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Whom am I kidding? I needed that job and I could not even be bothered to prepare? For how long Koni? My stomach began grumbling. I was so hungry; I was literally following any passing food with my eyes. This was no time to feel shame.  I scanned the area and spotted a target, a lady by the chips stand.   "Hello there, how are you?" She did not reply. "Oh, sorry I didn't quite realize you were addressing me," she said smiling, "I'm fine, how about you?"   This lady looked corporate. She was dressed in a grey skirt and a black coat on top of a neatly ironed white blouse. She even had a bowtie, a grey bowtie. She looked young, early twenties-ish maybe or perhaps she just had money. She had this graceful body and thick, black shiny hair.   "I'm hu-hungry," I said amid a lousy yawn.    She giggled. It did not quite dawn on her instantly that I was not joking. On realizing this, she was taken aback but tried not to show it. "Well, I ca...

I slept early last night so that I could wake up early for the interview. Actually, the reason I had to wake up early is that the town center, where the interview is to take place, is quite far from my place and since I have no fare, I have to walk all the way there. I had gone to these interviews a lot, almost two hundred and seventeen of them. So, when I told my mother I was going to another, she wasn't that thrilled. In fact, she stopped giving me fare and packed lunch at interview seven. I heard my 5:00 am alarm but I slammed that snooze button. I snoozed it like three times again because in my mind it was only like ten minutes or so. Little did I know that my alarm was snoozing for an hour every time I hit that button. I felt a warm sensation from the sun on my cheek as I stretched on my mattress. Wait, why am I feeling the sun at 6:00 am? Oh no! I rushed to the bathroom behind my house, actually my brother's. I don't own anything tangible and by that, I mean something...

Thirty-seven years of munching down bread and ugali yet I cannot even get myself a wife. It is a burdensome task right now since the future is bleak and I don't even have a girlfriend to make into a wife. I know… shameful right? You know what the most painful part is? I have not felt the touch of a woman in a long long time . It hurts. It hurts even more that this is not by choice and I am forced to shove this reality down my gut every single day – I simply lack the social capital to gallop from hole to hole…or any capital for that matter. My name is Chronic Konelia. Yes, I was named after a bout that almost wiped out my village, The Chronic Diarrhoea. The name sounded sophisticated to my father, a hospital janitor at the time. He never bothered to find out what it meant. Be that as it may, I have grown to like my name. I even shortened it to Koni. I bet it sounds corny that way. I hate myself; my parents hate me; my siblings and community hate me as well. Or maybe hate i...