Please, I am a 27-year-old cook at a restaurant in Accra. We are a bit popular, and many people come here, especially on Fridays and weekends. I have been working here for the past two years with a current salary of GHS 1,100 monthly.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
Our manager and another chef who was here before me have been hiding something from me all this while. I used to think they were dating, so it didn’t bother me that much.
The lady had a motor accident last month and can’t come to work anymore. She stopped, and I am now the main chef here. After this, our manager said I was now in charge of the cooking, and he called me to his office for a detailed conversation.
He told me that he wanted me to pour something into the food every time I finish cooking before it can be served. I had to do it when no one was watching. My salary, which was supposed to be GHS 1,300 for being the head chef, would be increased to GHS 3,500 monthly if I agreed to do what he asked.
What he wanted me to pour into the food was blood. It’s in a small pot tied with a red scarf behind the fridge in his office. There’s a small calabash on it, which I am to use to fetch it and mix with the food when no one is around. He also added that if I am to serve him, our overall boss, or myself, I have to dish out the food before mixing it with the blood.
I have been thinking about his proposal for a while, and it’s eating me up. I agreed to do it, so I did it sometime within the week, but I don’t want to continue. He never told me why I needed to mix the food with that blood. I am just getting to know of this now.
I used to eat some of the food before it was served to customers, so whatever effect it has, it has already affected me. Everyone working here is a victim of this cruelty. The privilege I now enjoy is just because the other lady is no longer around.
The problem is I tried to take pictures of the pot to show my boyfriend, but all the pictures came out blank. The pot didn’t show. When I take pictures of anything else in the room, they appear, but when I try to photograph the pot, the picture goes completely dark.
I’ve sent some photos, but they are all blank. I am scared that I am saying this here. I don’t know what will happen, and I don’t know if I am safe. If I decide to quit the job, he made me swear there’s no going back. Once I touched the pot, I was committed.
I feel really bad. I love the new salary and my position, but I’m scared. The blood was almost finished by Friday, but it was full again. I don’t know if it’s human blood or animal blood, but it smells awful.
There’s something under the pot, and the blood is on it. He said I should never try to see what it is. If I do, whatever happens to me will be my own fault....CONTINUE READING>>
