Veneer

A rare trip into the city centre to join a workshop for the morning. Here the temperatures are high and the buildings are big.

In the afternoon, a meeting that I was dreading, where I was informed of some changes being imposed on the programme I manage. I disagree with the course of action, yet I knew it was coming because of deep-rooted issues relating to corruption, false accusations and a cover-up culture.

These issues incense me, yet it’s interesting how a veneer of diplomacy and professionalism descends when the situation demands it; a far cry from the scene the previous evening, leaping around my bedroom like a crazed demon, rehearsing the things I actually wanted to say during this meeting. This description is not an exaggeration, and I do believe working in this sector is slowly turning me insane.