I wonder why people always have problems with vocational skills workers. I felt they used to learn it alongside their training, or maybe it's just a part of their personality.
Vocational workers like carpenters, bricklayers, tailor service, mechanics, and the likes are always sometimes crazy enough to get you pissed off. But there are rare times when you get to meet with nice ones among them. But at a very rare opportunity.
As a student, life wasn’t rosy at all, it either you sacrifice your feeding allowance for transport, or you stay at home and eat at the risk of missing classes. You have to sacrifice one for the other. Sometimes you see some students sacrifice their school fees for other things.
This time around I decided to sacrifice my feeding allowances for a good look. I don't have many clothes on me anymore so I decided to change my wardrobe, maybe three or four new dresses to match up with the old ones that are still manageable.
I should have opted for Jean and a round neck, but I already have some. I needed a native wear. Choosing a tailor who would help me sew is sometimes hard for me. And the fashionista I know and use mostly resides in Lagos. So I just have to find someone.
I remembered a guy who helped me sew a dress when I was in my second year. He sews the dress to satisfaction. I was so impressed by his work and creativity. Anytime I put on the clothes he sews for me then, people will stop me to ask about the brainbox behind the nice attire.
I went to his shop, and we had a long discussion. I told him I would be sewing four different types of clothes, he should help me sew them nicer than the ones I sewed in the past. He nodded in agreement, took my measurements and I was about to leave.
Not to disturb him much, and to also make my work faster so I can get it on time. Since he would be buying the materials himself, I sent him all the money we agreed to complete the sewing and his workmanship. I owed him nothing.
That was where I had the biggest regret of my life. I don't know if maybe he had family problems, or maybe he had been praying for someone like me to come. I felt God answered his prayers.
He gave me three weeks that he would complete my clothes for me. So I patiently waited for three weeks, then on the agreed date, I called him to be assured if he would be available and I would be able to get my clothes before going to his shop. What he told me was that he hadn't completed it, so I should be a little bit patient again for another two weeks. Haaa.
I started smelling problems. My patience is beginning to deteriorate gradually. I forcefully waited for two weeks. And the next time I wanted to leave I didn’t even bother calling him. I went straight to his shop. When I got to the shop, my heart skipped. I thought I was blind for some minutes.
He was nowhere to be found, the tailor already disappeared.
I asked around and I was directed to his new shop. Without wasting time I headed straight to the shop. Luckily I met him sewing some clothes. I frowned and asked for my clothes.
He pleaded and told me he had sewn them, he was on the last one. So I should be patient. I asked to see the one he had sewed. Then he brought out some clothes and asked me to put them on.
These clothes are undersized for me! Didn’t you measure me?! I asked.
He said he would adjust them so I should give him more time. I left that day and waited for another three weeks again. I called him and then his number wasn’t going through. Imagine. I went to his new shop and he locked it. He seemed to have known I would be coming for him.
I asked around again and then one day I saw him heading to another tailor's shop. So I went there again and saw him. I asked for the clothes, but he couldn’t answer. I realized he just told me to wear someone else's clothes that day 😂. Crazy!
Immediately, I called a lawyer who was a close friend of mine. Reported the case of this tailor. He heard the conversation and then spoke with the lawyer on the phone. The lawyer threatened him and then he promised to give me my clothes the next week.
I went again the following week. Instead of him giving me my clothes or my money. He gave me two low-quality clothes. More like patched material. And pleaded I would get the remaining two another time. I don't know what to say anymore and to avoid stressing myself, I just had to let go and never step into his shop or call him again. I deleted everything about him.
This is my response to the HIVE LEARNERS weekly prompt in hive learners community for the Week 115 Edition 3 and the topic to be discussed is TO SUE OR NOT TO SUE
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