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! _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/gambia-l.html You may also send subscription requests to [log in to unmask] if you have problems accessing the web interface and remember to write your full name and e-mail address. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------