Stepping into the world of Consultancy!

I have been working in a proper office for a couple of months now. But the salary is not worth striving for. The money which hits my bank account at month-end is just peanuts. That is why I have been strategizing all around trying to make ends meet. To be more precise, I have decided to join the world of consultancy. I have of recent been spotted trekking the streets of Kigali with a file under my armpit. I walk around dressed in a superb single breast suit and tie. Even when the sun is shining bright and hot, you will spot me walking with my suit on. The temperatures are unbearable but I have no choice. I just walk all day long until the collar of my white shirt turns to colour brown as a result of sweating. For all the offices that I have approached, there has been a glimmer of hope. Yes, indeed most of these organizations have a few Birakas for me. The only problem they have about me is my brown collar. The whiff that accompanies such sweat is not helping in my cause. Anyways, recently, I managed to get a positive answer. My Kiraka was to create a database in the computer and proceed to post archived data for the past 5 years. Naturally, the data for the past 5 years was stashed away in old dusty box files. The dust that accompanied it was simply unbearable. This caused sneezing and coughing. But I had to strive on and start building a C.V from scratch. On my CV, I would indicate that my first consultancy job was to act as a real Database Systems Analyst. The truth of the matter is that I was a simple Database clerk who had got a Kiraka in this powerful organization. Aggrey was so happy for me. Wow! At least the Diaspoman can now wake up in the morning and head towards an office building to “consult!”. Anyhow, I continued to enjoy my Kiraka until things became monkey for me the other day. You see, I always tried to impress my clients that I was a really hard working consultant. In order to prove that I was a professional, I had to make sure that I was smartly dressed in a powerful suit and necktie. I would proceed to my corner somewhere and start entering data into the computer. But one day, my client called me to his office and asked me to work with him in his office. There was something so urgent that he had to submit to his board of directors. So, off I left my cubicle and majestically I entered his office. I sat next to him as we tried to work out the report in record time. My client was a casual guy. That is why he just appeared in office dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of Levis Jean trousers. As we worked at his desk, a group of top class investors from the Asia region entered his office. There is an English saying that “First impressions are the last ones!” The investors immediately assumed that I was the real boss since I was dressed in a striking suit. They assumed that my boss was actually a lousy clerk helping me out with my work. Immediately the investors extended their hand to greet me first! I tried to explain that I was not the boss but before I could open my mouth, the investors opened theirs’. “Sir, can you please tell your clerk to leave us for a few minutes? We have some important issues to discuss with you Sir.” Then they turned towards my client who was dressed in a sports tracksuit “Hey, don’t you speak the English Language? Please Vamoose from here because your boss has some serious issues to discuss with us.” As for me, I was fast becoming crestfallen. This was total embarrassment. To make matters worse, my client complied! He picked up his keys and walked out. As I frantically tried to explain the situation, the investors had started their Power Point presentation. I just sat back and absorbed all. I have not yet seen my client since this incident took place. I have a feeling that he will cancel my lucrative contract due to impersonation, insubordination and usurping his power from under his feet………