Blue Rage At Huffhaff Enterprises
By Baba Galleh Jallow

Afang Kangtei Tulubay vigorously shook his head and slapped himself. In a
fit of blue rage, he pulled his nose and kicked the wall and limped around
his highly polished sitting room, moaning and groaning.
Over the past few weeks and days, Afang Kangtei Tulubay’s iron temper had
been rising by the second. It had now reached boiling point and God help
anyone who dared to cross his path. That morning, he had to buy a pot of
blue paint and paint his face to express his rage. He refused to have his
usual breakfast of poached egg sandwich and insisted instead on being served
a full portion of Italian pork-meal, which he angrily gobbled and washed
down with the last bottle of his portent liquid fire, the one he claimed to
have received from the angry spirits of his ancestors.
Afang Kangtei Tulubay had all the reasons in the world to be angry. Some of
his staff at Huffhaff Enterprises had of late become fat-headed and were
exhibiting a level of insubordination that Afang Tulubay could just not
understand. Where had all his fearful magic gone? How could every rat, bird
and chicken now dare to look him in the face? Why do they not now fear and
tremble and scurry somewhere to hide at the mere mention of his name? In the
past, the mere mention of his name at Huffhaff Enterprises sent the likes of
that puny Bigtalk Ratty flying for cover. But now, Bigtalk Ratty, and even
that cowardly Fathead Chickenbrain dared look him in the eye and say one
word to him. The very idea of the ungrateful brat!
And when he thought of the likes of that impudent Jaijai Lambaleh, now
referring to him in uncomplimentary terms, Afang Kangtei Tulubay almost
picked his long knife and cut his own nose to spite his angry face. How
ungrateful the spiteful brat was! The more he thought of it, the angrier he
grew. He wondered why the Almighty God did just not strike all those
ungrateful devils dead! Hypocrites and Parasites! Sinful wolves in ugly
goatskins that trot around our little town pretending to be pious and
casting aspersions on his eminent person! Just let them wait! He would deal
with them!
Suddenly, Afang Kangtei Tulubay stopped in his tracks. A brilliant idea had
just crossed his mind, like a space rocket and almost made him dizzy.
Slowly, fearful lest his movements spilled the brilliant idea, Afang Kangtei
Tulubay crept to his sofa and sank slowly down and held his mouth. Like the
rising sun, a broad smile broke on his angry face, sending the tears that
had gathered under his frog-like eyelids spilling freely down his blue
cheeks. He knew exactly what he would do. How he would handle these impudent
blokes who would refuse to call him sir. He reached out for his phone and
dialed a number. He growled a single word into the receiver: Security!

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