* WARNING! MATURE CONTENT*
Flashback
April 14th,1990.
Under the scorching,scalp burning April sun, an average heighed,clean-cut twenty-three year old Alhaji.Ismail,spotted in the mist of his friends ,walking and laughing wholeheartedly as one amongst the others cracks series of jokes.
Arriving at his house,despite the company he was enjoying,the sun was too much for him to endure,he couldn't wait to get away from it. He bid the lively group goodbye and made way to his little heaven,as he calls it.
He pushed the wooden bordered rusted zinc door open and made his way into the compound. Passing by two apartment,he reached the third which is his,he pulled out his key from the back pocket of his jeans and opened his one bedroomed flat.
Dragging his heavy legs,he entered his room,with luck by his side,the NEPA decided to bring the light and immediately he increased the speed of the ceiling fan and dropped like a log of wood on his unmade mattress that is directly under the speeding fan.
Minutes later, after gaining some energy to move around,he got up and undressed himself for a cold,relieving shower.
After spending an hour on his sunburnt skin,he exited the toilet with a towel wrapped around from his waist to his knees while droplets of water from his hair and body wet the leathered floor as he walked around the room.
The day passed in a blur with Ismail sleeping aimlessly on his medium sized mattress,that moment,his fate,that will lead to self redemption and self hatred called. His phone rang thrice before he was able to wake up from his deep slumber to pick it up.
Picking the GSM he placed it speaker onto his right ear " salam alaikum" he greeted. " is this Ismail hassan? " the person on the other side asked.
"Eh,nine Ismail,(yes,it's me) how can I help you? " he asked
"More like how can we help you" the man with a stern voice answered. " You applied for a job in our company but we have not vacancy for the position you wrote in your application letter. Considering the fact that you have no experience on that field but you seem intelligent enough,we,on behave of the board administrator,I've been assigned to select a suitable candidate for a certain vacant post." The man explained.
" I,personally called to inform you of the interview which will held in two days as of now,eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late as they say 'time is money' "the man with unknown name concluded and without any delay or response,he hanged up.
Sweaty Ismail sat on his bed,the light was off again. What a news to receive at this time of the day,he thought. Checking his grandpaclock,hung at an angle,it's almost 5:30pm. How long has he been asleep,he wondered.
April,16 1990
Monday eventually came, Ismail was eager and looking forward to his first interview. He has prepared himself well and was determined to get the unsaid position for himself. His clothes,a faded jeans , an oversized shirt and his worn out socks were washed and neatly iron the previous day, also his borrowed cover shoes were polished,or they looked polish.
As a young man,who has not the privilege of attending college,this is his opportunity,the chance to finally make it big ,he thought. Or is it?
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