This post may apply to mainly to those that work or have worked in banks in Nigeria. I've always been spooked by stories of what people have to do to meet the targets imposed on them by their employers, I have always thought and still think that I would rather stay unemployed than work in the marketing departing of a (new generation) bank. A CEO of one of the topmost NGBs in Nigeria was rumored to have said something during a meeting with staff a few years back; "I don't care if you have to f*ck your mother, I don't care if you have to f*ck your father. I don't care who you have to f*ck to meet your target. Just make sure you meet it!". I can verify this only to the extent that a friend who works in said bank corroborated the story.
Last night someone sent munched chats that a mutual friend had with one of her bank's customers. This mutual friend is older than us both and is married with a couple of kids. She works in a bank and we know she works very hard to meet her targets. What we didn't know however was how far she'd go to meet those targets. I mean, she's one of the most reserved and conservative people we know. She's also a very good and religious Catholic, the type that attends mass daily and is a member of a few departments in church. Also being a very dedicated member she's friends with the church, one of the very big ones in Abuja, and was fortunate to have their account. Major money!
What we also did not know was that in order to keep this account Mrs *Bee has to 'please' Father. The chat that was sent to me was a conversation between Father and Mrs Bee. Mrs Bee asked father if she could come and pick up some millions from the church as he had asked her to, but Father had other things in mind. Father said he's in bed and wants her in bed with him. Father said he has a hard on and he wants to fork her (his words not mine). Mrs Bee tried to wriggle out of that but still be able to pick up the money, she tried to stay professional yet friendly so as not to upset Father who is one of her biggest customers. But Father wasn't having any if it. He complained that she wasn't being romantic and he missed her, he also accused her of not loving him the way he loved her. Mrs Bee's reply SHOCKED us. "Father you know I love you. if I don't love you will I let you touch me?" Oh no! Mrs Beeeeeeeee! Father responded, saying that he understood, but he wanted her more often and he wasn't happy that she was depriving him of her juice (once again, his words, not mine). From the rest of the chat it's obvious that Mrs Zee has been physically intimate with Father, who besides being a reverend father is the Parish Priest of the church.
I was enraged that a man of the cloth would do this. Actually I was going to centre the post around that. But this morning (not being able to stop thinking about it) I thought about Mrs Bee, someone who kept herself chaste through most of her life, someone who's so dedicated to the church. Is this the length her job has driven her to? To compromise herself in the worst of manners? Be unfaithful to her husband and not just with any man but with one of the cloth? Is this how far she had to go to meet her target, keep her job, look after the kids?
I have to leave out so many details of the chat as I think it's a bit too sensitive. What I could gather though was that she is in no way happy to be doing what she's doing. Father is taking advantage of his position with monies which aren't even personally his but mostly members' offerings, seeds and tithes. Another question I asked myself was who else is Mrs Bee 'servicing' to meet her target?
Last year my friend (and blog reader) joined another new generation bank and was given a target of 600M Naira. I remember the morning she called me to ask if I knew anyone she could go to meet to help her meet her target. I couldn't even begin to think. In addition to this the bank also demanded that my friend who is a size 10/12 at most lose some weight! This particularly enraged me.
I get mentally exhausted listening to tales of people in the Banking industry. I also know that men are not exempted from this nightmare either.
Another dear friend's sister left her office at a bank one afternoon to go meet with a prospective customer to persuade him to open an account with them. After a long chat with the prospective customer and no headway she got into her car and started driving back to work, but instead she made a detour and went home for a quick nap. She soon woke up from her nap but she never went back to that office. She's been doing her personal business ever since and says it's the best decision she ever made.
Have you or anyone you know ever been a victim of targets? How does one meet targets without compromising oneself? Or are bank targets not really as bad as people make them out to be?