Okoroafor Chike
04-05-2010, 05:10 AM
There was only one thing on Kunle's mind. The interview - he had dearly looked forward to it. By the stretch of his imagination, Kunle couldn't beleive he would be jobless for long after he had obtained his masters in economics. Few interviews had been advertised on the pages of the nation's popular dailies, fewer interviews to come were made known to him through friendly conversations but non were within his grasp. He just wasn't able to secure a job. Luck was just a fugitive who lived far away from the pages of his God-given credentials. Time past sent their theives who silently stalked Kunle. Kunle's impatience was building like a molten lava in the heart of a volcanic hill.
The morning for the interview finally came. Silence at such early hours as usual was a sacrilage to the overcrowded neighbourhood. Kunle was already awake before his clock's alarm buzzed. Of course he had damned a better half of his unenjoyable sleep amid obtrusive, blood-sucking mosquitoes. With hands akimbo at certain intervals, he was already soliloquizing, reciting, trying hard to invoke the best tone and speech for the oral interview. Tiny beads of hot sweat misted over his body. The kerosene lantern on his reading table may yet have been an ally but its generated heat coupled with the room's compact size hotly stirred Kunle's body. Kunle was sucked in to his revision materials until his clock's alarm buzzed for the second interval.
Without further delay, Kunle grabbed his wrap-round towel and dashed out of his room with his lantern. While he headed for the common bathroom, Kunle sincerely hoped not to find any moron already making use of the bathroom.
(To be continued in 3 days time)
The morning for the interview finally came. Silence at such early hours as usual was a sacrilage to the overcrowded neighbourhood. Kunle was already awake before his clock's alarm buzzed. Of course he had damned a better half of his unenjoyable sleep amid obtrusive, blood-sucking mosquitoes. With hands akimbo at certain intervals, he was already soliloquizing, reciting, trying hard to invoke the best tone and speech for the oral interview. Tiny beads of hot sweat misted over his body. The kerosene lantern on his reading table may yet have been an ally but its generated heat coupled with the room's compact size hotly stirred Kunle's body. Kunle was sucked in to his revision materials until his clock's alarm buzzed for the second interval.
Without further delay, Kunle grabbed his wrap-round towel and dashed out of his room with his lantern. While he headed for the common bathroom, Kunle sincerely hoped not to find any moron already making use of the bathroom.
(To be continued in 3 days time)