"What putrifying smell was that"? i bursted out quietly in exhaustion
Turning my head and positioning my jaw right and lwft, i made best attempts at re-assuring i wasnt the mobile compost. With 'Double-sure deodorant protection and a suffocating bath in numerous spritz of Escada, i couldn't possibly be the one... last sniffs and i was settled.
Didn't he have a nose? He sure didn't have a flu or nasal congestion. No wonder he was the only one in the office. Aboks and T2 must have bursted outa the office like a diver for a breathe of fresh air. Picking courage i walked back in and found the culprit....HIS SHOES!
It's a suicidal thing when one is in the line of setting off alarms and one can't hear any of them. It' like walking back-first into the high-way with ear-phone rammed into your ears. Apart from Kufa's practical instance, a lot of us set off alarms and walked away in ignorance from the stampede we've caused ... Kufa is sure walking away in his own. There are mobile accidents waiting for a park and victims.
If you haven't encountered any of these 'Mobile Compost',you dont leave on earth;
- Smelly arm-holes(Dripping with sweat)
- Smelly shoes
- Over-grown/Yellow coloured under-arm peeking out of the corners
- Body odour
- Tummy- wrenching mouth odour
- Smelly hair-Ladies...you dont have to wear your hair to gain value for y'money!
- Unkept locks- 'dredded locks'
- Snors
- Talkatives
These could go on and on. I don't pray anyone be a carrier of any of this cos one day,for fear of contaminating his sweet smelling sacrifices, God will send you to another planet...
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