IRONY

Kenny drenched in his suit staggered across the road. The night was cold and dark; one would think he had on a black suit rather than the old ash suit that hung helplessly on his shoulders.

12hours earlier, Kenny had been joyful over an interview. Haven applied severally for diverse jobs, this was the first to have called him up for an interview. With his thoughts in melodious harmony, he walked confidently into the cocoa factory

“…alas, I shall earn money I can call mine

I shall be called successful

I shall now be able to raise a family

I shall now join the league of responsible men…”

Kenny’s thought’s had sung.

The weather had been as bright as his thoughts making every moment perfect for Kenny. An elegantly dressed young lady had ushered him into an office where he spent the next 5 hours waiting to be attended to. It was soon closing hours, Kenny could hear rumbling and understood that employees were getting set to head home for the day. Wearied of waiting, He stepped out, walked up to an employee to ask for where he was to be interviewed. The employee gave him an astonishing look and spoke, ‘the interview was over an hour ago, are you sure you were summoned?’

Destabilized, broken, disappointed and crushed, Kenny dragged his feet out of the factory and into the bar that glittered just across the road.

Now drunken crossing the road, all Kenny desired was death.

Death, a quick escape…so he thought

Death heard and responded,

Pinmmm! Gbaaa!!

Kenny was flung to the ground like a stone tossed in the air.

He was gone.

Thought forgotten…

Well wishers and family members mourned his death and a sum total of 10 million Naria was spent for Kenny’s funeral ceremony.