The Interview
The Interview
I walk along the busy streets of my city
Running to get to my interview on time
My dress so cute
3 inches above my knee
My high heeled stilettos enhancing elegance
Am sure I’ll land this job
I push the office door open
Everyone stares in awe
Is my look that good?
All the men are salivating
As the women curse.
I get to the panel;
Three men and a stern faced lady
Surely the brain of a man
Triggered by the radiance of a pretty lady,
With my impressive papers,
I was sure I’d land the job.
My confidence is over the roof.
When I see their plastered smiles
As they peruse my papers,
‘Are you sure this job suits you?’
With my head held high
Giving a banana smile I say Yes.
The stern faced lady looks at me
Arrogantly she says,
‘Your papers would have earned you the position
But your minute dress and excessive make-up
Clearly show you are misplaced
I think you lost your way to the hookers den
It’s in the next block.’
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Comments
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Eunny
This is superb. Lakini hua wanasema tusipake make up tukienda interview...he he.
371 wk ago
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Cyndie A
Nice piece... I love ir
371 wk ago
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Enock
nice poem...
371 wk ago
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Kevo
He he he... Nice one.
371 wk ago
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Rapando Jnr
Haha, the last stanza
371 wk ago
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Robin
Iko poa but hakuna but!
371 wk ago
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Irene
Good job Mwandah.... My dress ain't my choice. Hihii
371 wk ago
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Chris
haha, you made my night
371 wk ago
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Who?Nani
Nice piece... . Kudos
371 wk ago
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Frank
Good job kumbe you have always been a poet
371 wk ago