South Sudan: Crooked people are finally dishonoured at the end
By Majok Arol Dhieu, Greater Lakes State, South Sudan
Friday, May 18, 2018 (PW) — Let me make you burn the candle at both ends, I know you’re tired because you just came back from lectures, work, gossips, evening prayers and double-edged politics. Just add this burden. You are aided with glossary at the end for idioms used in this piece.
One cloudy and dark night, Mr. Jackson sat at the fireplace with his fiancée. The beautiful dish at dinner had been croquettes, made of swede greens with some fried fritters added, and placed beside them. Mr. Jackson, the young manservant of Peter—–the Secretary of Traders Union who is very friendly to the Managing Director of the Cronic Farm.
Jackson in his outgrown uniform and unpolished black sandals take the opportunity to remind his fiancée, kindly and thoughtfully that Mr. David—— the Managing Director of the Cronic Farm will reshuffle his Senior Management Team tonight and that he had applied for the position of Shepherd Boy in the Eastern part of the Farm. He confidently promised his fiancée that if his application is considered, there will be a material change in his circumstances, and that they will lay unbreakable foundation together.
He was on the eve of his politics at age twenty and he claimed to have been licking his boss boots when they were staying together. He knows better, how to twist masters round his little finger. What he wasn’t aware of, is that other people were working days and nights for his downfall, something his fiancée had narrated to him in details.
He talked proudly, tossing the hair out of his eyes, throws his neck back and forward since his hope to be appointed by Managing Director was very high.
His fiancée told him to reserve his boasting and such jollification until the new management is in place so that they can enjoy the exact happiness with other members of the family when he is finally appointed.
After one hour before Jackson and his fiancée completed their conversation, a messenger clattered a gong to alert the public that there will be an announcement shortly in the dining hall. All workers gathered at dining hall for an announcement.
The messenger after he was sure that everybody is present, he cleared his throat and start, announcing new appointees with their new roles.
Dear workers,
The appointment goes as follows:
Engineer Spider is appointed as Secretary of War, Agriculturalist Warthog is appointed as a Secretary of Constructions, Student Mrs Calf is appointed as Secretary of Health, and the list went up to the end, without Jackson name mentioned.
Shit! bullshit! goddamn! This Managing Director sometime behaved like howling dervish, is he crazy, “yelled, Jackson”? How come he appointed those weak people and left me out? Which criteria did he use? I must visit him at the break of dawn tomorrow.
His fiancée exchanges a look in the light of fire flames and reading him a gentle lecture. Don’t shoot the messenger, “she sooth him with little a bit of left-handed compliment”. She then less hardly said, “Darling, I’ve been seeing you, challenging people on the side of education, strengths and capabilities, what have you studied”?
With his face falling below his chest, he said, “I’ve studied, hah, hah, hah, No, let me open my bag inside here to know what I’ve studied exactly. So, you only recognised what you’ve studied when you look at your certificate, “fiancée said with a softly-softly approach”.
He severally looks at his certificate and said, “I studied Public Administration from Hai Moziveen People’s College in Weirdo City”. Weird city! Okay, is fine, said his fiancée.
Again, she insisted to ask her fiancé on where he completed his high school and who were his classmates? As a cigarette-smoker, he lit his cigarette with a cigarette lighter before they continue.
Jackson’s fiancée intention is to smoke him out by finding a fault in his life.
Conversations resumed. Jackson hadn’t licked his lips on this particularly point because the conversation is growing tough and bitter. He bangs his head against a brick wall by saying, “I studied my high school when there was a drought and famine”. I was a son of a very rich man and couldn’t fail to study during famine. So, my classmates were all off and I studied and completed my high school alone. Jackson thought he is talking to a villager girl. He rose up, shrugged his shoulder and went for a short distance to answer the call of nature.
When he returned, his fiancée said, “Jackson, your education background had made my blood boil, I will go for verification first before we could seal our relationship.” She left her fiancé whose reputation is now beyond redemption.
Glossary
- Burn the candle at both ends—— to work or do other things from early in the morning until late at night and so get very little rest
- Lick somebody’s boots—————-to try very hard to please someone in authority, usually in order to get an advantage:
- Twist somebody around your little finger—– to be able to persuade someone to do anything you want, usually because they like you so much:
- Left-handed compliment———- a remark that seems to say something pleasant about a person but could also be an insult:
- Smoke someone out—————-To force someone to leave a hiding place:
- Bang his head against a brick wall—————–To continue vainly to try to achieve something in spite of several unsuccessful attempts:
- Makes your blood boil————– If something makes your blood boil, it makes you really angry:
The author, Majok Arol Dhieu, is a concern citizen in South Sudan and can be reach at majongaroldit@gmail.com
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