Yesterday i booked out. Took the fastcraft with one of my clerks. Shared a few moments together. Suddenly we touched upon our ORD date. Ah.. what a lovely tune to my ear. Unfortunately it was disaster for him. Oh how he lamented, sneaked joy into my heart. With every sentence, my grin stretched a little wider.

"It is the lost of every coyline clerks!" he laments, my heart skipped.
"You are a very good Dy to us.., Osman told me that in his 3 years plus in camp, he has never seen a friendlier Dy!" Oh.. my heart just sank it's feets into cloud 9.

"Aiyah... " and so he sighs.


"Ding dong.." please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for travelling with Cloud 9.

And so my heart fluttered to a place flowing with milk and honey...


Like what I have told many of my clerks. I have no men to my name, no section commander to support nor PS to assist. But I only have my clerks as my men. They are the ones who fight my kind of battle. The admin kind. They may not necessary be the fittest, nor the most garang. But definitely they are my men. Whatever their size, height, education or fitness, I take pride in leading them and being their head.

I have not been called to Officerhood for nuts, leave that for the monkeys. I came to make an impact on my guys, my men.

i will not step down till I have made a difference to them.

Coz,

i am your Dy.

Heads up guys. Dy is here to stay.

Cheers
Dy

Bob