Novels by nkvaniira26

I begrudgingly give my money to the woman in the booking office of the bus I will be traveling on to the capital. I mean it was the last of the money I had on me. She gives me a tiny ticket with the bus plate number and my details on it. I look at it like it could magically change to my money so I could walk out of there and back to my house to prepare for the interview.I didn't think I would have run out of money this soon. And I also didn't think it would have been me buying a ticket to go see a woman I haven't seen for like two decades. Yeah, I'm outrageous and completely stupid.But for some reason I feel like I'm doing the right thing. I hope that's the case otherwise I'm so screwed. Oh well, I was born screwed.I jump into the bus and find my isle seat. I hate isle seats for a reason! There is always a fat woman with many heavy luggage walking through and they bump into you severally apologizing all the while. Then there is always some k

The voice was a woman's. Unfamiliar woman. I let out a breath I didn't know I held. I feel like a tension that had unknowingly grown in my shoulder release. Good I don't have to think about the girl next door contacting me suddenly after years. I don't think she even knew my name. The letter she wrote to me back then addressed 'friendly neighbour ' . That is not my name ."Uh, hi... Hello, sorry I just..." I realize I don't know what to say to her, " You called earlier so... " I rub my forehead in frustration.Maybe she realized it was a wrong number right after I picked. And here I am calling back without anything to say. I feel stupid now."I'm sorry I called, I just didn't know who else to call. I know it's too much to ask but I need your help. Wherever you are at now can you make it to the capital before noon tomorrow? Please? " She pleads sounding desperate.Who is she?"Uh...well I could really use a name first. ""It

"... the KASA party leader Mumbo was captured by our camera man shaking hands and laughing along with men wearing dark suits and glasses right after the rally in the metropolis stadium..." Says the news anchor of the 24/7 news broadcasting channel.I had to tune out the rest of the words. Every day it's the same thing . Politics! Why exactly are we supposed to be interested in his shaking hands with men in dark suits and glasses? Could be his body guards. News anchors these days broadcast anything whether it makes sense or not!I could still hear the woman's voice rumbling on and on as I down the contents of my glass . I look up and see the small TV high up there behind the counter. The bar tender is paying too much attention to it like he'll sit an exam tomorrow about it all.I get his attention by tugging on the little white towel over his shoulder. He looks at me his eyebrows scrunched in annoyance for a second before he schools his expre

"... the KASA party leader Mumbo was captured by our camera man shaking hands and laughing along with men wearing dark suits and glasses right after the rally in the metropolis stadium..." Says the news anchor of the 24/7 news broadcasting channel.I had to tune out the rest of the words. Every day it's the same thing . Politics! Why exactly are we supposed to be interested in his shaking hands with men in dark suits and glasses? Could be his body guards. News anchors these days broadcast anything whether it makes sense or not!I could still hear the woman's voice rumbling on and on as I down the contents of my glass . I look up and see the small TV high up there behind the counter. The bar tender is paying too much attention to it like he'll sit an exam tomorrow about it all.I get his attention by tugging on the little white towel over his shoulder. He looks at me his eyebrows scrunched in annoyance for a second before he schools his expre

I've always known I'm not the funniest person on the planet. I could make me laugh though. Jerome and Mickey too. I know I can't be that dry with my jokes. I mean, it only takes a silly memory to have me rapturing in hysterics. I throw in a little sarcastic remark and the boys crack their ribs.But when it comes to my coworkers ,I'd throw in my best material and it's like they never hear me. No reaction at all . I sometimes even wish for a glare or objects thrown at me but nothing!They came to work and a second they are not working I think they feel like the boss will fire them.So it's around nine o'clock, I'm seated on a high stool before a working table with like all basic laboratory equipment, beakers, thermometer , test tubes... Name them.Before me in an open kind of way is a couple of machines which are humming in perfect harmony as they mix, cut, shape and all that processing of soaps . My coworkers Jenny, Gary and Phillip are

Nobody likes Monday applies to everyone else except Jeremairel commonly known as Jerome. As we speak he stands tall and proud in his usual suspenders in the little kitchen island of his open plan apartment working on some eggs. Not cooking really, drawing faces on them.There are six eggs in the pack . Two for each one of us. He says he captures our moods moments before breakfast. I'll tell you mine, I HATE MONDAYS. So I'm so tired and grumpy. I would love to go back to bed and sleep until Tuesday. But I have work. We all have work. We all work at the same place.There is Michael, we mostly call him Mickey. He is super pissed. He never wants to go to work on Monday. And the sketch artist himself Jerome, the guy is so excited and happy for reasons best known to him. So usually we just sit around waiting for him to be done drawing cartoons on eggs before we cook them and have breakfast .After eons of him scrunching his brows ,sticking out his tongu