His M.O.
By, Diepiriye S. Kuku-Siemons
The people in the front row mumbled amongst themselves, and peered around to take a good look at him, but said nothing. The couple next to him shifted in their seats each time it happened, but also could not be bothered to confront him. The gentlemen on the other side of him continually cleared their throats in an abrupt attempt to silence him. His mobile phone rang endlessly; after the third time the other moviegoers were tiring of being disturbed.
It was the same each and everywhere he went. His mobile phone had to ring. He had chosen a piercingly loud ring tone whose volume increased with every ring. In the car, he would take calls while cruising along the city streets. He had several mere brushes with bikes, motorcycles and auto rickshaws. While yelling at a telemarketer who tried to swoon him to another mobile service provider, he had once tipped a cow, making a narrow escape before the ensuing mob. Every since that near miss with a tractor after coming home from a disco one late evening, his girlfriend had hissed at him not to speak on his mobile while driving. He was bold, and determined to do as he wanted whenever he wanted, no matter how many people he inconvenienced.
He behaved as if he were the boss of anyone in anyone that he entered. His general modus operandi was to enter a room while speaking loudly on his mobile about the most mundane of things, trying to sound nonchalant as he divvying out instructions to each and every person is sight. Once he had walked into a lunch meeting at a posh new restaurant and barked out his drink order to his new boss’s husband, taunting him when he protested! He had gall.
His mobile phone was his expensive prop that he used to announce his power and demand respect. He loved when his phone rang in public places, and enjoyed the attention he received when folks glared at him whenever his loud mobile chimed in public places. Yet, for all of his nerve, his sex life suffered. For all his audacity to disturb the peace, he really did lack courage. In fact, it was all a cover. For, when it came to getting down to the act, he was a total flop. There was no mobile company, no loud ringtone to ring that would compensate for the fact that he could not bring himself to walk into a chemist and ask for a condom. This was his real M.O.
The people in the front row mumbled amongst themselves, and peered around to take a good look at him, but said nothing. The couple next to him shifted in their seats each time it happened, but also could not be bothered to confront him. The gentlemen on the other side of him continually cleared their throats in an abrupt attempt to silence him. His mobile phone rang endlessly; after the third time the other moviegoers were tiring of being disturbed.
It was the same each and everywhere he went. His mobile phone had to ring. He had chosen a piercingly loud ring tone whose volume increased with every ring. In the car, he would take calls while cruising along the city streets. He had several mere brushes with bikes, motorcycles and auto rickshaws. While yelling at a telemarketer who tried to swoon him to another mobile service provider, he had once tipped a cow, making a narrow escape before the ensuing mob. Every since that near miss with a tractor after coming home from a disco one late evening, his girlfriend had hissed at him not to speak on his mobile while driving. He was bold, and determined to do as he wanted whenever he wanted, no matter how many people he inconvenienced.
He behaved as if he were the boss of anyone in anyone that he entered. His general modus operandi was to enter a room while speaking loudly on his mobile about the most mundane of things, trying to sound nonchalant as he divvying out instructions to each and every person is sight. Once he had walked into a lunch meeting at a posh new restaurant and barked out his drink order to his new boss’s husband, taunting him when he protested! He had gall.
His mobile phone was his expensive prop that he used to announce his power and demand respect. He loved when his phone rang in public places, and enjoyed the attention he received when folks glared at him whenever his loud mobile chimed in public places. Yet, for all of his nerve, his sex life suffered. For all his audacity to disturb the peace, he really did lack courage. In fact, it was all a cover. For, when it came to getting down to the act, he was a total flop. There was no mobile company, no loud ringtone to ring that would compensate for the fact that he could not bring himself to walk into a chemist and ask for a condom. This was his real M.O.
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