It was about 2:00am, today being quite not so different from just other days, he had checked up on his test score, an aptitude test, international test, and he had emerged the best in his continent, which meant he, with some other lucky few, about 6 of them in all will have the scholarship. But it was only guaranteed a half tuition scholarship until the final battle when the first and second from the six emerging baby-champions will be granted a full scholarship and prize money.
All his friends had either travelled or went back to school, the remaining were in distant lands serving their fatherland, he had gone through the ritual of informing all that knew of the test about his success -they were about a handful of people-, so much love from them all, his mother’s voice over the phone resounded in his head for some hours as he gallivanted around his one bedroom apartment, jumping from one part to the other, he was totally overjoyed. What best to seal this great news than to go out and “Turn it up”, but his friends weren’t around, he thought and pondered for a while then decided to go it solo, it has never harmed a man to walk his path alone after all we all were born “solo”, he laughed at his own philosophical mind and the gibberish it just spewed forth, it must have been his over-joyous state that had caused it, he didn’t mind, didn’t chastice or chide himself like he would have done on other days, today is a different day.
He had made it to the second club for the night, had his fair share of drinks and dance, got a couple of phone numbers from the ladies on the dance floor, starting to feel a little tipsy, he made way to his car in the lot, a Toyota Solara Modelled car, and straight to another club, he was going to break his personal record of three clubs a night by attending four today. It was a good night for him.
As he sauntered into the fourth clubhouse, he met with a couple of old friends who had lost contact with him for a while, a long while and it was quite and easy task catching up and bringing one another up to speed on matters arising in individual lives, well the best of the stories were shared and it mostly sounded like bragging about achievements made over the others, a subtle competition to decide who had lived the best life so far… he didn’t do bad in the reports and wasn’t the best either but as things were going smoothly for him and with the good news in pocket from earlier in the day, there was nothing that was going to spoil his mood, not even after he found his car tire had been deflated, quite unexplainable but he tagged team with one of his friends, the safest of them in terms of driving who wasn’t drunk or apparently was better at composure while drunk… loud music and gyrations in the car as they blasted one of the Old 90s music Album while they drove through the lonely roads of the night. With the cold breeze hitting their face through the wound-low side windows of the sport car, they fired through into the night at a reasonable speed first, then, gradually at a breakneck speed. Unusual, but with alcohol of various kinds and brands in the system…
He smiled, that was one of the millions of thoughts that could get him through and laughing as this was one of the most hated moments of his life, meeting one on one with his boss who seemed to enjoy torturing him daily with ginger-garlic mixed with rotten teeth combination of smell, he wondered the torture his boss’wife and children go through on the daily, he smiled yet again, his boss must have thought the joke he just cracked was that funny, if only his boss knew what was on his mind… then an excerpt of I. Ighoni Barrett’s book “Love Is Power or Something Like That” flashed through his mind, that was his favourite part, it was about a man who had a bloody mouth odour in a BRT bus…
” So, I shouted at the conductor, See, the woman I was sitting near, she’s in front!”
As soon as I opened my mouth, everybody else closed their mouth. Even though BRT bus is long – with forty-nine passengers, I did not know that before – yet in the front, people were making foon-foon sound and covering their nose. The conductor squeezed his face like I have killed his mother, then he released my hand and ran to the front, and the bus started to move.
So therefore, the whole long journey I have been standing and taking advice from everybody about my smelling mouth problem. It wasn’t easy o, forty-nine people against only me. Those people, they nearly killed me with advice, I swear to God. And anytime that I want to explain, they will just be shouting that I should shut up. Anyhow, to cut short the long story, by the time I reached my bus stop they have analysed the whole of my life and they have told me all the things that are causing my smelling mouth problem…”
He laughed harder as his boss gently slid a letter through the other end of his table…
He opened it and laughed a lot harder, the son of a Bitch just fired him.