In Sikaman, deadlines are on wheels.

A worker sent a form for salary advance to his manager who refused to sign it based on the reason given. The manager said the situation the worker had stated as an emergency wasn’t plausible.

The worker had written that he needed the money for a family emergency: his wife had given birth.

“It is not an emergency,” the boss insisted, “you had a nine-month notice.

This stupidity of sounding a siren and speeding through traffic with a coffin must be an African speciality.

I had three days to screw over Nicodemus Archleone and his crew and get this thing out of my head, without getting myself or my friend killed while I did it.

A deadline is a finish line. Don't stop 'til the door shuts in your face!

Nine people can't make a baby in a month.