LIFE IS A COMEDY

LIFE IS A COMEDY – By Prosper Nwokoro

A friend of mine who understood the comedy of life had met a madman two yards away from an ATM queue, and in spite of the smell oozing out from him, his penis dangling ahead of him like the wrought-iron in a bell, he opted to engage him in a conversation.

“Tell me lotto numbers,” he said, muffling his nose and mouth.

The gaggle of people congregated by the ATM were in disbelief. They babbled, chattered, and were severely attentive like children watching a magician squirt sweets from his mouth. The madman, diminutive and dark, stopped at his track, looked up at my friend, and descended into a maniacal laughter. While at it, he kept coughing, and Christ! It felt like he would laugh out a few organs. Except he stopped laughing soon after, and started frowning like he was desperately trying to display a unique expertise in mood swinging.

“30…8… 11…42,” he blurted, and soon started laughing again, fighting off a few hiccups in between.

Storried Life is a Comedy

My friend was done with the madman and had started scuffing away toward me. But the madman wouldn’t leave. He stayed and kept his gaze at my friend, who moments later became nervy. The other folks at the ATM were soon infected with a mix of anger and trepidation. Everyone kept looking backwards. The madman gazed like he was nurturing a plan to bite someone. And moments later he bared his teeth, and yellow as they were, he showed us all and bit at his lips, salivating like a man sunk in the memory of an incredible one night stand.

Everyone was distracted by the look on the mad man’s face, inadvertently missing what lurked between his legs -his penis was erect, and the teeth-escapade was simply an appeal to the crowd. His fixated look at my friend perhaps said, one good turn deserves another. And maybe a bit of reciprocation was not too much to ask.
But why was he laughing?

Have you ever found your dick erect while you were laughing insanely?

Another trick of life? …a security guard soon tagged along with a stick, and chased him,

“Cha!Cha!” he hollered.

The madman walked away as slowly as a hawker, keeping his eyes at my friend like a lover that was never loved back. And I was very much interested in the look on his face, the way it felt like a dribble of tears were welling up in his eyes. The madman was perhaps in love, and if those eyes didn’t allude to it, his cheeks were dimpled like they had felt the touch of an angel.
And as if to put him off his misery, an onrushing car hit him, and I was the only one that caught the look on his eyes before they were shut away from this world. Those eyes were laughing away to death. There was no fear in them. But that is not the mystery behind the mad man’s escapade.
Those lotto numbers were:

30, 8, 11, 42.

The lotto numbers was the mad man’s way of telling my friend when he’d die. It was on the 30th of August and my timepiece said 11:42AM…

Life is actually a comedy, and its horrors are sometimes the comic relief. Only when you are drenched in several nightmares hitting at you like a river licking away from its bank, even nightmares become funny…most of the people congregated in the ATM stand laughed away, a few must have cried while at it. Another mad man died, the Universe just told another stale joke…

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LIFE IS A COMEDY

By Prosper Nwokoro

A friend of mine who understood the comedy of life had met a mad man two yards away from an ATM queue, and in spite of the smell oozing out from him,  his penis dangling ahead of him like the wrought-iron in a bell, he opted to engage him in a conversation. 

“Tell me lotto numbers,” he said, muffling his nose and mouth. 

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