hunger games... (Diary Excerpts 31/05/2013)

After very long hours of watching bleach, I decided to head for school around 3:30pm, took a quick shower and threw on an original Burberry long sleeve shirt (showoff) and a pair of Aba made denims that I inherited from my flat mate who cut it too short for him to wear, unfortunate for him but fortunate for me...the Lord really does work in mysterious ways.

I walked to the bus-stop and realized I had very little cash in my wallet, I needed to use the ATM at the Skye bank beside me, but there was a queue, I decided to wait cos there was this pretty young lady on the queue too right in front of me, then she picked a call and I saw ‘the ring’…that was my cue, I had to ditch using that ATM and continue on my journey with the resolve that I’ll use any of the ATMs' in school, couldn't bare the thought of such a pretty girl in another's arms. :D

I don't know how it happened, can't really explain, all I saw was a car door  open and a bike man fall into…no no, inappropriate... I meant fly into a gutter that's more than six feet deep. I stopped abruptly, stared with eyes wide open and replayed the scene again in my head. A car had parked by the road and an old man was coming from behind on his bike. Just about the time the bike was beside the door of the front passenger seat, the occupant of that seat opened the door to get off and like one of Kobe Bryant’s long throws, the old man and his bike... swooooop!! Into the gutter they went.

The gods the guy who opened the door served were not sleeping at that time, for the odds were in his favor...the driver was a soja man, so nobody could harass him.

Eventually a relatively tall dude goes into the gutter and pulls the man out, I felt pity for gramps. He couldn’t stand straight anymore, fright written all over him like the mundane tattoos on wiz khalifa, he had to be lifted into the car so he could be taken to the hospital.

At first I thought he was dead, because great was his dive into that crater called a gutter, then he was brought out alive but from the way he moved, one could see gramps had broken a few bones. I felt pity for him and the pretty girl who just got off a bike for money fell out her wallet and it had being picked by somebody who needed it more.

I moved on, got on a bus and landed in school. There weren’t classes in my faculty today because of the LAWSA elections so I was just going to see somebody and probably hear the results of the election.

I saw a small crowd outside the faculty when I got there, all of them patiently waiting for the results to be announced. I took the opportunity to look at the faces of the persons that were there. They were scattered everywhere in small groups like it was a refugee situation, but one thing they had in common was that most of them looked starved; this begs the question, where they promised food? There was only one way to find out...ask them? Naa...I chose the more profitable way, sit down somewhere close to where the largest crowd was and wait for what was gonna happen, just in case there was any refreshment, it won’t pass me by.

The results were announced and the whole car park erupted. Suddenly everybody voted for the winner, nobody voted the looser. So if that be the case, where did eleco get their figures from? Hmph… figures nobody wants to associate with the losing side, just so you aren’t excluded from the after which was to hold at club car park, drinks on the winners and when we say drinks we mean coke and fanta.

The dude who won the post of the president was pretty short; I still couldn't spot him even though his supporter had carried him on their shoulders, he prolly got mixed up with some hair or fell into somebody’s pocket, I wonder where he’ll stand to swear his oath. When eventually he was found he kept grinning and shaking hands with people excitedly, he didn't realize he was shaking me the fourth time. Then I soiled my hands with sand in evil anticipation of his return for another hand shake, but he never came back, I was hurt, somebody had to take this handshake and my victim was the outgoing sec gen…(hehehe *evil laugh*) I never really liked him, he had the looks of someone who’s never had enough sleep. Alas! his hands were soiled too, so I had to abandon my evil quest.

The dude who won the post of sec gen was also short, but his height wasn’t the issue, his skin color was…penumbra. He's so black I felt tempted to ask if he took his bath with coal-tar, the dude must use an awful lot of Hypo, poor white shirt. He seemed a little calm though, but for the fact that every time he stood beside a black car he blends in like a bad dent, I wouldn't have said anything.

Then the bottles began to roll in, it was time to pop something in celebration of various victories one of which is victory over hunger... whoop! Whoop! whoop!! All the faces I saw earlier looking hunger stricken suddenly lit up and their bodies sprang into action; the action of answering nature's call for survival. It’s amazing what the site of ready food can do to a shriveled mind and a body hunger was giving a full on hug, now I know how those mosquitoes feel when they see  bare butt after days of starvation...ahhhh!! Nirvana.

They closed in on the bottles like the zombies in resident evil and began scrambling to grab theirs and in less than 2mins the crate was empty, in less than 10mins the bottles were empty. Enters another crate, and the same people scrambled for it like the Europeans scrambled for Africa, some people making away with more than 2 bottles. And another crate and another crate then they realized the winners of the election had no plans to feed their supporter, but to freely give each and every one of them the gift of diabetes and pile. But this didn't stop them from grabbing more; they had plans to get high on coke… fanta and sprite.

The ritual of coke, fanta, handshakes and mechanical smiles continued while I moved on, chatted with a few people then made for home. It looked like it was gonna rain, I had to get a home quick, I had a speech to prepare and a diary excerpt to write. happy new month every one

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