" Glemo we must hurry up,school of med is an hour ride. Spin faster." Snapped Simon.
He was so anxious to host a medical student. Why? Ledu,that Education
Affairs Secretary and close associate would be on stitches and surprised
on a scale balance. Ledu, a common factor in girls' circles would be
missing a point,a crazy note and knot... Where the hell did this
sonafabitch get her?
Tammes, the
African mzungu was fixing the room in no rush. An expert in interior
design, colognes,roll ons and deodorants were making the scent never
known in this universe. With the borrowed duvets,carpet and table
cloth,the cube could make UK grant the idiot a job in the State House.
Ego was his major but such a triumphant effort,Simon had to shut the
critical tongue slash.
Friends and loyalty. Johanna was on the
mix,fixing memory cards and CDs,how only the micro comrades could tell if
only Tammes had not elongated their slumber. The woofer was scratchy
courtesy of the cockroaches,no wonder they were doomed in Rwanda!Johanna
had to fix it. ASAP.
Simon was about to be at ease. Every moves
was almost cool,only the kitchen was hot. Then Tostee the Mr. Kitchen
Master,he who cooks everything,pilau,chicken,orders,lies,rumours,
stories... " Your coils just blew,two of them,one with pilau, the other
one did much better,spilled your meat and...."
He was having fun,matter of factly,his words were clear-fix the situation senile bro lest you first impression gets juicier.
"Your extension is sick buddy,no music,no mixes,we're fixed." Johanna's
message was simple. " You live next door,three rooms,find an
extension-two,we need a back up plan,three minutes is an excess." Simon
had to spit,time wasting jeopardised his chances.
"Pick that
buzzing sorry device,vibrations and cancer are pals,die alone." Sam,the
naughty year two brat was at his friendliest tone,he had the whole clock
to watch Simon murky party.
" Hello Abote, your piece on dangling strings* was sick and sic. Nude truth bro.."
What's the difference? Really..
"Go to hell! Tracy and I are coming
down there. She is into you buddy, I have gloves,just in case you guys
decide to.... two minutes and we're in. I should not have called,It was
a surprise visit,impromptu rather. Be set idiot.." Off he went.
Abote,The Proof Reader of The Union had his way with laughter,
girls,pranks and now this,fixed Simon. That girl Tracy was a crash but
now...
"Please buddy,I just bumped unto it,I can't spill juice on the white
table cloth willingly." Tostee the mess was at his messy biz.
"Fold that cream bed sheet into a super quartet,clean your shit on this
sheet. Now." Simon was trying cooling his temper,If only he could sack
the thumb like Plato the film guy!
"Sweety were are in a mad
jam,a truck has blocked the road and our MU84 is number 25 from the
leading car.Traffic try to fix it. I'm so hungry,cook faster." That was
a relief. If only Virginia could overstay in that jam,he would be done
fixing Abote,Crash,Tostee,Johana and ooh! Like idiot-Raju- all is well ,was the only comforter.
"No more single boys in my circles, Jacky here is the good boy I
promised." Ledu the fixer was hooking Simon! At his place as he stared
at the busy dungeon turned hotel,club before getting the stare of-get
your jerky Jacky out we have VG,the medic coming.
Abote the
laughing pro,chairman of selfies and humour was right,right in
place,fixing the catch,the crash to Simon. Fixed. Two girls around,for
him,messed table cloth,blown coils,dilapidated extension and VG was off
jam,near Kesses in 20 minutes. Fixed.
Think quick lest they kill you quick. You're fixed.
"Guys." He share the mind,told the truth,asked for help. And. Just. Worked. Out.
All oddities in check,the buzz was never loud but efficient. Abote and Johanna fixed the music system .The two,Tracy the crash and jerky Jacky
helped Glemo and Tostee make the kitchenware and food orderly.
Ledu and Simon left for VG as Abote rehearsed the brand news jokes.
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