My 1st On-Site Nightmare 😭🌍✈️

People think “onsite” means foreign trips, dollars, luxury life, and LinkedIn updates with airport photos.
My onsite started like an action movie directed by stress itself. 💀

Joined a small IT company and in just my 2nd year got a chance to go onsite to Ghana.
For a middle-class IT guy, that itself felt like winning the World Cup.

Before me, my senior had already gone there.
I landed with around 10,000 dollars because we had to settle hotel payments, expenses, and company stuff.

Hotels were charging around 100 USD per night.
Our salary said “brother… calm down.” 😭

So we shifted to a service apartment costing less than 1000 USD per month.
Office was just a 20-minute walk away.
We thought we were doing smart financial planning.

Day 1 in office done.
6 PM.
Me and my senior started walking back home peacefully like two innocent software engineers carrying laptops and dreams.

Suddenly one guy came near my senior and started talking casually.

I thought: “Ah nice… local friend near office.”

I even walked a few steps ahead to give them privacy like a respectful human being. 😌

Next second…

BRO PULLED OUT A HUGE GRASS-CUTTING KNIFE. 😭🔪

Started attacking my senior and trying to snatch the bag.

That bag had:

• Passport
• Laptop
• Cash
• Basically our entire onsite future 💀

And me?

My soul left my body and went back to India immediately.

I didn’t know whether to fight, run, scream, pray, or update my resume.

I shouted for help.

There was one guy sitting on a bike nearby casually watching everything like it was a Netflix series.
I ran to him asking for help.

Zero response.

Then luckily a security guard from a nearby bank heard me shouting and came running.

Immediately the attacker left my senior, jumped onto that same bike, and escaped.

That’s when we realized…

THE BIKE GUY WAS HIS TEAMMATE. 😭

Straight away we rushed my senior to the hospital.
He got stitches.
One full day in a new country and already hospital entry completed.

For one week I took care of him.
We didn’t even step outside the room.

After that my senior returned to India.

And there I was…

ALONE.
In a completely new country.
With fear level: 1000%.

Slowly I started interacting with local people.
Shared the incident with them.

Most of them were actually shocked and told me such incidents are rare there.

Then I understood something important.

Locals there often carry physical cash because many people don’t trust banks fully.
So seeing office bags probably made them think we were carrying huge cash.

Slowly the fear reduced.

And funny enough… the same scared guy who couldn’t even sleep properly in week one later roamed around even African slum areas with the help of that bank security guard. 😅

Life is strange.

Sometimes the place you fear the most teaches you the biggest lessons.

My Message ❤️

Never judge an entire country or its people because of one bad incident.
Fear comes fast. Understanding takes time.

And one more thing…

Behind every “onsite success story” there’s usually:

• Fear
• Struggle
• Loneliness
• Survival mode
• And at least one story that parents should never know completely