The Story
“This was not supposed to happen.”
For twenty-two years, Sipho woke up before sunrise. Same road. Same security gate. Same desk. Same people who knew his children by name because they had watched them grow through the photographs on his cabinet.
The company was no longer just an employer. It had become the rhythm of his life. His bond was approved because of that job. His children’s school fees moved through that salary. His parents received support from that salary. His confidence, if he was honest, also leaned on that salary.
Then the email arrived. Consultation meeting. Ten o’clock. No one had said retrenchment yet. But the body sometimes understands before the mind agrees.
That is how retrenchment enters a family. Not as a tax calculation. As a quiet earthquake.