Having been rushed off my little boxed bed by the sound of the loud Gospel music emanating from my neighbour's bedroom, I scrubbed my face, checked the time on my phone and stretched my way out of the room to the nearby bush to have a release of excess water from my system as our shared restroom was already occupied.
I was harshly shouted at by the early morning sun which seemed to have a banter with me for waking so late. With one palm placed on my forehead to shade my eyes from the sunlight, I strutted over to the bush side to urinate.
Then I returned to my room feeling several pounds lighter. The feeling was then accompanied by the excruciating bite of the intestines which was a warning that my system needed refilling. I glanced at the clock and it was 8:05am which to me was still too early for breakfast because I operate a 101 (breakfast, no lunch, dinner) system of feeding.
"Damn it" I thought. I had mistakenly woken up early thinking that I should be in school when I had already done "done and dusted" after my final exams. Looking back, I was tempted by the cosiness of my little nest as it smiled at me invitingly.
I shrugged off the temptation when I remembered that I had an appointment to meet up with and dived out into bathroom for a quick brush and shower. Like the sharp guy that I am, I was done in a jiffy, grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on loosely yanking my bag on my shoulders on my way out.
The streets were busy as usual, the street sellers unpacking their products by the roadside to the rhythm of taxi honks and shouts from bus loaders. I immediately waved down a minibus to ferry me to my destination.
On getting to my appointment venue, I met the secretary who gave out an air of oddity and seemed out of place. He wore rumpled cream coloured shirt with black pants, tucked in awkwardly with a a pair of black shoes who's tip curved upwards as if pleading for help from the most high.
He told me that his boss was not on seat with a forced smile that seemed to disfigure his face instead of brightening it.
"Nice work ethic" I thought as I glanced at my watch to see that I was a minute late for the meeting, and the one who fixed the meeting is not even on seat. Minutes passed as I waited for the arrival of the 'boss'. Then an hour passed and my stomach started biting again to remind me of my deficiencies.
"Hey" I called at the secretary "I want to eat across the street please. In case your boss comes in, let him know that I'm around and I'm coming"
"its okay" he replied as I threw my bag over my shoulder and went out into the streets. I immediately found a buka by the street corner and was served what tasted more like a concoction than a real meal, but then filled my tummy and re-energized me.
by the time I came back, the boss had already arrived and was on seat attending to other people.
"I hope you told him that I had been waiting for him" I asked the secretary as I perused the waiting list.
"I'm sorry I forgot" he replied as the words pierced through my ears. It was an indication that I was about to spend the best part of my day waiting in a long waiting line just because the boss decided to come in late and the secretary forgot to tell him of my presence.
I waited there for hours, switching between writing on hive, checking my social media and anxiously checking the emergence of every visitor from the office to figure out if my time was due. Then I was called inside for my appointment and after a lengthy discussion where I did most of the talking, trying to convince 'the boss' that I've got what it takes to handle the job, I was offered a pay that made it look like I was begging for the job.
I turned down the offer with a polite smile and a firm handshake that my mind encouraged me to turn into a hand break. I stepped back into the already mature streets where darkness was already approaching and boarded the next available bus to church for the evening service.
On my way home from service, I logged into my email and other necessary accounts to see if I have any new appointments to which I found none. With my earphones rightly affixed to my ears and soft music oozing from it, I savoured the evening's breeze as I got home, showered and went straight to bed mummering to myself "We go again tomorrow"
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What a wonderful, breezy, light and bright comment on your life and structure of your typical day. Much of the disappointing situation that young in your country find themselves in registers, loudly, in this piece. However, you give us a feeling that you’re handling life and times with humour and a good enough attitude to get you through it. A lovely read!
Thank you very much for the kind words