would be a betrayal to humanity.

It is unfortunate but the law has its loopholes and has failed to make proper provisions for such people. When we talk about minimum wages; the persons in our minds are contractors and executives. When we celebrate worker's day, we pop champagne with corrupt and wicked lecturers and white collar workers. We forget black collar workers and how efficient they  have been to our basic needs.

Honestly, I think that "dirty" jobs deserve better wages. We all know it is dirty and most of us cannot afford to do it.

Some people in this world, like Uncle Agbanwe work like bulls. They work in such a way that if you have a soul, you did cry in your heart how cruel an amount they receive for that. They work like elephants, donkeys. They work like ancient bought slaves. They work and even worship those for whom they work. What do we do? We abuse them for a work not well done. We threaten not to pay them. We forget that could be us. We Lord over them. We forget to make minimum wages for them a compulsory service. 

I think this is a deep part and parcel of justice. If we can let the human in us accept this reality, fair will be the beauty of humanity.

The song of these bulls we should not forget. It matters to them more than it matters to you. If your father laid bricks, would you take their song serious? ;

We are the bull workers and we need a little more passion
The world is unfair to us 
Yet again we are the fairest to the world
Look how we give in our best to create the best
Yet never been served the better

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